Reaper's Promise: A Wild Reapers MC

by Kiki Leach

  I knew that club business was club business and that there was a good reason anyone not involved had no real business in knowing a damn thing about any of it. It's one of the main reasons I didn't bother asking him what his business was about last night in Vegas during that 'drop-off' or whatever the hell it was with the other club. But now that I was his wife, it meant that I needed to know more, at least enough to be able to keep myself safe, just in case. I guess the question now was how much I needed to be aware of anymore, and why.

  When I heard the water from the shower being shut off, I stepped back from Roman's cut and moved over to the bed. I reached for the phone again and held it in both hands this time, then sucked in a breath to hold inside my chest the minute he pulled back on the bathroom door. "Sweet baby Jesus in a manger," I muttered, nearly choking when I finally saw him.

  He stood there in front of me in all his glory, at least somewhat. In his right hand was a large white bath towel that he was holding over his very erect penis that I could see pushing against the cotton of it. Water dripped from his eyebrows down to his lashes and rolled down the corners of his nose before reaching his top lip, which he licked and sucked into his mouth while keeping those cool grey eyes completely focused on my face, seemingly studying my sheepishly embarrassed yet highly aroused reaction to him. His hair was messy and soaked and all over his head. His tattoos glistened and his muscles looked completely defined and perfect, almost unreal. His thighs were thick and hard and muscular, and my God, I just wanted to take a tiny bite out of each one.

  As he started to approach me, his large feet sliding across the giant black rug that lined his room from one corner to the other, I immediately spun away from him to face the opposite side. Then I lowered the phone from my chest where I had been holding it against myself and shakily exhaled. This man was more beautiful without clothes on than I had ever imagined him to be, and God knows that I had imagined it far too often over the years to even keep an accurate count of how many times I had pictured it inside my head. Calling him perfect was redundant, but I couldn't think of another word to describe him. The man was perfect, physically speaking, anyway. He had his flaws no doubt, just like anyone else; but for me, he was everything that I could have ever dreamed of having for myself and more.

  "Did you get lost somewhere along the way, babe?" he asked me, his tone playful as hell as his deeply seductive voice finally broke the silence between us.

  I slightly turned my head but kept my eyes at a distinct distance to keep from directly staring at him again and muttered, "No."

  I heard him moving even closer to me and jumped when his towel went flying across the room and landed across the bed.

  Dammit, I'm screwed.

  "Then what brings you back here so early? As much as I wouldn't mind getting in bed with you before heading out to the club, I don't exactly have the kind of time that I would like to spend exploring every inch of you as my wife."

  God.

  My head was spinning in circles like a basketball around a rim before finally falling into the basket; I couldn't keep my thoughts straight since they all kept drawing back to the size and shape of his dick. "Um..." I inhaled, then exhaled again and tucked my hair behind my ear to calm my growing nerves. "Your brother called," I finally told him.

  There was a long pause before he responded. "What?"

  "Here." I reached around behind myself and held up the phone. He snatched it from me almost immediately and without even seeing his face, I could tell that he was pissed. "He called twice," I said. "The first time, it came up anonymous or private or whatever. The second time, it came up with his actual name."

  "Then how the hell do you know that it was him calling the first time, babe?" he asked.

  "Um..." I rattled my head. "I don't, I guess. I'm just assuming." I heard him pushing a few buttons before throwing the phone onto the bed alongside the towel.

  "Fuck. Did you say anything to him?"

  "Just 'hello'. The first time I heard him... if it was in fact him, he was just breathing and only said 'shit' before hanging up. That's what made me think it was him after he called the second time and I saw his name."

  "Did he say anything else to you then?"

  "No," I answered. "He just hung up again." I paused and rested my hands in front of myself. "I debated saying anything considering our current circumstances, but thought that you might want to know in case he needed you for something."

  "Nah, that son of a bitch doesn't need me," he said. "He's probably calling to ask for some money or some shit."

  "Where exactly did he take off to?" I questioned. "You weren't as forthcoming about that before."

  He groaned. "New Orleans or some shit is what he claimed," he replied. "Our old man has family down there that if he was telling the truth, he went to stay with for a while."

  "Did he tell you exactly why he took off? Was it because of what happened between us last night, or something else?"

  "More than likely had to do with a mixture of a lot of shit, babe. But I'm not really one for getting into the details about all of that right now."

  "Right, sure, yeah. You have to get to 'church'." I started making my way to the door.

  "Hold on," he called out. I stopped instantly and swallowed hard.

  "What is it?" My heart was practically pounding right through my ribs by that point.

  "You know that you can look at me if you want to, darlin', yeah?" he said, his voice playful again and delicious. I gulped. "We're married now, so you're free to look at me anytime that you want, with or without a towel wrapped around my waist to hide what I know you're really hoping to see."

  I deeply exhaled and blinked a few times. My eyes were beginning to water and I wasn't sure if it was entirely because of him or the smell of that rum and Old Spice suddenly filling up the room even more than what it had before he emerged from behind the steam filling up the bathroom. "That's good to know," I said. I took another step forward and reached out for the door this time.

  "Colette." I stopped again and pulled back, placing my hand on top of my chest. I yelped when I felt him moving in directly behind me, swinging his rock-solid tool back and forth against my ass.

  "Oh my God." When his large hands moved around my waist, jerking me to him and his breath hit the back of my neck and ear, I stopped breathing completely. He turned a little and shoved his face into my hair and when he inhaled me, sharp ripples of pleasure flowed throughout my entire body like tiny pebbles bouncing off waves in the ocean. I closed my eyes at his touch and whimpered.

  "Jesus, you smell like a motherfuckin' dream come true," he told me, his hands tightening around me. "My dream come true. Like honey and whiskey and strawberries or some shit. If I could just dip you into a bowl of whipped cream and sugar, and curl my tongue around that sweet, soft skin..." he trailed off.

  I swallowed hard, my muscles tensing despite my need to relax against him. "I haven't even showered yet," I replied, my voice rattling with each word that managed to find an escape from between my lips. To say that I was nervous of what the hell could come next between us would've been the understatement of the millennium.

  He moaned and squeezed my waist. Unintentionally, I think, I rubbed my ass up and down the length of his cock. A growl erupted from him then and he mumbled, "You could've easily joined me in there, darlin'. I would've gladly cleaned you up with my hands... tongue... giant cock. And maybe even a little bit of soap if I remembered to use it." He chuckled. "No way in fuck would I have objected to any of that shit." I felt a hard throb between my thighs as he slid one of his hands around to the front of my stomach and beneath my tank. His skin was warm and wet against my own. Then he lowered his mouth to the side of my throat and parted his lips, and like a wild animal in heat, licked my skin from the base of my collarbone all the way up to the tip of my earlobe. I dropped back against his solid chest and perfectly defined abs, unable to continue holding myself up. He slowly dragged his hand back and forth across my stomach,
then moved the other one down to my skirt, sliding it around to the front of my thigh and pushing it up beneath the hem. I parted my legs for him almost instinctually and suddenly found the will to start breathing again. "Nine years I've dreamed of nothing else but knowing just what the hell you taste like, babe," he said, his voice husky, salacious. "Just knowing what the fuck you'd feel like with that sweet, sweet cunt tightly wrapped around my cock like a vise, with me balls deep inside and grinding my way home 'til you never knew the feeling of another motherfucker but me ever again..."

  "What?" I asked, breathless and completely confused by his words while at the same time wholly transfixed.

  He moved his hand up from my stomach, past my breasts and wrapped it around my throat. Then with his thumb and index finger, he tilted my head aside and slid his other hand directly between my thighs.

  "I bet you are so damn tight," he said. "And so motherfuckin' sweet... Fuck." He slid his thumb along the cotton of my underwear, directly against my slit. I shivered against him like a desperate and horny as hell teenage girl about to be taken by the man of her dreams for the first time. "You are already wet for me, babe," he rasped. "Goddamn." I moaned as my mind turned to complete mush in that very moment. "Do you remember what the hell you said to me last night while we were at the bar in Vegas?" he rasped, his breath warm as he exhaled against my skin. I dropped my head back against his shoulder and shook it back and forth. "You asked me to touch you. Just like this."

  "Did you? I mean..." My voice was soft and weak; I wasn't even sure he had heard me until I heard him snickering.

  "Yeah, babe, almost."

  "What the hell stopped you from it?" I asked. But he went silent after that and brought his mouth back down to my throat, sucking and licking my skin until it damn near bruised. I mewled, needing more of him and removed his hand from my throat.

  He grunted until I roughly shoved it against my breast, forcing him to squeeze it; then he groaned. "Fuck." Needing more of the same but all too desperate for skin on skin instead of skin on fabric, he dropped his hand inside my tank, pushed his fingers past the cup of my bra and latched onto my breast as if he needed it to breathe. A soft moan escaped me before I even had the chance to stop it, though I'm not exactly sure I would've if I had known that I could then. "Jesus, you are so goddamn sweet, baby. Everything I've ever imagined you would be from the first time we met and more." He rolled his fingers around my nipple; it hardened within seconds. Then he pinched the skin around it and rocked himself against me. I was so unbelievably aroused by this man that I could hardly begin to even express myself with words.

  As my sex became heavy and flooded with wetness, I felt his fingers sliding along the fabric of my panties again. "God, Roman," I begged him. "Please, just touch me. I need it, I need you...touch me." His lips turned up into a grin just before he teased me with easing his index finger around the fabric and sliding it directly against my opening. My legs trembled against his pelvis and thighs as he grazed the tip of my clit; it was sensitive as all hell, forcing me to nearly fall over in pleasurable agony. I needed so much more of him inside me to help control the current sensation I felt pricking my skin like a mild rainstorm that was on the verge of turning violent very soon. My heart quaked, my toes curled against the floor. "Oh my God, Roman." I reached my hand around in search of his cock, needing to know the bareness of it against my skin.

  "Babe," he snarled, his breathing heavy as his mouth remained against my throat. He unleashed his tongue again and flicked the tip of it against my pulse. It was as if he had finally pushed the button of ecstasy and I screamed out. He silenced me in an instant by removing his hand from between my thighs, the other from around my breast, turning me around to face him and plunging his tongue deep between my lips. I could hardly breathe from it as he took full advantage of exploring my entire mouth, pillaging with an insatiable hunger, but I didn't care.

  All that mattered was that we were (finally) kissing now, so hot and so damn heavy that as my hands fumbled in finding their way up his back -- my God his back was hard and strong yet so soft and smooth at the same time -- past his neck and into his wet hair, the moisture from it dripping down between my fingers and sliding across the back of my hands, I didn't even notice his hands moving around my waist again, shoving me back until I was pressed against the dresser located directly across from his bed. His mouth was unbelievable; wet and soft, his lips tasted like wine and sex and soap and heat all at the same damn time. I sucked the bottom one into my mouth and gently wrapped my teeth around it. He growled and tightened his hands around me again, then lifted me from the floor and sat me on top of the dresser.

  I gasped as he pulled his mouth away from mine and started moving down my throat, sucking, licking and biting. His kisses were rough and hard, no doubt leaving marks all over my skin, but I loved every second of it, just as much as I have always loved him.

  "Roman." I tilted my head back and closed my eyes while sliding my fingers in and out of his hair. He lowered his face down to my chest and opened his mouth even wider this time, allowing his tongue to bathe me with his heat. Then he crawled his fingers up my arm and to my shoulder and with the tips of them, dragged the straps of my tank and bra down to my elbow. My tit popped out and with an insane craving that I had never witnessed from any man before this very second, he sucked my nipple into his mouth and suckled me until it grew hard against his deliciously wet tongue. I jerked the lower half of my body forward, needing to feel him inside me before I exploded. "Roman, please." He continued to ignore me, teasing the absolute hell out of my body with soft licks and bites. I squirmed against the dresser and slightly spread my legs, then rolled my hips in a circular motion to satisfy myself in some way as I could feel an orgasm building to the same beat of my pulse, and hoping like hell that he would take notice and finally indulge me.

  Then without warning, he pulled away completely, removing his mouth and hands from my body and drawing back toward the bed. I dropped my head and opened my eyes, and that's when I saw him in full. His dick was a sight to be seen, that was for damn sure; absolutely the most beautiful one I had ever seen before in my entire damn life. It was dark pink in color with a perfect tip that slightly curved upward in its erection. It was thick... Jesus, it was so unbelievably thick that I wasn't even sure my entire hand would be able to fit around it, let alone my mouth or even my sex. And it was so long, the man was practically hung like a damn horse.

  My eyes expanded like a cartoon character that had just been hit over the head with a barrel and I damn near salivated while staring at him. My heart pounded so hard and loud that I could hear and feel it beating inside my ears. His face was dark, almost mysterious while staring at me. I could feel myself becoming wetter and wetter by the second and decided to get up from the dresser. I hadn't even realized that my breast was still out until I felt the air in the room brush against the wetness from his tongue that now covered my nipple.

  Gradually, I dropped my feet down to the floor and started making my way toward him. He kept his eyes focused directly on my face but didn't move an inch. When I finally reached him, I looked up into his face, my vision suddenly fading in and out as this hunger for him, this violent, urgent need to finally taste him zapping every bit of sense from me, that I couldn't help myself in falling straight down to my knees in front of him. He didn't even need to ask for it; he didn't need to say a single damn word. I did it on my own because I wanted to, I needed to; for my desire, for my lust. He remained completely still as I finally took him in both of my hands. God, he was so hard that I was starting to wonder if he could break me if I took him into my mouth. But that curiosity, that fear wasn't enough to keep me from trying. I pumped him long and slow, then hard and soft. His hips jerked forward and he clinched his teeth and locked his jaw. I rolled my eyes up to meet his as he rolled his eyes down to meet mine. And then he raised his hand and brushed the back of his fingers along my cheek and jawline. I bent forward and rolled the tip of my tongue in a circ
ular motion around the head of his cock, tasting his pre-come. It was like inhaling liquid sex.

  He dropped his hand from my face then as if he had just been shot with a tranquilizer. His head fell back and he moaned a hard and loud 'fuckkk' and that's when I knew that I had this man; he was officially mine and always had been, long before the day we ever met and forever after.

  "Babe." His voice was hard, rough, dangerous and sexy as all hell to the point of melting me from the inside out. He lifted his fingers again and tangled them in my hair. I felt my breasts swelling and my nipples becoming so hard that they could've punctured right through the fabric of both my bra and tank. I started pumping him again and he jerked his hips for the second time. Then I finally leaned forward and slid him into my mouth. My eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head as soon as I felt him on my tongue. And then I started sucking; I started sucking with the vigor of a woman who had been in love with this man for most of her life; the vigor of a woman who never dreamed that having this man would become a reality; the vigor of a woman who never believed that this same man would want her in return, in the same damn way and for seemingly just as long.

  "Fuck." He wrapped his fingers around a chunk of my hair, tightening them as his balls began to swell up. Though he attempted to guide me in the way he wanted me to go, I continued moving at my own pace, taking long, slow strokes to experience the entirety of him, the fullness of his cock inside my mouth. As the tip of it reached the back of my throat, I almost gagged, but I couldn't bring myself to stop. I had never had a man of his size before, though I hadn't had many outside of Jeremiah before him. Still, in my head, I knew that he was bigger than the average man and now it was a genuine, bona fide fact. "Darlin', I'm gonna come," he murmured. I peeked up at him through my lashes and noticed his lips quivering as sweat poured from his temples and down either side of his face. His breathing had become much harder and more abrupt, turning me on even more than I was already.