Reaper

by K. L. Savage

  “For your own safety, I suggest you take this catheter out of my cock before I rip yours from your damn body.”

  He nods. “I can do that. That I can do. As long as you stay for twenty-four hours.”

  Oh, he wants to bribe me. Okay. I can play along. “Fine.” I release him by shoving him away, and he rubs his neck, taking deep breaths to remind himself that he is alive. I won’t be staying for twenty-four hours. Hell, I won’t be staying for one hour once this damn thing is out of my dick. I need to get to my woman.

  It’s been so long, and tonight is supposed to be the night I make things official. Of course, a damn building would explode to stop me. Karma is a bitch. I swear, this is what I get for loving someone way too fucking young for me. I bet Hawk is having a field day in his grave right now, payback for wanting his daughter.

  The male nurse takes the intruding tube from my cock, and I can finally breathe. He snaps his gloves off, mumbling something about alpha assholes and closes the door behind him.

  “Move, or I swear to god, I’ll move you myself.”

  “Sarah?” I ask to no one else in the room. That sounds just like her.

  “Move it or fucking lose it, dude. I’ve had a rough day, and if you do not let me in there to see him, I will fillet your skin off and feed it to the damn birds!”

  Yep. That’s her. That’s my maniac.

  “You people are batshit crazy,” the nurse who just left my room says in a high-pitched voice. “He isn’t allowed visitors right now. He needs to rest.”

  Something slams against the door, followed by Sarah’s voice again. “You really want to fuck with me while I have three Ruthless Kings behind me?”

  That’s my girl. I glance at the clock and see it’s nearly one in the morning. Shit, it’s her birthday. She’s eighteen. My cock hardens, and I let it grow to full mast. I can finally think of her without feeling guilty.

  “That’s what I thought,” she mumbles. “I don’t want to be interrupted, okay, Tongue?”

  “You got it, Sarah.”

  I watch as the handle turns, my heart thumping in my chest. My heart monitor picks up the change, and I rip the bandages off my chest, grimacing when the sticky pads take some hair with it. Fuck, that almost hurts more than the wounds on my back.

  The door finally opens, and her beautiful blonde head is down. She pushes the door shut behind her and a soft click after tells me she has locked the door. She looks up as tears roll down her face, and that’s when I see the bruise on her cheek.

  “Who the hell did that to you? Was it that punk outside? I’ll kill him.” I throw my feet over the bed, and Sarah runs over and places her hands on my chest.

  Having her hands on me is a dream. I lift my hand to cover hers. At the same time, we release a shaky breath that can only be described as relief. Finally, she can touch me, and I can touch her.

  No guilt.

  No second thoughts.

  No regrets.

  Her hand is warm against my chest. Fuck, I’ve waited my entire life for this moment. It’s what it feels like when the woman you love is finally in front of you. There’s no more waiting for me. My life is now. She’s it.

  “Jesse.”

  The emotion in her voice has me opening my eyes again, and her deep brown eyes stare at me through raging waters. I cup the back of her head with a marred hand and place our foreheads together. “Don’t cry, doll. I’m right here. I’m okay. Don’t cry.”

  Her soft hand cups the side of my face that doesn’t have superficial scratches, and she shakes her head. “I could kill you for scaring me like that.”

  “Sounds like you almost killed the nurse.”

  “He was in my way.”

  “Crazy,” I mumble, my lips inching closer to hers.

  “You love it,” she replies like she always does.

  I nod, and the scent of that cherry gloss has my cock spurting precum underneath this cheap, scratchy hospital gown. “I do, very much.”

  “Jesse?” my name is a whispered breath across her lips.

  I moan. “Hmm?”

  “Kiss me.”

  I’m a grown fucking man, and I’ve done a lot of bad shit in my life, but I’ve done a lot of good. I’m not saying I deserve this because no man deserves something as good and as beautiful as Sarah, but I’ll pray to whatever god on my knees every night to thank them for giving me the chance to take care of something so fucking precious.

  I’ve imagined this moment a hundred times, and I never thought I’d go slow, but here I am, wanting it to be perfect. I didn’t expect to be in a hospital, covered in bandages, so I guess perfection is ruined.

  “Jesus, enough waiting—” She fists the gown at my shoulders and pulls me to her, closing the distance between our lips. The first press of her soft clouds has the animal inside me unleashing and bursting from the cage I’ve kept it in for so long.

  I growl, wrapping my arms around her small waist, and pull her to me. One hand travels down to her ass, squeezing the teenage globe in my palm, while the other cups the back of her head, controlling the kiss. I know she doesn’t have much experience, and I love it. It’s all mine. Her firsts. Every single last one of them.

  I shove my tongue between her lips, and the greedy girl sucks it deeper into her mouth, lapping it like it’s my cock. Her enthusiasm has me close to the edge, as it should; I’ve been waiting for too long for this.

  Her lips are velvet, so much softer than what she is feeling right now, I’m sure. My scruff is probably scratching against her flawless face, but she seems to like it. Her mouth, her tongue, it’s everything I’ve wanted and more. She lifts one leg and then the other, pulling her dress up as she straddles my lap.

  Her heat sears my aching dick, and both my hands fall to her ass. Sarah takes control and rocks against me, moaning into my mouth when the tip of my cock hits against her clit, and she shakes above me.

  I’m not stopping. No way in hell. I deepen the kiss and rock with her, barely able to focus, to breathe; she feels so fucking good in my arms. It feels right. I feel whole.

  “Jesse,” she moans, and Jesus fucking Christ, I’ve never heard my name sound so damn hot before. It reminds me of the time I held her during her first nightmare, the way she said Reaper like I was her god, her savior. We’ve come some far, we’ve waited so long, and now I can hear my name fall of her lips any damn time I want. “Oh, god. You feel so good.”

  She breaks the kiss and drops her head against my shoulder as she rocks, using me for her pleasure. And, of course, she smells like peaches. My fucking favorite. It makes me lose a little of the control I had and thrust my hips up.

  She’s fucking drenched.

  I stare down at my cock, and a large wet spot turns the light green material a darker shade. Fuck, it’s hot.

  “I was so worried about you,” she mumbles against my lips between kisses, and she moves her hips back and forth. “You scared me. I had so many thoughts—”

  “Nothing could take me away from you.” I abuse her lips with mine, applying so much pressure because I can’t get enough. I can’t seem to get deeper. I fucking need more. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her I love her, but the environment isn’t right for that. It smells like blood and plastic, disinfectant and sick people. She deserves better than that.

  She shoves my gown to the side and breaks the kiss to look at my cock. “Oh, wow…” She licks her lips. “I remember seeing it the first time, but I didn’t get a good look.” She wraps her fist around the thick base, and I snap my head back, groaning loudly from finally having her touch. “So big, baby,” she says in awe.

  Damn, she knows how to make a man feel good.

  She lifts her dress up, and that’s when I see the black lace covering her virgin cunt. I see a faint tease of trimmed blonde hair and another thick drop of precum squirts from my slit. Fuck, I’m not going to last.

  I caress my hand up her soft, silky legs, traveling higher until I wrap my fingers around the flimsy thon
g and rip them off. She cries out, and my eyes lock onto her swollen pink clit. Her juices shine against her thighs as if her pussy is crying out for me.

  She gives me a firm stroke and holds me still as she lifts into the air. I’m taken aback. “What—what are you doing?” I stumble through the words; my lust-infused brain can barely manage to string together.

  “I’m not waiting any longer, Jesse. I’m going to fuck you,” Sarah says. “And you’re going to fucking like it.” She impales herself so fast on my cock I don’t have time to think or stop her.

  I bust through her virginity, and both of us cry out. Me in pleasure, her in pain.

  I growl, a low, violent rumble shaking my chest. “Don’t. Fucking. Move.” I’m two seconds away from blowing my load inside her virgin cunt. I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze. “I should pull out and have you fucking needy for the rest of the night for what you just pulled.”

  “Tighter,” she snarls. “Do it.”

  I’m not surprised she likes it a little rough. She wouldn’t be made for me if she didn’t. I tighten my grip until she’s gasping. Sarah starts to rock against my cock, and everything inside me breaks. I don’t give a fuck about the burns on my arms or the road rash on my back. I pick her up around the waist, and while she’s still fucking my cock, I slam her against the door, choking her how she likes.

  Barreling into her, I glance down at my blood-covered cock.

  Her virgin blood.

  I roar with victory, hammering inside my new home. My cock is never going to leave. Ever. I’m going to tie her to me in every way. She’ll be my ol’ lady, but she’ll be my bride too, and she’ll have my babies. I’m going to drench her womb with my seed.

  Like how it’s meant to be.

  “Jesse,” she gargles, her face turning a bright shade of red from the lack of oxygen. “Fuck, yes. Harder. Give it to me how you’ve been wanting.”

  With a snarl, I flip her around, grip her ass, and fuck her unapologetically. I’m hypnotized by how my cock saws in and out of her cunt. Her fists slam against the door, and she screams my name, mouth open wide.

  I bet she wishes my cock could fill that hole right now too.

  A loud slap fills the room when I spank her ass. She flips her hair to the other shoulder and peers up at me through glowing amber eyes, searing me with their beauty.

  “You like this? You like finally having my cock in this teenage cunt? Tell me.” I slap her ass again, and she rears up, wraps her arm around my neck, and instinctively I wrap my hand around it again. I kiss the side of her bruised face, making a mental note to figure out the story there.

  “I love it. You’re so big. You’re splitting me open. Fuck, Jesse. I’m going to come. Make me come.”

  “You’re fucking filthy,” I slam my face against the door and watch her ass jiggle, thrusting in and out as fast as I can. My balls slap against her slit, and the beginning tremors of her orgasm trickle along the vein of my cock.

  Of course, this isn’t romantic.

  Nothing about us has ever been, but it’s fucking real and desperate.

  Everything she and I have always been, so this is exactly how it should be.

  She bangs her head against the door again, and her pussy clenches around me. She’s so hot, and her walls are tight and soft, hugging me and pulling me deeper. The tip of my cock hits her womb, and my head drops to her back. Her skin is sweaty and warm. My tongue twitches for a taste, so I don’t deny myself.

  I lick from the middle of her spine to the base of her neck. I see the blank canvas of her nape; I know where I want my property tattoo on her. Right there, for everyone to fucking see, and when I’m giving her my dick, I’ll be able to see it every time I come inside her.

  Marking her as mine.

  Claiming her as mine.

  Possessing her as mine.

  My toes begin to curl when my orgasm threatens. I reach around and slip my hand between her legs, putting pressure against her clit.

  She rears back again, her neck still in my palm, and when she cries out, I let go, knowing her orgasm is going to be that much more intense. The muscles spasm along my cock, and Sarah screams until her voice breaks and turns into a harsh rasp.

  “Jesse! Jesse, god, yes!” she says so loud there is no doubt the entire hospital can hear.

  “Sarah,” I whisper into her ear as I come, grunting as every jet of cum splashes against her insides, bare, raw, and no protection. A guttural, satisfied moan escapes me, and the tremors make my body jerk as I thrust into her, three, four, five times, filling her until my cum is rushing down her thighs.

  “I never want to leave you,” I say, half-dazed, high off my first of many orgasms with my one and only. I don’t want to pull out of her. She’s so warm and wet, and this way my cum can stay locked in deep.

  “I never want you to.” She slumps against the door and hums happily. “Finally.”

  I kiss the back of her neck and grin. “Finally.”

  The door handle jiggles, and I forgot that she locked it. I back up until we are on the bed and pull out of her, both of us groaning from the loss. Cum and blood mark me. When I spread her legs for a quick look, she has white cream leaving her cunt.

  Fuck, I want to be inside her again. Right now.

  With an annoyed groan, I fix her dress to hide her pussy, my pussy, and pull my gown down, but it’s pointless since I’m still hard.

  Sarah giggles, biting her thumb as she stares at the tented hospital dress.

  “You think that’s funny?” I go to tickle her, but the doorknob jiggles again. I snarl with annoyance, and it makes her giggle again. I point at her. “Watch it, or the next time I fuck you, I won’t let you come.”

  She moans, as if she likes the idea of torture.

  “Fuck, woman. You’re going to be the death of me. I’m too old to feel like this.” I reach for the door handle when her words stop me in my tracks.

  “You’re perfect for me.”

  I let the words wash over me, waiting for the guilt and repulsion to hit me like it used to. I hated that I wanted her before she was eighteen, but our love was made in the stars, something to last forever.

  Shit. Now, I’m a goddamn poet. Look at me.

  Masking my happiness, I open the door and snap. “What the fuck do you want?” I stare at Tool, and he swallows, glancing away from me shamefully. He never does that. He always meets my eyes. He knows how I feel about that.

  “I’m glad you’re okay, Reaper, but we really need to head back to the clubhouse. It’s Moretti.”

  I shake my head. “He’s dead.”

  “He’s very much alive and at the clubhouse.”

  Holy shit.

  Moretti is alive?

  18

  Sarah

  What was turning into a horrible night, ended on a really great, very pleasurable note. Reaper and I finally had sex.

  I’m not a virgin any longer.

  He has it.

  He has claimed it.

  I’m his.

  I’ve never been happier. Was it where I thought it would be? No, but it was perfect. Built up sexual tension can only last so long when the wait was finally over.

  And it didn’t last long at all. When I saw him in that hospital bed, all banged up and just waiting for me, my pussy was ready, I was ready, and I knew that once we were alone in that room, nothing would stop us.

  I have a feeling it will always be like that with us. Well, maybe not until he is better. That’s the only thing I feel guilty about. His arms have second-degree burns, and he has road rash on his back. The reason why it took so long for someone to call us is because his cut got ripped from him when he was thrown from the explosion. When they found it after cleaning up the scene, they immediately sent it to the hospital.

  They saw the MC patch and wasted no time calling us. The club does a lot of charity work for the hospital and donated a ton of money to the cancer ward, in honor of Slingshot. He beat cancer when he was in his twenties,
so about ten years ago. And now the club is very active when it comes to cancer awareness.

  They’re not all bad, see?

  When we get to the clubhouse, Jesse is moving a lot slower now, grunting with nearly every step he takes. Tongue had taken a truck to the hospital since Jesse’s bike was ruined from the explosion.

  I know Jesse is never going to ask for help, so I rush to his side when we get to the steps and take on some of his weight to help him up.

  “How did you get that shiner on you, doll?”

  “It was a misunderstanding, that’s all. Don’t worry about it.” Damn, he is heavy. I tighten my arm around his waist, trying to get a grip on his wide muscles, but he’s so thick that my fingers keep slipping.

  When we get to the porch, he turns my cheek and brushes his finger down it. He glances at all the guys, and when his gaze lands on Tool, Tool does the one thing that gives him away.

  He doesn’t meet Jesse’s eyes.

  “Fuck, I’m getting too old for this shit.” With more strength and energy than I thought he had, he slams Tool against the metal door and knocks it backward until they fall inside the main room.

  “Reaper!” I rush to him, making sure to say his road name in front of the guys. I don’t want him to get disrespected. I watch in horror as he wraps his hands around Tool’s throat.

  Tool doesn’t fight back.

  “Reaper, stop it! It was an accident.” I try to pull him away, but he is too strong and overcome with rage. “Tool! Tell him.” The other brothers of the MC surround us, and Boomer is there, trying to pull Jesse off too, but nothing.

  Jesse isn’t giving up, and he isn’t going quietly. “Why the fuck is my ol’ lady bruised?”

  “It was meant for me!” Boomer says, pushing Jesse off Tool finally. Jesse hits the ground, and I know it hurts because he holds in the pain, pressing his lips in a firm line and then slamming his fist on the floor, shaking with irate, unhinged aggression and agony.

  “What?” Jesse’s voice is flat and cold.

  “The punch, it was meant for me, but she stood in Tool’s way, and Tool’s fist was already flying through the air,” Boomer tries to explain, waving his hands in the air as he tells the story.