Reaper

by B E Kelly

  “No,” she admitted. “I’ve never met anyone who wrote a motorcycle before. Is yours fixed?” she asked.

  “Yep,” he said. “My friend Crusher grabbed her the other day, from the side of the highway, and fixed her up.”

  “Her?” Beth cocked an eyebrow at him and he chuckled.

  “Yeah, her. Haven’t you ever heard a guy call his car a ‘her’?” Beth nodded. “Well, it’s the same thing with a bike. I usually call her my ‘Old Lady’, but now I guess that’s what the guys will call you.”

  “Excuse me,” Beth choked. “First of all—I am not old and I don’t appreciate you or the guys calling me that. And, just who are these guys, anyway?”

  Reaper’s laugh filled her car and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to laugh with him or punch him. “The guys are my club and ‘Old Lady’ is a term of endearment bikers use for their girlfriends.” Hearing Reaper refer to her as his girlfriend took away some of her anxiety over being home. Honestly, it made her down-right giddy that he thought of her that way.

  “So, I’m your girlfriend then?” Beth questioned.

  “Baby, I want you to be more than my girl, but for now—yes. If it’s alright with you?” Reaper said. He reached for her hand, linking their fingers together, and her heart did a little flip-flop in her chest.

  “Yes, I’d like that,” she admitted.

  “Good,” Reaper said. “Any more questions then?”

  “Yes, what is your club about? I mean what do you guys do? Is it like a book club or do you get together with a few guys to watch football games—something like that?” Reaper laughed again and this time, she swatted his arm. “Don’t make fun of me,” she sassed.

  “I’m not making fun of you, honey. We don’t watch football—well, unless the Saints are playing and then we turn the game on. And reading books—that’s not really our thing. We’re a motorcycle club. We call ourselves Reckoning MC,” Reaper said, reaching over the back seat to pull his jacket up for her. “Look at the patch on the back,” he said. Beth did as he asked and flipped his black leather jacket over to study the patch that she had looked at a few days earlier. The skull was surrounded by roses and it was almost pretty. She ran her hand over the stitching where it read, “Reckoning MC,” and smiled.

  “So, you joined the club and got a patch?” Beth asked.

  “Yes, and so much more,” he said. “I gained a whole group of men I consider my brothers and I know I can trust them with my life and yours.”

  “This is what you were talking about the other day, when we were at the meeting with Ringer and Dave, right?” Beth remembered him telling her about his club then, but she never put two and two together.

  “Yep,” Reaper said. “We’re a motley crew but I think you’ll find your own special way to fit in. Besides, once I announce you’re with me and that you’re my girl, they will have no choice but to accept you. It’s one of our codes. We respect each other’s old ladies and they basically become part of the club.”

  “I’ll be a part of your club?” she asked. Beth had never been a part of anything, really. When she was growing up, there wasn’t any extra time or money for her or Lyra to join a club. Once she got into high school, she got a part-time job to help her parents out. Her father never seemed able to hold a job for very long and her mother was better at complaining about her father’s lack of work then finding a job of her own. Beth learned at an early age that if she wanted something, she had to work for it herself. It was a life lesson that served her well.

  “You will,” he said.

  “Will I get to wear a jacket like this?” she asked. “What did you call it the other day—a cut?”

  “Yes, and I’d like for you to wear my cut, baby.” She slipped it on and looked over to find him smiling at her like a loon. “Well, now that looks official,” he teased.

  “Yep, I’m officially your girl,” she said, smiling. “And, as your girl, I’m asking you not to dump me off with my sister.” She watched Reaper’s expression fade from happy to downright pissed and she knew she had guessed correctly.

  “You can’t ask me for that, Lizzy,” he said. “I’ll do whatever I need to in order to keep you safe. You can’t ask me to let you tag along and possibly put you in danger.”

  “I won’t be in danger,” she insisted. “You will protect me and I know that you need me too.”

  “I do, but not at the cost of your safety.” Beth knew that arguing with him wasn’t going to get her what she wanted. She was going to have to convince him that they were safer together than apart and that was going to be easier said than done.

  Reaper

  Lizzy had made Reaper promise that he’d give her request some thought. He wasn’t sure how to navigate this new budding relationship happening between the two of them. This was all so new to him. Sure, he had women before; even saw a few of them on a regular basis but nothing he’d ever call a relationship. He suspected that compromise was a part of any good partnership, but beyond that, he had no clue what he was doing.

  He had called Crusher and asked him to put the bat signal out for everyone to meet at the clubhouse. He needed to enlist his buddies help and fill them in on the plan that he and Ringer had come up with so far. He ran the risk of being seen out in town but he couldn’t do this alone. If he was going to bring down Anthony Sr.’s human trafficking ring, he was going to need all the help he could get.

  “You really think they’ll help us?” Lizzy nervously asked. They were sitting in the back parking lot at the bar, waiting for some of his guys to show up. She was fidgeting with his jacket.

  “Come here, Lizzy,” he ordered. She unbuckled her seatbelt and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Reaper pushed her long dark hair back from her face and gently kissed her lips.

  “I’m positive they will help. It’s what we do for each other—no questions asked,” he said, trying to comfort her.

  “What if they ask about me and how we met?” Lizzy still seemed unsure and he hated seeing her that way. He kissed her again, this time he was a little rougher with her and she seemed to like it. Lizzy moaned and ground on his jean clad erection.

  He broke the kiss, leaving them both a little breathless. “We’ll tell them only what you’re comfortable with,” he promised. Reaper knew she was leery of telling strangers about her abilities. Hell, when she originally told him about what she could do, he didn’t believe her. He couldn’t promise that all the guys would automatically buy her story but he really didn’t give a fuck.

  “Alright,” she agreed. “I just don’t want any of your friends to think I’m a freak,” she admitted.

  “Not possible, baby,” he said. “You’re fucking perfect.”

  Lizzy gifted him with a shy smile and he couldn’t help but kiss her again. She pulled her shirt up over her head and slid her arms around his neck. “I need you, Reaper,” she whispered against his lips.

  “Baby,” he moaned. “You can have me any time you want.” He ran his hand up and cupped her bare breasts. “No bra?”

  “No.” She shyly smiled. “No bra or panties,” she admitted. Reaper took her admission as his green light to take what he needed from her. He slid his hands up under her mini skirt to cup her bare ass, running his fingers through her slick folds.

  “Fuck,” he groaned into her mouth. She was already so wet and needy for him. Lizzy panted into his mouth and rode his fingers, finding her release. He loved the way she shamelessly threw her head back and cried out his name when she came all over his hand and the way she fell against his body, knowing that he’d always catch her.

  “My turn,” He growled. He unzipped his jeans, letting his cock spring free and lowered her body onto his lap until he was balls deep inside her.

  “Shit,” she hissed. “You feel so good, Reaper,” she whispered.

  “You’re so tight, baby. I won’t last long,” he growled. She moved on his lap, riding him as if she couldn’t get enough of every sensation that was humming between them. She was
so close to finding her orgasm that she didn’t even notice the audience who had gathered around her car to watch them. Brick and Texas were standing in the front of the car watching the show that he and Lizzy were putting on but he didn’t give a fuck. There was no way that he’d stop his girl from getting off again and with any luck, he’d follow close behind her.

  He flipped them off and they seemed amused by his gesture, but neither of them made a move to give them any privacy until Tank showed up and seemed to realize what was happening. He shooed both Brick and Texas away from the car and as club president, both guys obeyed. Reaper nodded his thanks; not quite sure he’d be able to do much else. Lizzy was oblivious to their unwanted attention and rode him with wild abandon and when she came again, she screamed out his name so loud, he was sure the guys would be able to hear her even from inside the bar.

  It was hot, the way his girl took what she needed from him. And hell, if he was being honest, he never minded an audience. The whole scene turned him on and after just a few more pumps into her sated body, he found his release.

  Lizzy snuggled into his chest and he wrapped his arms around her protectively. It wouldn’t be long before the rest of the guys showed up and she wasn’t going to like the fact that three of his buddies already caught them having sex in her car. It wasn’t like it was the first time they had caught each other fucking in the parking lot but he was pretty sure this would be a first for Lizzy.

  “I hate to tell you this honey,” he said, “but a few of the guys just saw us having sex.”

  Lizzy bolted from his lap and scurried across to her seat, pulling her shirt on top of her half naked body, as if trying to hide herself from anyone peeping in. Reaper chuckled and she shot him a look, letting him know she wasn’t amused by any of it.

  “Your friends saw us having sex?” she repeated what he had just said.

  “Yep,” he confirmed. He righted his clothes and zipped up his jeans. “Here, let me help you,” he said, reaching for her t-shirt.

  Lizzy swatted him away. “I can do it myself,” she hissed.

  “Fine, honey. Suit yourself.” Reaper watched as Lizzy struggled to slip her t-shirt back on, even taking it back off when she realized the tag was in the front and tugging it angrily back over her head.

  “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me we had company,” she grumbled. He could tell that she was pissed and maybe he should have found the whole thing intimidating. He was sure that was what she was trying for but damn it, he thought she was pretty fucking cute when she was angry.

  “Well, we were both pretty busy and besides, Tank came and made Brick and Texas quit watching.”

  Lizzy groaned. “They were standing and watching us?”

  “Yes,” Reaper sighed, wondering if he should have maybe kept this bit of news to himself. “But, as soon as Tank pulled up, he had them moving on and we were all alone again.”

  “How long did they stand and watch us?” She covered her face with her hands, as if she was embarrassed by the idea of his friends watching them together and he hated that. She had nothing to be upset about.

  “Lizzy,” he said. “Please take your hands down and look at me,” he ordered.

  “No,” she said, turning to face him with her hands still over her eyes.

  “Lizzy,” he said, more as a warning this time. “If you are going to hide from me then we won’t be able to work this out.”

  “Fine,” she said, opening her fingers to peep out at him. “I’ll compromise and give you this much, but I won’t go into that bar and face your friends. I’m humiliated.” She sobbed and it nearly broke his heart. Reaper pulled her back onto his lap, which was no easy feat with the way she squirmed and protested. He tugged her hands free from her face and pinned them behind her back. Lizzy’s eyes flared and he could tell that their struggle and the way he held her turned her on.

  “You like this, don’t you, baby?” he asked.

  “No,” she said, defiantly lifting her chin as if challenging him to call her a liar. But, he was always up for a challenge and he’d never back down from the truth, Lizzy’s or his own.

  “You like it when I’m a little rough with you, don’t you Lizzy?” He watched her and waited for her answer but she still refused to give in to him.

  “Okay, let's do this the hard way, then.” He opened his car door and Lizzy immediately began to squirm and protest. He hauled her over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold and slammed his door shut. He didn’t care that her full, curvy ass was on display for the entire world. His girl was going to learn to behave or he’d show her his true colors.

  Up until this point, he was trying to gently ease her into his world. He was careful not to mention too much about his buddies or his club and he’d never tell her that he liked his women a little more obedient, not until now. It was time to show Lizzy who he was and if she chose to walk away from him now, he’d put up one hell of a fight to convince her to change her mind. He was in love with her, but he wouldn’t let her hide from him and that was just what she was doing by not admitting what she liked and didn’t like. She was his and the sooner she realized that, the better.

  “What are you doing, Reaper?” she shouted at him as he carried her into the bar. He swatted her ass and told her to hold still but she didn’t. Instead, his little vixen moaned and thrashed around even more.

  Reaper pushed the bar door open and shouldered his way inside. Tank rolled his eyes when he saw the way Reaper was carrying his girl into the bar. Texas and Brick stood in the corner, already drinking beer when they stopped having whatever conversation they were having to look at what he was doing with Lizzy.

  “You all wanted a fucking show? Well, here you go,” he growled at his two friends. “This is my woman, Lizzy and she doesn’t know this yet but I’m going to show her exactly who I am and then, after I get a few answers that I need from her, she’s gonna marry me.” Reaper could hear her sharp inhale and he knew he had her full attention.

  He put her on the ground, letting her get her bearings and then bent her over the bar’s only pool table, making the balls scatter and clank together. She was face down and protesting his every move but he didn’t give a fuck. He raised her skirt just enough to give himself access to her sweet ass and swatted her fleshy globe with his hand.

  “All you have to do is answer my question, baby,” Reaper insisted. “Just tell me that you like this and it can all be over.”

  “No,” she cried. “I can’t—I won’t.” His hand met her ass again and she almost seemed to anticipate his blow. She thrust back against him and he groaned at the way she wiggled against his cock. It didn’t matter that he had just taken her in the front seat of her car. Reaper wanted her again and he had a feeling that would never change. His need for her was uncontrollable.

  “The truth,” he barked and smacked her ass again. Her skin had turned a rosy shade of pink and seeing his marks on her ass made him instantly hard. This was who he was, a bossy son-of-a-bitch. He wasn’t the nice guy who insisted that she wasn’t ready for him their first night together because she was a virgin. He had taken that title from her and now, he was going to make her his—completely. He was serious about marrying her. There were a crap ton of little chapels in the city. He’d get a marriage license and they could be married by tomorrow and if he had his way, they would be.

  He peppered her ass with his hand and by the time he finished, she was whimpering with need and he could smell her arousal. “Tell me,” he ordered. The three guys had stood back in the corner of the room silently watching, but he could see the hunger in each one of their eyes. Lizzy was his though and he’d never let anyone else touch her.

  “Yes,” she whimpered. “I like what you are doing to me.”

  “All of it?” he asked. “Even our audience?” Lizzy looked up to find his three friends standing in the corner and groaned and hid her face again.

  “They can’t see what I see, baby. I’m the only one with a view of this glorious ass,” he sa
id, giving it a swat. “You are mine, Lizzy and I’m the only one who sees you like this from now on—got it?” he growled. Reaper pulled her skirt back down and this time, he picked her up to lovingly cradle her against this chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face.

  “Hi,” she squeaked. “Um, I just need a few minutes.”

  “Yeah—I think I could use a few minutes, too, baby.” Reaper started up to the second level of the bar, where he had a room he rented for himself. He liked being able to stay at the bar after church and not have to worry about riding his bike home.

  He unlocked his door and turned on the light, quickly shutting the door behind them. “Is this your place?” she asked, looking around the room.

  “Naw,” he said. “I rent this room from Tank, you know to crash after church and stuff.”

  “Church?” She questioned.

  “Yeah, it’s what we call our club meetings that happen here at Reckoning,” he said.

  “Wait—the name of the bar is the same as your club?” she asked.

  “Yep.” He gently sat her on his bed and tugged off his t-shirt, loving the way her greedy eyes roamed his body. When he unzipped his jeans and started to pull them down his thighs, Lizzy leaned forward on the bed and helped to free his erection. Her little pink tongue hesitantly darted out and he moaned.

  “Don’t tease me, baby,” he groaned. “Suck my cock,” he ordered. She smiled up at him and he could tell that she was just as turned on by what had happened between the two of them as he was.

  She ran her hands down his shaft and sucked him into her mouth. He couldn’t stand it anymore. Reaper tugged on her hair and pulled her head back so he could see his cock slide in and out of her willing mouth.

  “Fuck yeah,” he said, shoving his cock deeper down her throat. He could tell that she was trying to find a rhythm. “Let me take over, Lizzy,” he ordered. She seemed to relax and do as he asked. He pumped in and out of her mouth and when he just couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled his cock free. Lizzy protested and he flipped her over on his bed, lifted her short skirt, and slid into her drenched pussy.