Mouser (Reapers MC Book 9)

by Elizabeth Knox

  “Fawn where did you work at?” Dixon asks.

  “The Estate,” Ah, I know the name. It’s rumored to be owned by the Irish Mafia but nothing has ever been confirmed. Only the best of the best work there. It just goes to show she knows what she’s doing and she’s automatically in.

  “Great. We’ll be giving you a call later. You’re free to go.”

  Fawn smiles from ear to ear. Meanwhile, Yami looks a bit nervous. She bites her bottom lip and gives me an expression filled with hope. “Yami, I’ll be honest. I like you even though you’re a newcomer to this industry. However, I need to know you can get the job done.”

  “I can. I assure you I can!” Yami states, determined as ever.

  While I’m sure she can, I need her to prove that she can before she starts working with our already established clientele. Right now, we have eight bedrooms at the private residence and three girls who are splitting up fifteen men, if my numbers are correct. When we get our brothel situated our clientele will most likely dramatically increase with a possible waitlist. Which means I need to get another housing arrangement situated for the girls and I need to talk about the security measures that Damon needs to have set in place.

  Every day there should be at least two of the Reapers there while the brothel is open. Or at least, in my eyes there should be. “Do you want me to fuck one of them, because I will.” Yami states, looking at Chaz and Dixon.

  “I like you, but just because I like you doesn’t mean I’ll give you the job. I need to see that you can fully satisfy every type of man that walks through those doors. Even if it’s one of the MC guys, or a client. Chaz, would you be willing to test out Yami and see if she’d be a good fit?”

  “Motherfucker!” Dixon hisses under his breath.

  Chaz stands up, all smiles and goes right up to Yami who’s already stripped out of her clothes. “What do you want big daddy? I can give you anything you like.” She giggles like a sinful little thing and Chaz throws her up against the wall, hoists her body over his and slams his cock into her.

  “I take women rough, little girl. I shove my cock inside them so fast they scream and I make them cum until they beg me to stop. Do you understand that?” He asks, rolling his fingers over her erect nipples. Fuck, I’m standing here watching wishing I was Yami and Chaz was Mouser.

  I’d give anything to have him slamming me into a wall, fucking me like a savage beast. Reminding me what it felt like the first night we were together. Goodness, how I’d give anything for that.

  I bite my bottom lip and watch the scene unfolding in front of me. At this point I’m unsure if Chaz is pleasuring Yami or vice versa. Regardless, I’m hoping Mouser gets home as soon as possible because I don’t just need him. I crave his cock inside me.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  “The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.”

  ~ Carl Jung

  Mouser

  The ride was long and hard, but I kept pushing through until we were within eyesight of the club. Cheyenne and Cobra wanted to stop at one point, they were tired, their asses were hurtin’ and they begged for us to get a room at a local motel. Instead of entertaining the idea I took ‘em both out for a good bite to eat at some diner on the interstate.

  After an hour of hot food, warm coffee and stretchin’ our legs they were both complaining less. Don’t get me wrong I was worried about Cobra, considerin’ he’s still healing and whatnot . . . but he didn’t argue. In fact, he supported my decision that we keep goin’ on and get back to the club. Izzy was there waitin’ for him apparently and I totally understand wanting to see the woman you care about.

  All I’ve been able to think about the last couple days is Sakura, and how much I hate not being around her. It’s a little past ten at night and I spot the club from the floodlights we have situated across the property. Drivin’ down the dirt road with bits of gravel I pull up directly in front of the clubhouse and immediately look over to Sakura’s house. The light’s out and I don’t see any sign of life.

  Propping my kickstand up, I turn off the ignition at the same time I look over to Cheyenne who drove her truck all this way. I was able to put Cobra’s bike in the back of it and secured it so it wouldn’t fall over and get damaged. When I realized she had a truck and gave her the idea of travelling in the truck with Cobra, I thought she was gonna say no because women typically have a lot of shit. Cheyenne didn’t. In fact, she only had a couple duffel bags and one suitcase worth of stuff. Felt weird, but I didn’t say anything about it. Almost feels like she’s running from something, but I’m not gonna say shit. Not until I know something is factual. No use in stirring up shit when I don’t have a leg to stand on.

  Dismounting my bike, I head over to Cheyenne’s truck to see if she needs any help, offering her my hand since she’s only just opened her door. She grabs it and hops out, hitting the ground with a thud and one woman’s unmistakable laughter causes me to turn back. I glance to her house where the light is now on and she’s laughing loudly with her hand on Dixon’s chest, smiling away.

  My heart sinks into my stomach and I’m left wondering what in the ever lovin’ hell has been goin’ on since I’ve been away. Sure, she and Dixon were friendly before, but . . . this looks different.

  I realize I’m still holding Cheyenne’s hand when she clears her throat and rips it away. “Please tell me there are some hot chicks here. That just might make up for the fact I’m in a club.”

  “I mean, yeah. We have a few girls who are hot. Esme is one of the whores, she has jet black hair, piercing eyes. Mirage has pink short hair and then there’s Cirque. She’s a blondie. Not sure if any of them are interested in snatch, though.”

  Cheyenne laughs, tossing her head back in a joyful way. “You drastically underestimate my ability to show women what they’re missing out on.”

  “Yo, let’s get goin’ so I can show you where you’re stayin’. I got my own bitch to see.” Cobra snaps at Cheyenne, leading her off.

  He’s doing a lot better than I thought he’d be doing, although I wouldn’t trade it for the world. We all thought he was a goner and I’m so thankful he made it through and none of this was any worse. Shit, it could’ve been so bad.

  Turning back, I see Sakura’s hand is now off Dixon’s body and they’re both coming my way. Sakura’s smile is still there as she runs toward me, and Dixon . . . he just seems . . . cocky. Arrogant. Like he has something to hide. Even if she and I aren’t officially something yet, I’ve made it clear we’re going to be and he’ll have to respect it.

  Sakura, Dixon and I head toward the same direction. Sakura starts to run up to me at a point and I wrap her in my arms swiftly, spin her around and crash my lips down onto hers. Skimming my hands over her lower back I plant them on her ass and walk her right up against the clubhouse. Her shoulder blades are pressed into the metal of the structure while neither of us gasp for air. We’re simply reuniting, not afraid to show anyone what there is between us. I’m really hoping she doesn’t fight what I’m about to do, because I don’t give a fuck who sees this happen and for the love of God I’m claiming her directly in front of whichever brother is around.

  Dixon, just like anyone else needs to know Sakura is my woman. That I’m the man she’ll wake up beside. That she’s moaning my name in the middle of the night, waitin’ for me to come back from a trip. In this day and age I know men and women have open relationships, but to be frank, I don’t want that. I want her . . . if we occasionally invite another person into our bed I wouldn’t mind, but I want what my parents had with her.

  I can’t stop thinkin’ she could be the perfect ol’ lady, wife, mother, and everything else in between. This might sound fucked up, but she reminds me a bit of my own mom. She has a strong spirit, can hold her own and she’s practically fearless. Even under the most intense of stressors I see her show me unimaginable strength. She may crack down every now and again . . . but sh
e . . . she just calls out to me.

  Before her I never felt any way toward a woman like this. I’d fuck to cleanse my system like every other brother in this club. I’d put a woman in my bed after an intense day just to make myself feel better, but never did I want to be around a specific one.

  Now I do.

  Ever since she came to the club I knew somethin’ was special about her and I knew how much I wanted her in my bed. I stood back in the shadows until I was presented with the right timing. Prowling like a mountain lion going after its prey.

  With my hands planted on her ass, holding her legs up, I know now’s the time. I won’t let her run off like a scared little girl. From the moment I saw her I knew I wanted her and after spending this time with Sakura over the last couple weeks, and these few days apart, fuck. I’m never going to let her go.

  I pull my knife from my jeans and cut off her jersey shorts, presenting her pussy to me like a fuckin’ gift. Unzipping my pants, I yank out my raging hard cock, craving to be inside her more than anything else and bring my head up to her entrance.

  With my eyes pinned on hers, I watch them widen while I thrust, shoving myself into her. She tilts her head back, moaning in the open air. Her arms wrap around my shoulders, pulling me closer to her and not arguing in the least bit. If she would’ve asked me to stop I would’ve, because I cherish her more than anything else. Instead of my worst fear, she’s encouraging me to go on. To do what I fuckin’ want to her body.

  “You’re not in the club life, so I’ll just tell you what this means,” I hiss into her ear, hearing the sounds of the slapping of my flesh against hers. “Me, doing this, fuckin’ you in front of a brother. It means your mine, that you’re my fuckin’ property. The woman I cherish. The woman I’ll fuckin’ die for if need be. It means I’ll protect you in any way I can, that I’m your partner, your provider and everything else you can ever imagine.”

  “F-fuck, Mouser.” She moans, digging her sharp nails into my back.

  From the corner of my eye I spot Dixon chucklin’ like a damn fool and see Cobra ended up walkin’ over to Dixon. Bet they’re talkin’ about what I’m doin’ right now but fuck, I don’t give a damn.

  “Will you be my woman, Sakura, ‘cause fuck I’m tired of playin’ this game with you. I said I’d do it for however long it takes but I can’t. I can’t fuckin’ imagine enduring this torture for more time. I want you to be my woman, my girl, mine. What do you say, Dove?”

  I stare into her dark almond color eyes and see her smile. “Yes, Mouser. I’ll be yours. Please don’t ever leave like that again. I missed you the entire time you were gone.” For the first time since knowing her I can see the vulnerability she hides so well.

  “I’ll do my best to not have to, but I might.” I tell her, biting the bottom of her earlobe.

  “I’m so scared I’ll fuck this up between us,” She admits, choking up a bit near the end.

  “I assure you, Sakura. There isn’t one way you’d ever be able to fuck this up.” I don’t know why she thinks she’d be capable of doing anything to tarnish what we have, but I don’t think she’d ever be able to do it. Her heart is far too pure. It’s one of the things I’m growing to love about her.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  You deserved to be loved and to be missed. You deserve to have someone who notices the emptiness in the air when you’re not around.

  ~ JM Storm

  Sakura

  Mouser fucked me in front of two other people. Dixon was still standing where I left him and Cobra ended up walking right up to Dixon, watching the show Mouser and I were giving them together. If I hadn’t been so in the moment I don’t know if I would’ve let Mouser do that to me. At least, not in front of others anyway.

  Mouser told the other two to skedaddle so I could rush back over to the house without anyone getting an eye’s view of my pussy. It made me laugh at first, because what’s the point. I’m sure they got an eye full when Mouser was fucking me.

  I ran back into the house and Mouser was close behind me. Though, instead of running he was walking. It’s like with each step he was finding peace, relaxing into being back home with me. Maybe my answer gave him some semblance of tranquility.

  “Dove, what did you mean by what you said out there?” Mouser asks after he shuts the front door and locks it.

  “I . . .” Oh here we go, diving deep into my issues. “I think I have a commitment problem.” There’s no other way than to be blunt about it.

  He comes up to me and brushes his hand over my ear to tuck away some strands of hair. “What do you mean by that?”

  “I think growing up in the environment I did, seeing what people would do, giving up everything to be part of the Yakuza. It fucked with my head a bit.” I pull the soft knitted blanket from the back of the couch to cover myself up. It’s still hot because it’s summer, but I’m not a clubwhore. So, I’m not used to having my goods out for anyone to see.

  “I’ll be honest, I don’t know what you mean by what you’re saying.”

  Taking hold of Mouser’s hand, I urge him to walk with me toward the couch. We both fall back onto the plush comfort and I keep his hand in mine, staring deeply into his eyes as I tell him how the Yakuza operates. “Every person that makes up the Yakuza is there because they’ve shown my mother the ultimate commitment. They give up everyone they love to be part of it. Their mothers, fathers, husbands, daughters, sisters, brothers, even children. They . . . eradicate their past and the people in it like they never even existed.”

  “Have you ever been in a relationship?” Mouser asks. For a moment I think his question is a bit odd and has incredibly horrible timing. While I was in some sort of thing with Lucian, it wasn’t more than sleeping together.

  “No, I’ve never been.” I state, shaking my head.

  “You ever think the reasoning behind your decision to avoid being in a relationship is because if your mother asked things of you, or formally wanted you to take over and whatnot, that you’d be forced to lose everyone in your life whom you loved?”

  In one instant I’m completely thrown off guard at how deep Mouser’s mind works. Subconsciously, I was probably doing this without ever even realizing it. “It amazes me how you can analyze any situation and find a reasoning behind it.”

  Mouser chuckles, leaning his head back against the cushions. “Yeah, my mom had a talent for that too, figuring people out and all that.”

  I smile, never hearing him talk about his family too often. It’s sweet, especially since they seem pretty normal compared to mine. “Every time you talk about her I get the sense she had a beautiful soul.”

  He nods, “She did, but it ended up getting her killed. You might hate me for saying this, but I hate it. I hate that her heart was the reason she got killed. All for a man who had been locked up numerous times. She always bailed him out though, every fuckin’ time.”

  “Did she know him?” Not thinking, I ask the question. For someone to help like that they surely would’ve known one another, right?

  He shakes his head, “Nope. His girlfriend was the one who called the company the first time to try to get him bailed out.”

  “She . . . I’m sure she must’ve thought that wouldn’t have happened. She wouldn’t have risked her life if she knew there was a possibility of getting taken away from her children. No mother would.”

  “Yeah, well no bondsmen thinks someone who occasionally steals shit is going to pop them. But, this guy, he got deeply involved into drugs and no one knew. Not even the police. He didn’t have one charge on him that was drug related. Hell, if we had known that she might’ve . . . chosen to do things differently that day. Instead, she died, bled to death in a fuckin’ field.” Mouser doesn’t realize it, but I see the way speaking about his mother’s death hurts him. His face is flushed bright red, his eyes are suddenly bloodshot and he seems as if he’s seconds away from crying.

  “You loved her so much,” I say, rubbing my hand over his.

  In
stead of answering, he stares at the ceiling. Clearing his throat, he begins again. “I think about how much I loved her, and then I think about us, Dove. I think about the magnitude I will love you one day because every day I grow to love things about you. I’m not in love with you per se, but I’m fallin’ for you. And I just think about . . . I think what if somethin’ like this happened to you, and how it would destroy me,” Finally, Mouser turns his head and stares right at me. “I won’t ever let something like this happen. I won’t ever lose you, Sakura.”

  More and more this man proves to me he isn’t like the rest, and for once in my life I’m grateful I’ve been so cautious and reserved for so long. If I’d opened up sooner, I may have never gotten the opportunity to be with him, to experience the way a relationship should be. We might’ve never crossed paths and . . . we wouldn’t have ever had the opportunity to explore wherever this path is headed for us. I’m just so grateful. I’m grateful for the kami for giving me the strength I needed to stop being a tool for my parents to use whenever they saw fit. I’m grateful to the kami for sending my Uncle Eduardo into my father’s life, and last of all, I’m ever so thankful for being introduced to this amazing man. The only man I’ve ever been able to commit to.

  “You make me so glad I waited for you.” I murmur, hoisting myself over Mouser’s hips. I bring my lips down onto his and kiss him passionately. Heat shoots through my veins, but I don’t want this to be like the rest. I don’t want this to be hot, fueled with fire and primal. I want to show him how sensual I can be. To see how our bodies match up with one another’s in this way.

  “Mmm, me too, Dove. Me too.” Mouser groans, snaking his hand around my back while the other is laying on my upper thigh.