Hunter: MC Romance (Hell Reapers MC Book 1) (40 page)

Hunter growled, practically leaping on the bed – following my trail and forcibly moving himself on top of me. “What’s that?” He husked, dark as dusk and sexy as sin.

Liquid fire rushed through me, “N-nothing,” I whispered before biting down on my lip, feeling my nipples slowly begin to stiffen with ripening desire. Fingers of arousal worked their way down my chest, through my core, and to the lips of my slick pussy. Just one look and I was his. One word and my body was reading to fully take him, to drain his beautiful cock and drink in his seed.

I shuddered at the thought, and his lips crashed hungrily into mine. “Hunter,” I moaned into his mouth, our tongues beginning the familiar dance of mortal pleasure. The bones of my body became weighty and full, as though small weights had been strapped to them.

My body was his. And his heart was mine. “Fuck!” I gasped louder than I should have, immediately clenching my legs just above his ass, feeling his thick cock penetrate me. He slid right in I was so dripping wet.

“Naughty girl,” he husked, pushing me hard into the bed with his hand and planting another kiss on my lips. He rocked his hips, sheathing himself in and out of my greedy, clinging walls. He knew my body better than anyone ever could, like it had been whispered in a dream too him all his life. “I know you love it when I hit that ass,” his breath hitched in his throat as he bucked in and out of me, the muscles of his neck expanding – a wild lust glossing over his pale blue eyes.

“Yes-s-s,” I could already feel that orgasm building up, clamping my legs around Hunter even harder. My nipples stiffened into engorged buds, pulsing with pleasure. “Don’t stop,” I cried out in a half-whisper, “don’t stop,” I repeated it for every time he used my womanhood.

“Never,” he breathed, pressing his face into my neck and sucking hard against my collar bone. He pulled off for a second, “I always need to feel you,” his hand found my breast, kneading it in his hand, “always need to fuck this pussy and use these perfect tits. Gah, fuck. You’re so tight tonight.” He started back on sucking my neck, and pleaded to have me come around his thick cock.

I was eager and delighted to oblige.

Just like that, I shattered against Hunter, breaking myself into a thousand, thousand pieces – every inch of me clenching with pleasure, my g-spot gorging itself on the length of his still stroking dick. I felt my honeyed rose drool over him as he slapped into me, his balls smacking with every wet, blissful thrust. I begged him as whisper-soft, primal noises escaped me. Begged him to fill me up, I had to have him – I had to have the pleasure of knowing he was giving me his seed.

Hunter groaned and gave a final stroke of his cock, releasing this guttural, bestial noise and he shuddered against my body. I could feel every spurt, and every twitch of his hardness.

I hummed something deep and satisfied, an evil little laugh rolling from my lips. Knew I’d make him come.

Epilogue

Hunter

One Blissful Morning Later

It was Saturday and I’d promised the kids I would take them down to the lake. Reyes, the old dog of a man, was at my side as we trekked through the grassy plain, his boots stomping where my flip flops softly padded. He’d been kind enough to carry all the equipment; with the poles all strapped to his back, the tackle box and cooler in his one mighty hand, and the medium sized box of shrimp in the other.

This was my only day off this week, and the only way I knew it could have started off better, was if Jess could have been here. Princess Reagan was riding on my shoulders, taking in the picturesque view of Lake Vallow. While the littlest prince I’d ever known, my son Tyler, was held beneath the crook of my arm.

I was in full Dad mode today. It’s a tough job, but someone’s gotta do it.

Reagan bounced a few times on my shoulders as we neared the edge of the lake, “It’s so pretty, Dad.”

Tyler seemed to finally be getting tired of his coach ride, opposed to Princess’s first-class one. He squirmed and I let him down to walk beside me, my hand mussing up his hair. “I want to catch the biggest fish,” he boasted, gesturing with his hands the comically enormous fish he wished to reel. “Like this big, Dad.”

Reyes and I shared a look and a smirk, before I slid my gaze down to Ty, “You’re going to have to wrestle it, if you do. Think you’re strong enough for that?” I narrowed my eyes at him; sucking in a big breath through my nose. Reyes and myself were slick with sweat from the humbling venture, him all the more considering I’d let the kids walk every now and again.

“Hell yeah,” Tyler responded, and Reagan went ‘oooh’.

“Son,” I chastised, “you’re too young to be using that word. If mom knew you said that—“

“But it’s a cool word. Jake always says it.” Reyes had to stifle his rumbly laugh, while Reagan whispered some advice in my ear how I should tell mom.

“Yes,” I said, bringing my arm to my boy’s shoulder and pulling him against me as we walked. “Hell is a cool word, but a word starts to lose it’s meaning if you say it too much.”

Tyler chewed on the thought for a moment. Reyes added, “You only use cool words when you’re mom’s not around, got it, kid?”

I shot him a look, muttering, “That’s not
exactly
what I meant.”

Reyes shrugged as best he could with the weight of all the stuff he was carrying.

“Tyler be a good little man and grab that box,” I instructed, and Ty promptly alleviated some of the weight off of Reyes.

We reached the lake and put our feet into the warm, inviting waters. Casting our lines out into the clear, dark pool. The cool breeze of the wind ran her fingers through our hair, and the sun, burning bright, shone it’s shafts across the lake – the stalks of golden, Autumn grass waving at us now and again. Laughs were shared, and brother teased sister; Reyes even seemed like he was truly enjoying himself – he’d mellowed out over the years, and the club had become a much bigger enterprise across the years. Still, he remained the grumpy, stick-in-ass Sgt that I’d always known him to be. Just a little softer around the edges.

The kids drank their pop, each can cracking as it opened. Grape for Tyler, and Sprite for Reggie. They guzzled down the icy cool beverages with a gusto that reminded me of my own youth. I was committed to making sure that every day, and every moment that we were so lucky to spend together – that they were beautiful ones, that they were
memorable
ones. Even the boring, routine stuff, like tucking them in at night or cooking breakfast for them.

I didn’t want those kids to ever have a bad day, even if I knew it wasn’t a truly possible task.

They deserved everything that I never had.

The hours passed, and when things got to be a little too hot for us, the four of us found some shade while Reyes went to fetch more snacks. Years and years ago, the man had suffered a small breakdown and got himself locked up in jail for the better part of three or four seasons. Thankfully between the judge’s lenience and the Hell Reaper’s pull, we were able to get him out just fine. Club wasn’t the same in all those months without him.

He never did tell me, or anyone really, what happened that day in the mall.

***

The sky bloomed like a pink rose, with its thin, white, fluffy soldiers rolling along. Dusk settled around us as I held Jessica’s hand, her respectably-sized, diamond engagement ring catching my attention. I squeezed her hand and glanced at her gorgeous face, loving all of her simple beauty, “I have to ask,” I started, “but how did you get Sabrina to agree on such short notice?” Jessica had used her bewitching powers, I’d assumed, to get the kids out of our hair for the night.

Jess tightened her grip around my hand, “Well, you know that I have my ways…” we continued to walk down the paved path of the boardwalk, “sacrifice a goat here, grab a bottle of wine for her there.” She gave me that smile which was perfect, and perfectly my own. “But, seriously,” she deadpanned, the lines of her face smoothing out, “we
are
running out of goats. Now the wine’s one thing to get, but procuring a steady supply of goats…”

I pulled her into me, rounding my arm over her shoulder and hugging her, “You’re truly, truly terrible.”

“In every conceivable way,” she added, “you chose this.”

“I did indeed,” I smiled. “I’d have chosen these anytime and every time,” I snuck in a boob grab, causing her to swat at me with her hand.

“Is that all I am to you?”

“No, no,” my tone was grave, “you’re much more than that. You’ve also got a ten-out-of-ten ass.”

She swatted at me again, harder this time. “Eleven,” Jess grumbled beneath her breath. We finished up our walk and drove home, happy for once with the prospect of having the home all to ourselves once again.

***

Night blanketed the humble abode in which Jessica and I had so tirelessly worked to make what it was today. It wasn’t the largest, or the grandest, but it was ours. Two stories and fashioned in the style of craftsman, it had become our chamber of solitude, a place to retreat and recharge.

And for me, it was the home – and the
family
that I never had. She’d given me the greatest gift of her love.

We exited the car, and I promptly scooped up my wingless angel, eliciting a soft squeak. I carried her through the stony path up towards the front porch. The motion lights flicked on and helped to reveal most of the front yard, along with the porch. The grass was always well kept, and I made sure to that. Every now and again I’d let Tyler join me in riding the lawn mower, and when he got a few years older I knew that I would feel comfortable with letting him go at it himself.

Bringing my set of keys to the lock, I let Jessica inside first and we kicked off our socks and shoes – before she could get very far from me, I closed the distance between us and pinched her bottom; giving her a small growl, and cinching my arm around her waist. My lips trailed along the back of her neck, slowing growing closer towards her luscious chest. The heat was churning within my chest, and sinking lower and lower towards the base of my cock; I knew that I had to have her, knew that only ravaging her ‘till she screamed my name was the way to put out this consuming fire.

Jessica leaned her whole body into my touch, her hand trailing along my thigh, “You trying to make me slip out of my chair?” She asked in a playful moan that made me throb between my legs.

“That’s on you,” a soft laugh rumbled from my chest and I somehow found the strength to let go, moving in front of her and kissing her lips deep, “sit down and read your book, baby. It’ll be more romantic,” I mentioned, “promise.”

For once, I don’t know if I’d just gotten too easy to thrash or what, Jessica didn’t put up a fight. She just wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight, letting our bodies squeeze together – just this basic, joyous warmth connecting us. I ran my fingers through her short cut hair, dancing across her scalp, taking in the sweet, floral scents of her person. We kissed a last time and then I got to work on making my babygirl the dinner that she deserved.

That we both deserved. I shook my head. Jessica’d told me to start taking my accomplishments seriously and I’d promised her that I would do better to view myself in the light that I so frequently saw her.

Still thought, to this very day, that she was some mystic creature that I must’ve pulled from my dreams. After a measure of time, no more than ten minutes less than an hour, with a surprising attention to detail, I’d managed to prepare a fine feast for us. The table was set with blood red candles, their soft orange glow breathing life into the dining room. Napkins were sprawled out across the black tablecloth, that draped itself over the furniture. Fanciful, ivory plates mirrored each other on her side of the table and mine; they held a bourbon glazed Newyork Strip done medium-rare with a perfect black criss-cross sear. Diced Portobello mushroom, along with a light earthy mushroom sauce, dressed the cut – and a side of steamed and buttered asparagus rested in its own section.

When I called for her to come over, my jaw fell, mouth remaining agape for a brief period. The air in my lungs came to a still, and for every time that my eyes crawled over her glorious, lingerie-laced body, heat punched at my core. I tried to stop myself from looking like a teenage virgin, picking up my jaw and trying to swallow away the lust that coated my throat. “You better eat fast,” I warned, with my cock stiffening at the prospect of getting to eat that wet, blissful little pussy Jessica hid beneath her sheer material.

Jessica padded over to me, her body bathed in the soft orange light – revealing the pale beauty of her flesh. Her bra was dark around the wires and ends, while the rest of it was nearly see-through. Her nipples were only partially covered by lacey, black roses. Jessica’s garter belts ran down every curve and valley of her sexy figure, her panties matching her bra except they held a convenient and highly tempting zipper. She place her delicate hands on my chest, and all my body was telling me was to bend over my girl and fuck her right against the wall. “Why’s that?” She purred, eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Because I don’t know how long I can hold back the urge to fuck you out of your mind,” I brought my hands to her apple shaped ass and squeezed her hard.

Her eyes widened with excitement, the faintest hint of a smile gracing the lines of her face. Our lips came together then, and we kissed each other in a flurry of loving, sexual excitement. Each flick of our tongue and crash of our lips eagerly displaying the hunger that we both shared for one another. The constant lust and love that just so easily filled us, the desire that crawled its fingers along my spine.