Reaper's Property (15 page)

I giggled a little bit at that, feeling
better than I had since arriving.

“What I don’t get is why he brought you
here,” she said, grabbing some paper towels and dabbing at my face. I turned
toward the mirror, but she stopped me. “Trust me, babe, you don’t wanna see
what you look like right now.”

“Thanks,” I said. “I don’t know why I’m
here either. And I really don’t know what’s going on with me and Horse. For a
while things were great. Well, great on and off.”

“So why are you ‘off’ at the moment?” she
asked, biting her lip as she carefully wiped below my eye.”

“Well, I think I hurt his feelings,” I
said. She stopped, giving me a look of patent disbelief.

“You hurt his feelings?”

“I told him I wouldn’t be his old lady for
a million bucks. By text.”

“Shit. That’s a big deal, kid.”

I nodded.

“He told me it was, but I blew him off when
he tried to explain. He stopped talking to me and I got drunk and sent him a
bunch of texts and that’s when things really fell apart. Then I found the
Reapers holding a gun to my brother’s head and Horse told me they’d give Jeff
another chance if I came with him, so I did.”

Amazingly, Darcy didn’t accuse me of making
it all up or some other normal, reasonable reaction to my crazy story.

“Okay, you can look now,” she said. I was
impressed with what she’d accomplished. My eyes were smudged from the mascara
but she’d blended it so they looked more smoky than scary. Darcy put her hands
on my shoulders, meeting my gaze in the mirror as she stood behind me.

“Horse is a good man,” she said, and I
didn’t doubt her sincerity. “But he’s clearly fucked in the head. This is not
good shit.”

“Tell me about it,” I replied. “He told me
that if I didn’t want to be an old lady he wouldn’t treat me like one. I
apologized for the texts I sent but I don’t think it mattered.”

She gave a little laugh then shook her
head.

“Sounds like you’re right—you bruised his
precious little man feelings. But he can’t just acknowledge that, they never
do.”

I smiled back at her, but it died as I
thought about Jeff.

“What about my brother?” I asked. “Got any
insight into that one?”

She sobered and shook her head.

“He’s in deep shit. Wish I could tell you
something else, but the Reapers don’t fuck around when it comes to their rep.
They lose that, we’re all at war. Lotta clubs just waiting to step in and take
over this territory.”

“That’s what Horse said.”

“Here’s a piece of advice, whether you want
it or not. Your brother’s a dead man unless he makes things right with the
club. Horse can’t change that and you can’t either. Sounds like you’re buying
him some time, but don’t think for a minute that they won’t follow through if
he doesn’t pay them. So remember—it’s not your fault if things don’t go well
for him.”

“But it is,” I replied. “I’m the only
reason he’s still alive. Horse told me I can leave any time, but if I do,
that’s it for Jeff.”

“So don’t leave,” she replied. “But don’t
fool yourself either. This isn’t about you. Now we’re going back out, so put on
your game face. Horse brought you for a reason, probably to scare the crap out
of every guy here who’s got a sister. They see you, they won’t think Jeff is
getting off easy. I know Horse well enough to know this isn’t his usual thing.
I doubt you’ll get dragged out like this again unless your brother tries to
make trouble. Think he will?”

“He’s a smart guy, but he wasn’t smart
enough not to steal from the Reapers,” I said, shrugging. “I guess it could go
either way. Something’s gone really wrong with him.”

Someone pounded on the door again. Darcy
walked over, opened it wide and glared at the drunken girl standing outside.
She leaned over and vomited on the floor.

“Fuckin’ hate parties like this,” Darcy
muttered, grabbing my arm and carefully stepping over the puddle. I hopped
along with her as she dragged me down the length of the hall into a room with a
giant table. Horse and Boonie sat studying some papers.

“You boys need more time?”

Horse leaned back, eyeing me as Boonie
broke into a sly smile.

“Nope,” he said, standing and walking
toward Darcy. “Missed you, babe. I hate it when you’re out of town. Next time
make your mom go by herself, okay?”

Darcy murmured some reply I couldn’t make
out and they fell into another clinch even more intense than the first. Boonie
lifted her and set her butt on the table. That appeared to be our cue to leave,
because Horse came over and took my hand, drawing me back out into the hallway.

Chapter
Fourteen

Talking with Darcy made
me feel both better and worse. What she had with Boonie looked pretty good.
They seemed to keep focused on each other despite the chaos around them. Horse
had offered me the same deal and I’d thrown it back at him, with prejudice.
Still didn’t excuse kidnapping me. As we left Darcy and Boonie
behind, a woman stumbled over to the wall across from us, bracing against it as
she threw up noisily.

“You wanna go outside for some air, or back
into the bar?” Horse asked, arm hooked around my neck, casually dominating me
without even trying. He didn’t seem to notice the barfing.

“Some air might be good.”

He led me down the hall to a propped-open
door. Beyond it was a cleared area, surrounded by a six-foot chain link fence.
A huge bonfire lit up the place and I saw a lot of people smoking. My nose told
me it wasn’t all tobacco. That made me think of Jeff rather wistfully. He was
so smart—why did he get himself into this situation? He could do anything if he
put his mind to it.

Horse pulled me over toward the back of the
fenced area, still part of the party but outside the ring of light from the
bonfire. He sat down in the grass, leaned back against the fence and tugged me
down to sit between his legs. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me back
against his chest. It felt good. Of course it always felt good when he held me,
even when he was being a total asshole.

“You and Darcy have a good chat?”

“Yeah,” I replied. “Very educational.”

“You give her the whole sob story?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Good,” he said. “She’ll pass it on to the
right people. Word’ll get out where it needs to go.”

We fell into silence for a while. I watched
a couple of guys drag out some big speakers, fiddling with the wires until
classic rock burst out. Zeppelin, that kind of thing. Made me think of my mom.
Not my favorite but it fit the night somehow. Girls started dancing around the
fire, stumbling drunkenly into men who swung them up and around before dragging
them off into the darkness. Horse’s hand slid down to my breast, reaching in to
pop it out the top of the corset. I would’ve been utterly humiliated but I
didn’t think anyone could see us so far out of the light and I had the start of
a good buzz going. I knew there were other couples around us but I couldn’t see
them, so we were probably safe from the audience.

That’s why I didn’t protest as his other
hand pushed up my skirt and slid aside my panties to tickle my clit. I just
leaned back into him, closing my eyes and focusing on the sensation as he
coaxed me to life. Then I heard a shrieking noise and opened my eyes. A couple
pulled away from the fire, close enough to us that we could see and hear them,
but not so close that they noticed us.

The woman knelt in front of the man,
unzipping his pants and pulling his cock free. He grunted as she started
sucking him off expertly, bobbing her head up and down while working his cock
with both hands.

Live porn, right in front of me.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I’d fallen
into a strange and terrible world where people didn’t follow the rules, and
instead of being horrified at what I saw, I felt myself getting wetter under
Horse’s fingers. It affected him too—he was hard as a pike behind me. I knew he
wanted me, not those girls around the fire, because it was all too clear he
could have any of them whenever he wanted. A second man joined the couple in
front of us and I perked up, fascinated. The first dropped down to his knees,
the girl still working him, although with just her mouth now because she’d
fallen to her hands and knees. The position pushed her ass into the air and the
second man dropped down behind.

They formed the perfect silhouette of
debauchery. The man in back pushed aside the flouncy little skirt she wore,
gripping her panties and actually tearing them apart. I stiffened as Horse’s
finger hooked into me and he whispered in my ear.

“You like that, baby?”

I shook my head, but I couldn’t seem to say
anything. If I kept quiet, I could pretend this was all some dream where I
didn’t have to take responsibility for my actions. The woman took the man’s
cock deeper into her throat, his hands coming up to hold her head as he started
moving his hips. The second man’s cock came out of his pants, and while he
wasn’t as big as Horse, he was plenty big. He grabbed her hips, centering on
her opening and thrusting in with one powerful motion. Her entire body
stiffened but she didn’t cry out.

Probably because her mouth was too full.

The men slid in and out, creating a kind of
weird rhythm, alternately filling her at both ends. I felt myself stiffening,
tingles racing through my body as Horse popped out my other breast to twist and
pinch the nipple while he drew his fingertip over and across my clit
repeatedly. My hips lifted, encouraging him to do more. Clearly he got what I
wanted, because he sped up to match the trio giving the show. The bikers fucked
her hard now and I wondered how she took it without feeling pain. She obviously
didn’t mind, because she didn’t struggle at all—not even when the guy behind
her pulled out and centered his cock on her rear entrance, rubbing the tip
around to lube her with her own fluids. She pulled her mouth free, dropping her
head low, and groaned.

“Shit,” I muttered. Horse laughed in my ear
as the man pushed slowly into her. His friend took her by the shoulders,
bracing her as his buddy conquered her ass, inch by inch. Horse reached down
with both hands, grabbing my thighs from the inside, pulling me up and onto his
lap so my ass cradled his jeans-covered cock. The girl gave a startled grunt as
the man bottomed out. I watched as she twisted, pinned by his cock, arms and
legs quivering from the strain of taking him, but she didn’t protest or fight
back. To my amazement, she opened her mouth and caught the other man in her
mouth again.

As they started moving this time, I saw her
stiffening a bit each time the cock in her ass hit bottom. The man reaming her
stroked her back almost tenderly as he fucked her deep. The guy in front jerked
and came, hips bucking. He pulled free and she collapsed forward onto the
grass, face down, ass still in air. By this point I felt so wound up I knew it
wasn’t a matter of if I’d come, but when—now or after the little show in front
of us ended. Horse must have sensed the same thing, because he slowed and
stopped as the man in the back abruptly shoved the girl flat into the ground,
covering her as he went to town on her ass. Over and over he pounded her—so
hard I worried he’d hurt her. But she didn’t complain or protest, and she
definitely could’ve. This was no rape.

“You wanted to know what a sweet butt is?”
Horse whispered in my ear, pausing a second to trail his tongue along the shell
of my ear. I shivered, twitching around his fingers deep inside. “That’s a
sweet butt. She’s here to take cock and clean up after the party. Anyone who
wants her can have her. Do you think for one minute that I see you like that?
That I ever could?”

I shook my head, almost afraid to ask the
one question burning through me.

“What is it?” he asked, starting to move
his fingers again. I shuddered against him, muscles deep inside clenching as I
wound tightly toward orgasm.

“Are you going to do that to me?”

He gave a low chuckle.

“Gotta be specific, babe. You mean fuck you
in the ass or share you with another guy?”

“Either,” I whispered, wiggling my hips as
my butt rubbed his penis, the layers of fabric keeping his skin too far from
mine. “I don’t want you to share me, Horse.”

He didn’t answer, just rubbed my clit
harder. I squirmed against him as he caught a nipple and rolled it between his
fingers. In front of me the man stiffened, thrusting one last time. He grunted
as he came. Then he rolled off her to the side. She caught his arm, reaching
over to kiss him. He pushed her away, laughing, and stumbled to his feet.

“I can’t do that, Horse,” I said, shivering
with a mixture of physical need and fear. “Please, don’t give me to them. I
couldn’t handle it.”

“I’m not gonna share you, Marie,” he
whispered, digging his fingers deeper, grinding against my clit with the heel
of his hand. Pleasure pulsed, hovering just out of reach.

“I told you before, this is
my
pussy,” he continued, softly but with a hint of threat too. “I fuck you, nobody
else does. Which hole I fuck is up for negotiation.”

At his words I tipped over the edge,
moaning as stars exploded through me, grinding his cock with my ass. I
collapsed against him, panting. He lifted me, laying me down in the grass flat
on my back. Now the panties getting ripped were mine as he covered me, pulling
out his cock and slamming it into my well-lubed center without a word. I moaned
achingly. I had no idea if anyone could hear me but I didn’t care at all. I
just wrapped my arms and legs around him as he pumped furiously into my body.
That dick of his was huge, but it felt good and I’d loosened up a lot because
taking him didn’t hurt at all. It felt great, and I loved the way his girth
pushed me open, stimulating my clit like nothing I’d ever felt before. It
didn’t take long for me to shoot over the edge again, and he followed right
after. I felt his hot seed spurting deep inside and moaned as my body slowly
recovered.

That’s when I realized he hadn’t used a
condom.

I pushed him off, sitting up and trying to
pull my skirt down so that I didn’t give the entire party a crotch shot. He
leaned up on one arm to stare at me speculatively.

“What’s the problem now?” he asked. I
narrowed my eyes, wondering if he’d “forgotten” on purpose. Apparently Horse
liked riding bareback. “I know something’s crawled up your ass, so spill it.”

“You didn’t put on a condom!” I hissed. “I
haven’t been tested yet, I’m not even on the Pill, what—”

He reached out, wrapping his hand around
the back of my neck and pulling me to him for a kiss, ending the conversation.
He didn’t stop kissing me for a long time. Then he let me go and smiled.

“Calm down,” he said. “It’s not that big a
deal. We’ll get you to a doc tomorrow, get you tested, make sure you’re clean.”

“I’m not on birth control, Horse,” I said
through gritted teeth. “What if I got pregnant? I’m not having an abortion, you
can’t make me. I won’t do it.”

He looked me right in the eye.

“Babe, the odds you get pregnant this one
time are pretty damn low. But if it happens, we’ll deal with it, okay? I like
kids. I could do worse. Tomorrow we get you fixed, then we move forward. Not a
lot of sense in freaking out because we can’t exactly go back in time and slap
that condom on, now can we?”

I studied his face, calm and reassuring,
incredibly handsome in the firelight. He smiled, encouraging me. I smiled back
at him, forcing myself to breathe.

“Okay,” I said.

“Okay,” he repeated. “Marie, I swear,
you’re crazy sometimes, but once I get my dick in you I couldn’t care less.
Just calm down and relax, sweetheart.”

He rolled off me, rising to his knees to
tuck himself away and close up his pants. Then he leaned back against the
fence. I pulled down my skirt as far as it would go, sitting back between his
legs carefully, keeping my own shut tight. We sat like that for a long time,
listening to the music and watching the fire. Couples disappeared and
reappeared, their soft laughter filling the occasional lulls in the music.

Apparently we weren’t completely hidden
from view, because one of the prospects stopped by every once in a while to see
if we wanted more to drink. Horse nursed a beer slowly, but I ended up downing
two more, bringing my total up to five. By the time I’d grabbed a sixth, I’d
stopped worrying so much about someone seeing up my skirt. As I started a
seventh, I sat forward and started singing and moving my body to the music.
Horse laughed, but he stood and pulled me to my feet, apparently enjoying the
show as I spun in the firelight. Everything was great and I was starting to
think about a pee run when I heard a loud bang and the ground next to me
exploded with a crack like thunder.

Gunfire.

Horse tackled me, rolling us away from the
area as a second shot rang out, apparently hitting the speakers because the
music stopped. Yet another shot went off. Men shouted, women screamed and I
sobered right the hell up. Horse pushed me behind a big rock and then he was up
and running, tackling a guy standing near the fire. The gun flew out of the
shooter’s hand and another man grabbed it, popping out the magazine and
clearing the slide with a loud click.

I peeked up and over the bench to see Horse
dragging the shooter to his feet by the front of his shirt before punching him
hard in the face. I heard panting nearby, and a girl I hadn’t even realized was
crouched next to me gave a squeak of fear. It was Miss Double Penetration, and
she wore a streak of dirt across her cheek and a look of total shock on her
face.

I imagined my own held a similar
expression.

I reached out and took her hand. She
squeezed it back as Horse methodically beat the shit out of the shooter,
yelling at him between blows.

“You don’t fucking shoot a gun at my
woman!” he shouted, taking a final shot at the guy’s gut as the man collapsed
in the dirt. Horse stood over him, panting, furious, and I had another of those
eye-opening realizations that seemed to happen so often lately.

Horse was capable of violence. Terrible
violence. I wasn’t sure if this guy was going to survive. I’d known it
intellectually, seen him with a gun, but this was different. This was right in
front of me, real and visceral and scarier than anything I’d ever seen. The
girl next to me started crying shocked tears. I felt them running down my face
too. The guy was definitely down, but Horse rolled him over and kicked him
again in the nuts with enough force to dent metal. The horrific scream he gave
tore through my soul.