Reaper's Property (4 page)

“Knew it’d be like this,” he said. “I can’t
wait to get inside, you’re tight as fuck so it might hurt the first time. But
I’ll stretch you out a little and then holy fuck, it’s gonna be good. Time to
come.”

His mouth came over me again, sucking deep.
His fingers starting thrusting in and out and I grunted, muscles trembling as I
stiffened. So close. He paused again, but I didn’t open my eyes to see what he
was doing. Maybe I should have, it would have given me some warning. When he
started fucking me with his fingers again, he found my ass with his other hand.
I screamed as he thrust a finger in my back entrance, exploding into his mouth
as my back arched off the bed.

It took me a couple minutes to come back to
myself.

I opened my eyes to find him beside me, up
on one elbow, studying me not with satisfaction but brooding, determined need.
I blinked at him, dazed.

“Gonna fuck you now.”

“Sure,” I whispered, dazed. “Not sure I’m
gonna be able to participate too much, think you blew a circuit or something.”

He smiled, a look of grim satisfaction.
Then he carefully positioned himself over me, reaching down between us to
position his wide cock head against the lips of my slit. I came to my senses.

“Condom!” I gasped, pushing at his chest.
“Stop! We need a condom.”

“Want you bareback,” he muttered, narrowing
his eyes. “I’m clean.”

I shuddered, closing my eyes.

“Maybe you are, but I might not be. Gary
was cheating on me.”

That caught his attention, and his eyes
softened. He reached up and brushed his thumb against my cheek, where the
bruise had been.

“He gave you that mark, yeah?” he asked. I
nodded. “Your brother said he’s history. That right?”

I nodded again, looking anywhere but his
face, which wasn’t easy with him right on top of me.

“I don’t want to talk about Gary. Do you
have a condom?”

“Yeah, out in my saddlebags,” he said.
“Believe it or not, I didn’t entirely plan on this.”

I laughed.

“Neither did I.”

“I know,” he said, rolling off me and
flopping on his back. I turned on my side and looked down to see his cock for
the first time.

“Oh my god…”

It was huge. I mean, huge. Not just long,
but thick and hard and flushed bright red so it looked almost angry. It curved
up, wider in the center of the shaft before narrowing under the ridge of his
head.

I couldn’t help myself. I reached down and
traced the length, mesmerized by the heat of his soft skin over something so
hard and formidable.

“Told you why they call me Horse,” he said.
I dragged my eyes away to look at his face, reading satisfaction mixed with his
desire.

“They make condoms that big?” I asked,
halfway serious.

“You’d be surprised,” he muttered. “Saying
this goes against everything I believe in, but you’d better let go of my dick.”

He rolled off the bed, reaching down to
grab his jeans, pulling them on over his length with some effort.

“Goin’ outside to my bike. Don’t move.”

That wouldn’t be a problem.

He opened the door, then stopped in the
doorway.

“Fuck,” he said, sounding resigned.

“The sweet butt’s a screamer, I like that,”
I heard a man’s voice say from the living room, right outside my door.
Oh
shit.
I grabbed the sheet, jerking it up and around me. I couldn’t believe
we’d had an audience. The walls in this place were paper thin, they must’ve
heard everything.

I turned and moaned into my pillow.

“Sounds like a hot little bitch,” said
another voice. “She ready for another round? I’ll take a piece.”

Oh my god.

Horse walked out, slamming my door behind
him. I heard him snarl something. Then laughter, followed by a thudding noise
and a grunt. More laughter. The front door opened and slammed shut. A minute
later Horse opened my door and came back in the room, carrying a leather bag.
He sat down on the bed, digging in it and pulling out a handful of condoms,
tossing them toward me.

“No way,” I said through gritted teeth.

Horse stood and pulled off his jeans,
climbed up and over me on the bed on his knees, cock thrusting aggressively. He
narrowed his eyes and I shook my head quickly, feeling frantic.

He reached down, fisting himself and a
droplet of pre-come beaded on his slit.

“I know you want this.”

I did, but not with an audience. I shook my
head again.

“No, I mean it,” I said. “I’m not doing
this with a bunch of guys in my living room. When did they get here? I didn’t
hear any bikes.”

“Came in a cage,” he replied, squeezing
himself hard, sliding his hand up and down. I’d never seen anything sexier in
my life. He sucked in a ragged breath and I saw the pulse in his neck beating
fast. “Doesn’t matter. Open the fucking condom. I want to feel you slide it on
me.”

“No.”

Horse stilled, and something dark and heavy
rolled into the room with us.

“No?”

“No,” I repeated, my voice small. “I heard
what they said. I didn’t like it and I don’t want to have sex with them
around.”

Slowly and deliberately, Horse let go of
his cock and leaned down over me, bracing his hands on either side of my face
as he got real close. He held my gaze, eyes cold and hard.

“I fuck when I want and how I want,” he
said. I shivered. This was the intimidating man I’d met that first day. I’d
forgotten how much he terrified me. “So do my brothers. It’s my job to worry
about them, not yours. You worry about taking care of me.”

“No,” I said again, scared but determined.
“What we did earlier was incredible, and I’m sorry you didn’t get your turn.
But I’m not having sex with an audience. Period. Get off my bed.”

“This is a mistake,” he told me.

“Get off the bed,” I repeated, holding my
ground. I reached up and pushed at his chest. He exploded off me at the touch,
spinning around to punch the wall. Then he grabbed his jeans, pulling them over
his raging cock commando-style. His cut came next, sliding over his bare torso.
He grabbed the saddlebag and stalked out the door, slamming it so hard behind
him I heard something crack.

Then I was alone in bed, stunned and
covered in unopened condoms.

An
hour later, Jeff knocked cautiously at my door.

“Marie, you okay?” he asked, voice
quavering a little. “Um, did you know your door is cracked down the middle?”

“Yeah,” I replied softly, sitting in the
middle of my bed, knees pulled up to my chest. I’d already gotten dressed and
texted Denise, telling her I felt too sick for work. I’d heard Horse’s bike
leave, heard Jeff and the guys arguing about something. Heard a truck peel out
of the driveway. Now I just sat, trying to process what had happened.

I’d never been with anyone but Gary.

Horse had blown me away, first with his
gentleness and then his skill. But he’d followed it up by scaring the crap out
of me, not to mention doing some serious damage to the room. Which one was the
real man? Would I ever see him again?

Did I
want
to see him again?

“Marie, can I come in?”

“No,” I said, looking around the room.
Horse’s black t-shirt, emblazoned with the Reaper’s symbol, lay crumpled on the
floor next to his boxers.

A neat pile of condoms sat on the bedside
table.

Jeff didn’t need to see any of it.

“I’m going back to sleep for a while,” I
told him after a long pause. “Let’s just leave it at that.”

Chapter Four

Sept. 17—Present Day

I gaped at Horse.

“You’re threatening to kill my brother just
so you can sleep with me?”

Mohawk man walked casually over to Horse,
draping an arm around his shoulders.

“She’s cute, but not real bright, brother,”
he said, glancing toward me with a smirk. “Why don’t you let me take her for a
ride, get her trained up for you?”

He gyrated his hips suggestively and the
rest of the guys snickered. Horse turned fast, punching him in the stomach.
Mohawk man doubled over but managed to stay standing as Horse grabbed my arm
and jerked me out the door. He marched me away from the trailer into the
orchard until we’d gone a pretty good distance, then pushed me back against one
of the trees, leaning into my face and grabbing my shoulders.

“I don’t want to
sleep
with you,” he
said, saying every word slowly and carefully, shaking me a little for emphasis.
“I want to
fuck
you. Sleeping, cuddling, all that other shit is for
girlfriends and old ladies. You’ve made it pretty goddamn clear you aren’t
interested in any of that, so let’s get this straight. I’m threatening your
brother because he stole from the club, which had nothing to do with you. You
steal from the club, you pay in blood. You’re his blood. We take you, he pays.
Fucking you is just a bonus.”

“So you’re taking me to show that people
shouldn’t steal from the club?”

“It’s a fuckin’ miracle, she gets it,” he
muttered to no one, throwing up his hands. “Your brother’s lucky, because I
wanna stick my dick in you more than I wanna kill him. Otherwise this wouldn’t
be worth the trouble. If Jeff-hole gets his shit together and pays back the
club I might let you go—
after
I’m done with you. If he doesn’t, then
I’ll find some other use for you. Got it?”

I nodded again.

“No games, no bullshit,” he said. Then he
stepped back, running his hand through his hair roughly, pacing away from me. I
started to follow him but he turned back around toward me. “You do this, it’s
your choice. I’m not raping you. You’re making a decision to pay for your
brother’s mistake on your back. You get me?”

Not exactly much of a choice, considering
the gun pointed at my brother’s head. I didn’t say it out loud though. If the
Reapers were willing to give us an out, I’d take it and call it whatever he
wanted.

“I’m serious,” Horse said, glaring at me.
“You call it off any time you want. I’m not gonna lock you up and watch you
every minute. You make this deal, it’s up to you to keep it. And you don’t have
to make the fucking deal. Your brother’s an idiot and he knew what he was
getting into. This isn’t your mess and it’s not your job to bail him out.”

“You trying to talk me out of it?” I asked.
“Well, you can’t. I meant what I said. I’d do anything for Jeff. Anything.”

His jaw clenched as he turned, growled and
kicked one of the trees so hard it was a miracle he didn’t break a toe. Then he
marched me back to the trailer.

We went inside to find the other guys
sitting around, drinking beer and talking. Jeff lay on his side in the middle
of the room, crying silently, the bruises covering what I could see of him
getting uglier by the minute. Horse ignored all of them, pushing me into my
bedroom and closing the door he’d cracked behind us. He ripped open my closet
door, found a backpack and thrust it at me.

“You’ve got thirty minutes,” he said. “Then
you’re on my bike and we’re headed home. Grab anything you want to keep.”

“Okay,” I replied, hoping he would leave me
to pack in peace. Instead he leaned back against my still-cracked door,
watching as I dug through my closet. I decided to go light on the clothing. I
could always get more stuff to wear, but I wanted my pictures and what few
keepsakes I’d managed to take with me from Gary’s. It was depressing to realize
just how little I had.

I pulled out my shoebox of papers, tossing
it on the bed. The box tipped over, spilling out photos. I ignored it, turning
back to dig through the closet again. My mom had a pretty nice pair of leather
boots in there somewhere, and while I’d never been a boot person, it seemed
like wearing something to protect my legs might be important on a bike.

Horse sat on the bed, flipping through the
photos. I ignored him, tugging at my cargo capris when they rode down, showing
off my thong. Why had I decided to wear it today?

“You wear that shit for him?” Horse asked,
his voice like ice. I turned and looked up to find him holding up a wedding
picture smeared with dried blood. Me and Gary. So fucking young.

“Wear what?” I asked.

“That butt floss,” he snapped. “Why the
fuck are you wearing a thong to work at a daycare? Are you seeing him again?”

“No!” I burst out, horrified. “I haven’t seen
him since he beat the shit out of me, you should know that. He hasn’t called
me, nothing. When I get all the papers ready, Denise’s husband said he’d serve
them for me.”

“You keeping this?”

“Yeah,” I said, studying the picture. I’d
had so many hopes and dreams then back then, and I let a man destroy them. “I
don’t want to forget. At least not yet.”

Horse dropped the picture without a word
and I kept packing, glancing at my phone periodically to check the time.
Finally I surveyed the growing pile on my bed, sad that my entire life took up
such a small space. All I had left to grab was bras and panties, which I really
didn’t want to dig through with him watching me.

I didn’t exactly have a choice though.

I stood up and opened my underwear drawer.
There wasn’t a lot, but if I was going to be Horse’s…um…whatever…some pretty
panties might come in handy. He came up behind me, reaching down and cupping my
hips in his big hands, pulling me back into his body as he leaned over me. He
took a deep breath.

“I love how your hair smells,” he said
gruffly as his hard cock pressed against my butt. I heard Picnic and the others
talking in the living room. Jeff was out there, waiting to see if they were
going to kill him.

“I have ten minutes left,” I murmured, my
voice tense. “Please.”

Horse let go of my hip, grabbing my hair
roughly and twisting my head around to the side. His lips covered mine, taking
me hard, tongue thrusting in and out. I moaned, collapsing against him. His
other hand reached around to my front, ripping open the buttons on my capris,
and I heard one clatter against the floor. His fingers plunged into my panties,
sliding roughly along my clit before sinking into me. I moaned, despising
myself because it turned me on so much.

He pulled his mouth away from mine, pinning
me with his gaze. I couldn’t breathe, his eyes were so intense—full of desire
and lust and anger, all directed at me.

“This pussy,” he said, fingering me. I
moaned in response, ashamed at how easily he made me wet. “This pussy is mine.
You
are mine. I’ll fuck you when and where I want, and you can either take it or
get the fuck out. Are we clear?”

I nodded, shivering. I wanted to hate him
but my body disagreed. He kept his hand in my hair, holding me tight as he
stroked me repeatedly. My legs weakened and I whimpered, desperate for relief.
That’s when he took my mouth again.

Now his tongue thrust in time with his
fingers. The flesh between my legs tightened, muscles flexing all over my body.
Horse stroked harder and I quivered on the edge. He pulled his mouth away from
mine, dropping his lips to my neck, licking and sucking as I thrust my hips
against him, desperate to come. Then he bit my neck and I moaned.

Loud enough to be heard in the other room,
I’m sure.

Horse pulled his hand out of my pants and
stepped back. I froze in disbelief, my panting breath loud in the room. When I
turned to him, shaky, he gave me a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. Then he
slowly and deliberately lifted his fingers, licking off my juices.

“Don’t care how good you taste, you don’t
call the shots,” he whispered. “We clear?”

“Your rules,” I whispered back. “Or I
leave. And what happens if I do?”

“To you?” he said. “Nothing. You’re with me
of your own free will. But the club has to be paid in blood, Marie, not even I
control that. Don’t forget.”

I nodded quickly.

He pushed me gently to the side and opened
my lingerie drawer, digging around in it. He pulled out several thongs and a
teddy, tossing them on the floor.

“You won’t need these,” he said. I nodded
as he turned back to the drawer, trying not to think of what else he would find
in there. I winced as he stopped suddenly, thinking I had the shittiest luck on
earth because this wasn’t going to be pretty.

He pulled out the bundled black Reapers
t-shirt he’d left crumpled on my floor after that disastrous night he’d spent
in my bed, hefting it as he glanced toward me with a question in his eyes. I
shook my head, blushing fiercely, reaching out to take it.

Horse didn’t hand it over. Instead he
unrolled it, eyes widening as he found the bright-pink jelly vibrator with the
dual heads, one for my clit and one for my G-spot. We both stood there
silently, looking at it. Then he rolled it back up and handed it to me, eyes
full of satisfaction.

“Pack the shirt and the toy,” he said,
watching as I stuck it in the bottom of my backpack. I don’t think I’d ever
been more embarrassed in my life. I didn’t meet his eyes as I dumped the rest
of my things in, zipped it up and threw it over my shoulder.

“That it?” he asked. “You want anything else
from the living room or kitchen? It won’t be here if you try to come back.”

I shook my head, still unable to speak.
Stupid,
stupid, stupid…

He leaned in close and whispered in my ear.

“Next time you want to play with your
pretty pink toy, you do it while I’m watching. If you’re a good girl, I’ll let
you wear the tee. Got it?”

I nodded. We walked out through the living
room, past Jeff and the Reapers, and out the front door.