Reapers and Bastards: A Reapers MC Anthology (3 page)

“Farell . . . ” I whispered, my world shattering around me. “Oh, shit. Why? Why did you do this?”

He tried to say something, then Shanda had my arm and was dragging me away.

This was what it felt like to be punched in the gut.

I literally lost my breath. I couldn’t take in air, couldn’t focus, couldn’t do anything but try not to fall on my face as Shanda hauled me away from my future ex-boyfriend.

“Fuck off, asshole!” she shouted over her shoulder. “You eat shit and die.”

Finally my head stopped spinning and I realized I was crying. Sobbing. We were nearly back to the party and I dug in my heels, pulling back against Shanda’s grip.

“I can’t go back there,’’ I hissed. “I can’t let them see me like this. Oh my God, how did this happen? Why would he do this?”

Shanda caught my shoulders, giving me a shake.

“I’ve got no idea why the hell he’d cheat on you,” she said. “I don’t care, either. Here’s what I do know—if he’s been fucking her, then all of his friends know about it and so do all of hers. That means everyone at the party but you and your best girls are in on this bullshit. You’ve got two choices here. You can run off and hide like you’ve done something wrong, or you can walk back down there, grab a drink, and then wait for him. When he comes back, you’ll throw that drink in his face and dump his pathetic ass. Then we’re going to dance and have fun and maybe get you laid by a real man, because he does
not
get to win.”

I stared at her, blinking.

“I don’t think I can do that,” I whispered. Shanda’s eyes narrowed.

“Listen to me—the world’s tough for girls like us, Darce. Girls from the trailer park. They think that because we’re poor, we’re trash, and that’s how they treat us. But we’re not trash. I don’t care how much money Farell has. He’s the trashy one here, not you. Sometimes you just gotta cowgirl up.”

She was right. I hadn’t done anything wrong, so why the hell should I run away? Lifting the edge of my halter top, I wiped off my face, trying not to sniffle.

“How do I look?”

“You’ll do in the dark,’’ she said, winking at me. “Hold your head high and remember, I’ve got your back. Six Mile trailer park forever, baby.”

________

Boonie was the first person I saw back at the party.

He leaned against a pickup truck full of massive speakers that
the senior boys had hooked to car batteries. Something had gone wrong with the system early on, and it’d stopped working. Fortunately, the truck’s own stereo wasn’t too bad when they cranked it all the way.

Now the fire burned high and girls were all dancing. I saw Erin wander up to Boonie and lean into him. He gave her a hug then pushed her away firmly when her hands started to wander.

Shanda marched us straight over to them.

“What happened to you?’’ Erin asked, so drunk I could hardly understand her words.

“I caught Farell fucking Allie Stockwell,” I said bitterly, wishing I could kill the hateful bitch. “Now I’m going to dump his ass.”

“Holy shit.”

Boonie didn’t say anything, but his eyes flared with sudden intensity. Shanda looked between us, a strange smile playing at her lips. I think she was about to say something.

Then Farell stumbled out of the dark and back into the party.

“Darcy!” he shouted, lurching toward us. People turned to stare. “Darcy! Darcy, it was a mistake. Let me explain.”

“Showtime,’’ Shanda said, pushing me forward. I felt an almost palpable wave of excitement from the crowd. Great. Nothing like a little drama to make a party memorable.

“We’re done, Farell,’’ I announced before I lost my nerve. I was supposed to love him . . . but he was supposed to love
me
, too. Asshole. “Go back to Allie.”

He swayed, confused shock all over his face.

“But Darcy . . . I didn’t mean it.”

“You heard her,’’ Boonie said, stepping forward. Erin straightened and lurched into Shanda, clearly trying to show her support no matter how drunk she was. “You’re done. Go away.”

“Shut up, you fucking loser,” Farell said, swaying. “She’s my girl. You want her but you can’t have her.”

“No, I
was
your girl,” I said, the words cutting through me like knives. In the firelight he looked like a homeless guy, his clothes covered in dirt and pine needles. “It’s over. You made your choice.”

Farell looked confused, eyes blinking. Slowly he started to sneer.

“I see how it is,” he said. “You’re fucking him, aren’t you? I guess trash calls to trash.”

Boonie growled and stepped forward, reaching for him. Farell took a drunken swing and then they were all over each other. Shanda pulled me and Erin back as the students started shouting and screaming, “Fight! Fight! Fight!”

Farell was drunk off his ass, which should’ve made him an easy target. And he was—for every hit he landed, Boonie got him twice. The alcohol seemed to be dulling his senses, though. I wasn’t sure he even felt the pain.

He couldn’t possibly last long.

Boonie was faster and more savage than I’d ever seen him. He threw a sudden flurry of punches, his face cold with fury. Then Farell went down hard and it was over. A hush fell over the crowd as Boonie turned and stalked over to me, chest still heaving. I’d never seen his eyes so wild.

“C’mon,’’ he said. I looked around, wondering what to do. He didn’t wait for me to answer, catching my hand and all but dragging me down the hillside. That’s when I heard Farell shouting after us.

“Fuck you, whore! Go fuck your trashy boyfriend. He’s nothing, just like you’re nothing!”

Boonie stopped short, every muscle in his body rigid. Then he
turned slowly to face Farell one last time.

“If you ever talk to her like that again, I’ll kill you.”

Nobody there could doubt him—Boonie meant every word. My former boyfriend blinked, and I saw raw terror. Then Boonie pulled on my hand again and we were off.

________

I stumbled along in shock for a while, finally realizing I had no idea where we were going, or even why I was with him, but I did know this—something monumental had just happened.

“Why did you fight with Farell?” I asked. Boonie turned, backing me into a small crypt surrounded by brush. The plaster-covered bricks hit my butt and I stared up at him, wide-eyed.

“Because he’s an asshole,” Boonie said. “Why the fuck did you let him stick his dick in you, Darcy?”

I gasped, shaking my head.

“I can’t talk to you about this.”

Boonie pushed forward into my space, reaching down to catch my waist as he lifted me to sit on the monument. Then he was standing between my bare legs, staring down into my face. A muscle in his jaw flexed. I felt one of his hands reach down and around my waist, spreading across the flat of my back. His other hand rose to cup the back of my head, fingers burrowing into my hair.

“Been thinkin’ about this all year,” he whispered. “I come home and my fuckin’ girl is with the biggest prick in the valley. Took you too long to figure it out, babe. Such a goddamn waste.”

His fuckin’ girl?

I hardly had time to process his words before he jerked me into his body, wrenching my head back for his kiss. I gasped and he
took the opportunity to shove his tongue into my mouth.

I thought I’d been kissed before.

I was wrong. This was nothing like what I’d experienced with Farell—nothing like the first kiss Boonie had given me, either. This was a man’s kiss, his mouth taking everything from me without mercy. I felt his cock harden between my legs and God help me, but I wanted him. Then his hips started moving in a slow, steady swivel that pressed my clit into my pelvic bone. Lightning sheets of need shot down the length of my spine.

Boonie tore his mouth away, resting his forehead against my own. His body shuddered and mine answered like we’d been made for each other.

I’d never wanted Farell this bad.

Not even close.

“Tell me no right now,” he said, the words a low growl. “Otherwise we’re doing this.”

Reaching down, I slipped my hands under his shirt on either side of his body, sliding them along the sculpted curves of his muscles.

“I want it, too.”

That was enough. Groaning, Boonie caught my mouth again, even as he shoved up my skirt. I spread for him and his fingers traced the lines of my opening through the silky fabric of my panties. Then he found my clit, creating waves of sensation and need as my body recognized his.

He teased me like that for an eternity.

Boonie still hadn’t touched my skin directly but I felt the pressure building. Finally he pushed the thin fabric of my thong aside and slid one strong, roughened finger into me. Holy. Hell. I squeezed around him, unable to control myself. He ripped his mouth free to look at me. His eyes were wild and his breath came in deep, shuddering gasps.

“That’s the hottest fucking pussy I’ve ever felt,” he said, and while the words might not’ve been romantic, they were about the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.

“It’ll feel better around your cock,” I whispered, feeling a thrill of feminine power.

Boonie closed his eyes at my words, those little muscles in his jaw flexing over and over. He seemed to be fighting some sort of battle with himself. I took the opportunity to push up his shirt.

Then I leaned forward and very deliberately licked his nipple.

He exploded into action, ripping his finger out of me. He took a step back and I felt suddenly cold and alone. For an instant, I thought he was leaving.

That devastated me.

He was mine.
We belonged together
.

Then Boonie’s hands found his pants, jerking his fly open, and I realized he wasn’t going anywhere. He’d gone commando, and my mouth fell open as his stiffened cock burst free. It was big and hard and all too ready to fill me.

I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

The sound of a condom package opening reached my ears. Boonie caught his dick in his hand, pumping it twice before smoothing the rubber down its length.

I shifted, meaning to slip off my thong. He didn’t give me the chance, catching my hips and jerking them just off the edge of the tomb. I fell back on my hands. His fingers shoved the narrow strip of fabric to the side, then I felt the head of his cock pressing into my opening.

“So fuckin’ good,” he groaned, sliding into me with an endless stroke that stretched the limits of my capacity. Reality narrowed, every part of me utterly focused on the feel of him deep inside. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back.

Strong hands caught my hips, sliding me closer to him.

His hips started moving faster, but it wasn’t quite enough. I needed more. Reaching down between us, I found my clit and started rubbing it in time with his strokes.

His cock swelled and he moaned.

“Keep doing that,” he gasped. “Hottest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever seen.”

Didn’t have to ask me twice. I rubbed harder, the pulsing waves of pleasure just out of reach. Boonie’s hands slid down around my ass, grabbing my cheeks and squeezing them roughly. That changed his angle. Suddenly his cock was slamming into some spot deep inside that I’d never felt before.

“Oh, shit . . .” I whimpered, fingers flying against my clit. So close.
So. Fucking. Clo
—the orgasm exploded through me, my back arching as I clamped down around him. Hard. Boonie’s cock thickened and pulsed as he came, grinding his hips against mine.

I opened my eyes slowly, looking overhead to see a thousand stars floating above. Reality filtered in. In the distance I heard faint music and shouting.

Boonie leaned down, kissing me soft and slow.

“Fuck, I can’t believe this is happening now,” he whispered. “You should’ve dumped his ass earlier, before I signed papers.”

Stretching like a cat, I savored the ache between my legs. Who knew sex could be that good? And to think, I’d thought sleeping with Farell was nice . . . he had nothing on Boonie.

“Signed papers for what?” I whispered, wondering how long it would take him to recover. I definitely wanted to do this again. Soon.

“The Marines. I leave for San Diego the day after tomorrow. Basic training.”

My breath caught.

“Why?” I asked, wondering how the thought could hurt so much. We weren’t dating. I had no hold on him—hell, up until an
hour ago I’d been with someone else. Someone I was supposed to love. But how could you love one guy and then sleep with another?

Boonie gave a harsh laugh.

“Because there’s nothing for me in Callup,’’ he replied, his tone bitter. “You’ve made that pretty fuckin’ clear this year, Darce. I finally got the message. My dad was a jarhead, figured if it was good enough for him, it’ll be good enough for me.”

I had no idea what to say. More shouting cut the air, louder this time, and the music stopped. Shit, that was Farell. I recognized his angry, drunken ranting. A truck door slammed, and I heard the sound of wheels spinning out on gravel and the roar of an engine.

Boonie leaned his forehead against mine.

“I want you in my bed,” he said. “I want—”

A sudden, horrific crashing noise filled the air, all shrieking metal and shattering glass. Boonie pulled away and I sat up, adrenaline surging.

“What was that?”

“Accident,” he muttered, zipping up his pants. I heard screams in the distance. “Stay here.”

Boonie took off down the hillside toward the road. I followed him, lurching through gravestones in the darkness, hoping I didn’t fall and break my neck.

When I reached the embankment overlooking the road, I nearly fainted.

The pickup truck from the party—the one holding the big speakers that they’d used to haul the kegs—had rolled sideways down the bank from the cemetery driveway, crashing across the road below to land in the creek.

“Dear God . . .”

Someone was screaming in the wreckage, and I heard shouting all around. Boonie was already climbing down to the shattered
vehicle.

More boys followed him, falling over their own feet as they ran.

I slid down the bank on my butt to find Boonie peering inside the cab of the upside down truck. High-pitched, horrific cries came from inside.