REAPER'S KISS (6 page)

I looked down at Jace. My breathing
was crazy. My body pulsed from the inside out. He was torturing me with
pleasure and he was damn good at it.

“I swear,” I groaned. “I have
nothing to do with it. He asks me to walk around. I’m the eye candy, okay? I
keep the attention. I get my ass grabbed, touched, slapped. I get offers. I
never take them. I’m nothing but a conquest… a cheap whore! That’s it, Jace.
That’s the fucking truth of my life. I’m used by everyone. Including you.”

Jace stopped moving. “No, sweetie,
I’m not using you. I’m showing you. You’re worried about me being the bad guy?
Tell me how good the bad guy feels…”

Jace moved his thumbs and his mouth
went back to work.

It was slightly pathetic but all it
took was three curls of his tongue to bring me to climax.

My hips started to shake as I came.
Jace grabbed my hips and held me steady, devouring all the wetness pouring from
me. His hands started to creep up my body but stopped just under my ribs. I was
able to rock my hips, up and down, unable to control the wild need for relief.

I guess I had given Jace everything
he wanted to know.

When I was finished, he slowly
eased himself away from me. Then he stood up, admiring my nude body. I scanned
his outlaw body. The way his arms filled out his shirt. His leather cut. And
then I saw the massive bulge of his cock in his jeans.

“You stay here,” he said to me. “We’re
not done yet.”

Jace stormed out of the bedroom.

I slowly pulled the towel back
around my body.

I put my feet to the floor and
tried to stand but had no balance for a few seconds.

So I sat on the edge of the bed.

My inner thighs were a mess of my
own orgasm.

I was going far beyond being
protected by Jace.

I was crossing dangerous lines.

The worst was yet to come though
…
and that was the truth
…

chapter fifteen

(ava)

*THEN*

I was trying to find Dad’s pills.
They were in an unlabeled medicine container. He said they were his
magic
heart pills
and I had believed that ever since I was a little girl. My
mother used to get mad at him for taking the pills but they always seemed to
help.

Uncle Frank always brought him the
pills when he needed them. They worked like magic. Dad would sleep for a long
time and then wake up and feel great again. I never understood why my mother
hated them so much.

Dad was at the kitchen table,
stressed out, worried that we were going to lose the house. I always wanted to
move out, I was old enough to do so, but I feared leaving Dad alone. Part of me
wished he would just sell the house. It would help out so much with the store.
The house had nothing for me. The store did. Strange as it was but the memories
of my mother were more prevalent at the store than at the house.

I was in the bedroom and it was
always weird to me. The closet still had my mother’s clothing in it. I couldn’t
bring myself to look. Lucky for me I didn’t need to go into the closet. I just
needed to go into his top left drawer. There were two dressers though. I picked
the one on the left.

As I opened the drawer I got an
uneasy feeling. I looked in the mirror and saw nothing. I was too old for the
ghost stuff but there was a part of me that wondered if my mother could come
back to me as a ghost. Just for a quick visit. Just to explain what had
happened the night…

I dug through my father’s always
stained socks and couldn’t find a pill bottle.

So I kept digging.

That gave me nothing.

I dug through every sock in the
drawer and found nothing.

So I went to the next drawer. It
was an unflattering drawer. My father’s underwear. I gritted my teeth as I
stuck my hand into the drawer. I told myself he needed his medicine. It was
worth the awkward grossness.

My hand dug to the bottom of the
drawer and I felt something.

It wasn’t a pill bottle though.

It was a small envelope.

I pulled it out and saw handwriting
on it.

Birth record. Proof.

There was a date under that. It was
scribbled pretty badly but I knew it wasn’t my birthday. And it wasn’t my birth
year. It was two years older than I was.

It peaked my interest so I turned
it around and opened it.

“What are you doing?” a voice
growled behind me.

I looked up in the mirror and saw
my father standing there.

I quickly tucked everything away.

Turns out the medicine was in the
other dresser.

Whoops.

I got him his pills and then had to
leave for work.

All I could think about was the
envelope.

The date.

Birth record
… proof?

When I got home from work, I found
Dad on the couch, passed out. He would stay there for at least a day or two.
Then he’d wake up and be normal again. He’d function as he always did. It was
weird to me. I had no idea what could be wrong with his heart. But it was
better to not ask questions.

I snuck into his room, my heart
racing.

I quickly went to the underwear
drawer and had to dig through it again. It was just as weird and gross as the
first time.

But there was a big difference this
time.

The envelope
… was missing
…

chapter sixteen

(jace)

*NOW*

I was on the back porch. I pinched
the bridge of my nose as the mid day sun pounded on me. I licked my lips and
still tasted Ava’s sweet cum. I hated to admit it to myself but I believed
everything she had said to me. On the brink of orgasm she was desperate to come
and there wasn’t a shred of dishonesty in her eyes.

Sid was on the line with me, taking
in everything I told him.

The end result was pretty cut and
dry. The attack on the prospects was simple retaliation on the MC for busting
up a few games and taking the cash. One thing was for sure - Sid didn’t give up
money. We would fight this out.

The key now was to deal with Ava
and her father.

I leaned against the railing,
feeling the sun peeling against my face.

“Prez, she’s given me the truth,” I
said.

“You fucked it out of her?” he
asked.

“Something like that. I hate to say
this, but I believe her. This isn’t a pussy thing, Prez. From the second I saw
her at the store I could tell she was terrified. She works the games, okay? She’s
seen everything. The people. The drugs. The prostitution. She was front row and
center. Her old man is somehow tied into it. Forced into it. Beyond the store,
if you ask me.”

“Then we get him next,” Sid said.

“Kill him?”

“Depends on what he gives us.”

“Shit,” I said.

“Hey,” Sid said, “all this aside,
it’s about the club, right?”

“Of course. I barely know Ava. What
the fuck do I care?”

This thing was
… I did
care. I felt connected to her.

“Hold up, Jace, I have to take a
call,” Sid said. “I’ll get back to you in a few minutes. This is something
important. I want you to stay put with the daughter. Keep her there and keep
her talking. We’ll figure this out soon enough.”

Before I could say goodbye, the
call went dead.

I felt like throwing my phone into
the thick brush at the end of the yard.

This thing was getting deeper and I
had a feeling we weren’t done yet.

Ava was scared. Her father was
losing control. And someone wanted her, him, and guys in the MC dead. It was
all twisted up.

I turned and grabbed the backdoor
to go back inside.

There was only one thing I could
think of doing to calm myself down.

Ava owed me one
… and I
was going to cash in right now
…

She still had the fucking towel on
when I opened the bedroom door. I tossed the phone to the dresser and shut the
door.

“Still in the towel?” I asked.

“I never got a shower.”

“You’re pretty bold for being a
stranger.”

“I don’t think we’re strangers
anymore, Jace.”

“Yeah, right.” I stepped toward her
with bad intentions in my heart, head, and eyes. My cock was already throbbing,
slithering down my jeans.

“I’m in a towel in your room,” Ava
said. “For some reason I have complete trust in you. Ask me anything… I have
nothing to hide. I wasn’t lying before when you accused me.”

“Fair enough,” I said. “This thing
could get ugly and fast. I hope you’re ready for that.”

“Just as long you promise to
protect me.”

“You feel like you’re in danger?”

“Yes.”

“Is there something you’re not
telling me?”

Ava shook her head. “No. Uncle
Frank… Frank… whatever… he’s dangerous. I remember him trying to touch me and
he would always say things to me. Even last week he tried to do something to me
and threw me to the floor.”

“Shit, sweetie, okay.”

“And my father made it very clear I
needed protection,” she said. “He sent me here. He demanded I get in with the
outlaws.”

I gritted my teeth.

Was her old man trying to use
her to get to the MC? Was he planning an attack or something?

I studied Ava, looking for any hint
of lying.

I had nothing from her though.

Slowly, I put my hand to her face.
My thumb stroked her cheek. I eased down to her lips, tracing her top lip.

“Anything you want to know about me,
sweetie?” I asked.

“Do I have to get it out of you?” she
asked.

“You could try…”

Ava touched my leg with her hand.
The swell in my jeans became uncomfortable. She leaned forward and then moved
off the bed. She dropped to her knees before me, still wearing that damn towel.
With both hands touching my jeans she looked up at me.

“Are you a criminal?” she
whispered.

“Yes,” I said. “I steal. I hurt
people. I don’t give a shit either. Does that scare you?”

“A little.”

“As long as you don’t fuck with me
I won’t hurt you.”

Her hands moved toward my zipper.
Her right hand moved over the thick mound of my cock inside my jeans. I felt my
cock throb, leaking some pre-cum on my leg. Her fingers grabbed my zipper.

“Have you been arrested?” she
asked.

I laughed. “Plenty of times.”

“For what?”

“What didn’t I get arrested for?” I
asked. “I’m an outlaw, sweetie. Either get it or don’t. I do what I want, when
I want.”

“What about right now?” Ava teased
at me.

Poor thing
… she didn
’t
realize I already had this planned out.

I stepped back and moved her hands
out of the way. I opened my jeans and inched them down a little. I shoved my
hand into my pants and gave no worries about pulling my dick out for Ava to see
and enjoy. Hell, I knew my dick was amazing. I’d known for years. So letting
that thing flop in front of her face brought me happiness.

I was half hard, waiting for her to
finish the entire job.

“Holy shit,” Ava whispered.

“Exactly,” I said with a grin. “Now,
earn your time here, sweetie. I want to see what that mouth can do.”

She looked shocked. Her face was
bright red. I guess nobody ever spoke to her like that before. It took big
balls and the heart of an outlaw to speak the way I did. I had nothing to lose,
everything to gain, and worst case, I’d end up shooting whiskey with the
reaper. Fuck it.

I grabbed the thick root of my cock
and jerked myself.

“Come on, sweetie,” I said.

Ava reached up for my cock like she’d
never touched one before. Her fingertips grazed the full head of my dick and
then she touched under my shaft. My veins were throbbing, bringing more blood,
making me longer and thicker by the second. She gripped under my shaft and held
me.

“Oh, fuck, Jace,” she whispered.

“What else do you want to know
about me?” I asked with a sly smile.

“I want to know what your cum
tastes like,” Ava said.

I had to hand it to her. It took a
lot for me to feel jaw dropped… but she achieved it.

It took a few seconds to gain some
words back, but by then her lips were already touching my dick.

She opened her mouth, welcoming me
inside, going right for the kill. I took my hand off the root of my cock and
Ava put her hand there. She was already gently pumping at me as her lips slid
down inch by inch, going to the back of her mouth.

God-fucking-damn.

She closed her mouth tight and
pulled back, letting her teeth ever-so-softly graze the hard skin of my rod. My
balls were already bouncing, ready to pump her sweet mouth full of my cum.

Ava took her mouth completely off
my cock and then looked up at me. Her eyes were on fire. There was a wild side
to this beauty and I was getting a first hand experience with it.

She slowly moved her hand up and
down my shaft.

“Easy, sweetie, I’m already half
cocked,” I said.

“That’s good,” she said. “I want
all the cock.”

Again, with that mouth
…

She returned to my dick and started
to suck even harder, now adding speed. Rocking herself back and forth, groaning
each time her lips moved over the round ridge at the head of my cock. Fuck,
each time she did that I felt myself stiffening everywhere in my body, ready to
go.

She matched the speed of her hand
and mouth together.

I reached down and slid my hands
around her slender shoulders. Her skin was soft and warm. She was like a fresh
flower, waiting for the sun. And I was a bolt of lightning ready to destroy
anything in my path.

It felt so fucking good.

I groaned when she took me to the
back of her throat again. She stayed there, sucking and growling, sending a
vibration through my shaft that broke open the dam.

There was no stopping it now.

I grabbed her shoulders tighter and
worked her back and forth. I started to thrust at her, fucking her mouth the
way I had thought about it from the moment I met her.

I sucked in a breath and suppressed
a deep growl, fighting to hold back for just a few more seconds.

Ava’s mouth slid up and back on my
shaft, faster than ever. She groaned over and over, her eyes looking up at
mine.

“Fuck, sweetie,” I managed to say. “Be
ready…”

That was the only warning I could
give her.

I thrust forward, pounding deep
into her mouth. I hissed as the rush twisted my balls and was sent through my
entire shaft. My dick squirted the first cum into the back of Ava’s throat. She
pulled back, swallowing with my dick still in her mouth. Her hand pumped at my
root, spilling more and more cum into her mouth. I felt it splattering against
her tongue, rolling to the back of her mouth.

Ava stayed right with me as I moved
her by her shoulders. Easing her up and back on my shaft, sucking every last
drop out of me. Even after I was done, I wasn’t letting her go. I bent my knees
and growled again. Her lips were a perfect match to my dick. Her tongue gently
moved left to right at the bottom of my shaft as I started to lose my hardness.
I was still softly oozing cum for her to enjoy.

When she pulled away from me, her
hand remained. She jerked me for another few seconds until I nodded, letting
her know I was finally fucking done. At least for the moment. Looking down at
Ava in such a submissive position had me already envisioning the ways I wanted
to fuck her.

“Why don’t you go take that shower?”
I said to her.

“Am I finally allowed to?”

I tucked my dick away and zipped up
my jeans. I put my hand out and pulled Ava to her feet. Her hands touched my
chest as my hands slid around her. There was a moment when we just stood there
staring at each other. Seconds collected and turned into a minute or more.

What the fuck am I doing here?

“I’ll keep you safe,” I said. “The
best I can. Just don’t lie to me.”

“I have nothing to hide. Want me to
drop this towel and prove it?”

My cell started to beep. It was
Prez calling me back.

“Fuck, I have to take this call.”

Ava broke away from me and took the
towel off at the door. Her back and her bare ass was something to die for.

She disappeared and went to the
bathroom.

I took the phone call.

“Prez, what is it?”

“Jace
… it
’s not
good news
… not for Ava
…”