“What does what mean?”

“Me being the boss and coming and going as I please.”

“There’s nothing to it. Just stating a fact.”

“A fact you don’t like?”

“You can do what you want. I don’t even talk to your men on your orders. I guess I’m growing a little tired of doing nothing. Of being nothing. All I do is sit at the hotel or walk, or go wherever you want to go. There’s no rest.”

“You know I can’t let you go anywhere else, don’t you?”

She knew.

Staring down at the picnic, she didn’t want to change the topic but also, she was afraid of the questions he’d have for her.

Preacher was still between them.

He wanted to know her feelings about him, and like so many other times, she was afraid of the answer. If she told Reaper she’d stay with him, her heart broke for what could have been with Preacher. If she said she’d go to Preacher, then Reaper was hurt.

“Let’s forget about it. You made me a lovely picnic and this is all that counts as far as I’m concerned.” She grabbed another strawberry, dipping it into the cream and feeding it to him. When a little dripped on his chin, she leaned forward and licked the spot right off.

“One day, I hope to give you a normal life.”

“How do you think that’s going to be possible with you always riding?”

“I’ve settled down in one place before,” he said.

“To hurt Preacher. To piss him off. I don’t know if I want to stick around somewhere for you to have an ulterior motive.” She pressed her lips to his, silencing any dispute. “No more talk.”

“You’re telling me to shut up?”

“Damn straight. Anyone tell you silence is a good look for you?”

She let out a scream as he grabbed her around the waist and pressed her to the ground.

He grabbed one of the strawberries and dipped it in the cream, like she’d been doing. Only this time, rather than feed her, he slid the tip of the strawberry down her flesh. She let out a gasp as his tongue followed the path. He easily opened the buttons of her shirt and pulled down the cup of her bra. He circled each nub with more cream and then licked it off.

“What if someone can see?” she asked as he removed her shirt and bra, exposing her to him.

“No one would dare. Do you really think I’d allow someone else to see what belongs to me?” He took possession of her mouth, and she melted against him, sinking her fingers into his hair.

Reaper broke from the kiss first, to trail his lips down to her neck. She moaned his name as he sucked on the sensitive flesh of her pulse, wanting more, but he moved. He got to her breasts and he sucked on each tip, flicking his tongue to dance across her flesh. Closing her eyes, she begged for more, but he didn’t give in straight away, making her desperate and hungry for him.

“Do you have any idea how fucking hard I am for you right now?” he asked.

“So hard?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” She ran her hand down his chest and gripped him through his jeans. “I want you.”

“Oh, you’re going to get me.”

For a month, Reaper had been teaching her just how much he liked certain touches, and his needs were always there for her. She’d had him in her mouth, her pussy, and he’d teased her ass. Each touch only enhanced her need for him. He’d become like a drug to her. In the mornings, the evenings, whenever she could get her hands on him.

He pressed her breasts together and teased over each nipple before letting them go and kissing down her body, going to where her jeans sat snugly on her waist. He popped the button open and she released a gasp as he pulled them down, kissing between her thighs. She wore a pair of lace panties, but that didn’t seem to stop him.

His face pressed against her crotch and she gasped. He tore them from her body, and his tongue was on her pussy, sliding between her slit within the next second.

“Spread your thighs.”

She was already opening herself up to him before he said a word.

He licked over her, tasting her, teasing her, and she wanted more of him, couldn’t get enough of his touch. He gripped her ass, holding her still as he licked and sucked at her. Up and down, circling around before sucking her clit into his mouth.

She screamed his name, thrusting her pelvis up for more, and he didn’t take more but gave more, nibbling on her clit before going down to fuck inside her.

“I want to feel you come all over my cock,” he said.

She wanted to feel him inside her, working his magic.

He pushed his jeans down, grabbed his already-hard cock, and slammed in deep. She held on to his shoulders, closing her eyes, feeling the entire length of him as he fucked her hard. He didn’t stop.


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