REAPER'S KISS (7 page)

chapter seventeen

(ava)

*NOW*

The outlaw had a spare room. He
also had the decency to take me to my apartment where he let me grab as much
clothing as I could. Jace hadn’t really spoken to me since our time in his
bedroom. I didn’t think much of it after the first day, but it was now three
days later. Each morning coffee was prepared, along with a heaping pile of
scrambled eggs.

The outlaw knew how to cook.

He was always gone, sent me text
messages, usually telling me to stay at his house. The cryptic feeling he gave
off did not make me feel very safe. Nor did his distance. It was like he was
mad at me for something. I asked him what was wrong the night before last and
he stood up from the kitchen table and took a bottle of whiskey to bed.

Now it was approaching midnight and
I sat up in bed, scared half to death.

On top of all of that, I hadn’t
heard from my father. It was safe to assume my father was kidnapped or dead. It
left me wondering how to actually feel. How could everything just blow up like
it did? There had been some bad times but never like this. I wanted to cry for
my father but part of me was just plain angry. While I didn’t mind the company
of a sexy outlaw like Jace it was just hard to accept.

The door opened to the house a
little after one.

My door was slightly open as I sat
there.

Just like the other nights Jace
came to check on me. That had to mean something, right? The door opened and
Jace stood there, looking roughed up and sweaty. His hand curled around the
door and I saw his knuckles. They were ripped open and bloody.

“What happened?”

“A little discussion on things,” Jace
said.

“What does that mean? Did you find
my father?”

“No,” he said. “But I found out
something.”

“What?”

“The car you saw was the same car
that went after my club. Took out the prospects.”

“Okay… I thought…”

“The driver was Frank,” Jace said
with his lip curled. “The man who had your father begging for his life.”

My chest tightened. “My father is
dead, isn’t he?”

“Either that or he’s in on it,” Jace
said. “The club is going to want to talk to you, sweetie. Get ready for it. My
protection only goes so far. Right now, this is a mission of revenge. I need
you to think long and hard about where your father could be. Just don’t lie,
sweetie. That’s all I can say. I’m worn out.”

As he slipped away I couldn’t let
him go. So I called his name and he looked back at me.

“Please tell me about your hand.”

“You want to hear the story of how
I ripped an old lady out of a burning car to become the town hero?”

“Is that what happened?”

“No,” Jace said. “I punched a
fucking tree.”

“What?”

“The prospect… his funeral was
today. Twenty years old. Gone. I had to watch his grandmother put flowers on
his casket because his mother died five years ago. Imagine burying your kid and
grandkid. Shit like that doesn’t sit well with me. So I punched a tree.”

“Did it help?” I asked.

Jace flexed his fist. “No, it
fucking hurt.”

Jace disappeared again. I heard a
door slam followed by the sound of the shower being turned on. That instantly
turned me on. I caught myself throwing the sheets off my body. Jace had just
shown me a piece of his heart. That he could feel pain. It made the outlaw seem
a little more human.

I put my feet on the floor and
walked toward the door. I bit my lip and dared myself to do it. To go after
Jace. Our connection was strong. He was suffering just like I was.

When I found the bathroom door
unlocked, I knew I had my sign.

I opened and peeked inside. I saw
Jace standing at the shower, beautifully naked. His back was cut with heavy
muscle, cascading down to his ass. Two steel like cheeks that were the support
for strong legs.

He had his hands in the water,
rinsing off the blood. Then he reached with his right hand and ran it through
his hair. Water dripped down in between his shoulder blades. I watched the
droplet run down and I licked my lips, wanting to taste it. Wanting to taste
all of Jace.

I stepped forward but froze in
place when I saw Jace’s hand reach between his legs. All I could see was his
back, but his muscles were flexing, and I knew what he was doing. My mouth fell
open, realizing he was jerking off.

So I stood there and enjoyed the
scenery but knew I had to make a move. Get away or get involved.

I wanted to get involved. I
wanted to touch him.

I stepped forward and took the huge
risk by touching his back with my left hand. Jace let out a groan and sigh and
his hand left his body. I gently pressed my lips to his back and kissed him.

“I’m here, outlaw,” I whispered.

I felt bold. I felt wild. Shit, I
felt sexy. I never got to feel sexy.

Every muscle in Jace’s back tensed
up as I slid my hand around his body.

I traced the lines of his stomach
muscles down and through the soft thatch of pubic hair. My fingers crept along
the steel rod of his cock.

Holy fuck, he was rock hard.

I gripped his cock the best I could
and ran my thumb up and back over the head of his dick. Then I started to jerk
him off. My left hand clawed at his side. My body was on fire from the inside
out. My nipples were hard, achy as they pressed against my bra. I pressed my
body against his as I held his dick tight, stroking him as hard and fast as I
could.

My lips pressed to his solid back
again. My tongue flickered forward, sampling the taste of his sweat.
An
outlaw
’s sweat. A real man
’s sweat.
Sweat that was earned
through living.

I let out a groan as I scaled him
root to tip.

I felt Jace pump forward at my
hand.

“Yes,” I purred. “Fuck, Jace, yes.”

Jace reached back with both hands
and grabbed my waist. He dug his fingers hard into me, making me shiver. I was
fucking soaking wet by then. My panties pulling up inside me even. I felt like
I was losing my damn mind. All this bad shit happening around us and yet I was
focused on making this man come into my hand.

His hands eased around to my ass
and cupped tight.

I slipped my other hand around to
join the fun. With my left hand, I gripped the thick root tight. My right hand
went wild on his shaft. Pumping and stroking as hard as I could. My entire body
gently bounced against his body. The water poured from the shower still, the
steam thick like a blanket, water splashing against my hands and arms. My mouth
tasted his back over and over. My teeth touched his hard muscle. I couldn’t
contain myself as I groaned, loving that I could pleasure him. His hands dug
hard to my ass, keeping my lower half tight to his body.

He then started to give little
thrusts, growling each time my hand slid over the head of his cock. I could
literally feel his shaft getting more and more full. I hurried and shifted
myself to the right, looking around his muscular arm. I could finally see my
hand stroking his cock.

Up and back
… up and back
…

Jace sucked in a breath.

When he let out a groaning hiss, he
started to come.

My hand moved up his shaft as the
first spurt of semen shot across the shower. Through the water. Hitting the
wall. The sight of it made me whimper. The second shot was just as powerful. I
slid my hand up to the head of his cock and stayed there, pumping the rest of
his seed into my hand. Felth its squishy warmth. Rubbing it all over him.

It was maybe the hottest thing I
had ever done with a man before.

Jace was still tense as I stroked
him, even after his cock was done spilling.

I slowly took my hands away from
him. My right hand was covered in cum.

Jace took a deep breath. “You’re
going down a long road, sweetie. Tempting me.”

“I don’t care, Jace,” I said. “I
have nothing else to lose. Hell, I’m lost. You tell me to stay here and you
tell me nothing else. I feel like you half threaten me yet you half care about
me. I knew something like this was going to happen someday and now it’s here.
So maybe I’m just numb. Maybe I can’t feel a thing, Jace. Maybe I want you to
make me feel something.”

Jace turned his head and looked at
me. “That’s what you want from me? You think I’m some bad ass criminal outlaw.
I’m no good. What would a beautiful woman like you want with me?”

“I feel something,” I whispered. “I
can’t explain. Every time I see you, I feel… connected. Or maybe I’m just that
scared. Whatever. Keep me in the dark then, Jace. Do whatever you want. I’m
just numb.”

I started to step back and Jace
grabbed my wrist.

“Numb,” he said. “Fucking tell me
if you feel this, sweetie.”

Jace pulled me and he stepped
out of the way
… throwing me into the shower
… with all my clothes
on.

chapter eighteen

(jace)

*TWO DAYS AGO*

“I’m not going down that road,” I
said in front of a full table. “We need to find her father. We need to go to
the source.”

“What is it about her?” Gage asked.
“I’m just throwing it out there. You know, what, nothing of her?”

“I know enough,” I said. “There’s
something there, brother. She’s a pawn. The things she’s said to me about her
old man and this Frank guy. It’s not good. If you want my two cents, I think
her mother was murdered by Frank. Or someone connected to this shit.”

“What the fuck does that have to do
with the club?” Sid asked. “Not trying to be rude here.”

“You’re right, Prez,” I said. “Her
mother’s murder probably has nothing to do with the MC. Neither does her
father, Frank, whatever. The fact is we went after some cash and now it’s
kicking back at us. Ava has nothing to do with that cash. She’s tried to find
her father and can’t. She’s terrified. You think I want some woman in my house?
In my life?”

Maybe I do, but that is a whole
other situation I refuse to talk about.

“Get rid of her then,” Gunner said.

“And do what?” I asked. “Kick her
out? She’d end up kidnapped. She might talk about the MC. I’m forcing myself to
keep her there. Keep her with me.”

“Yeah, twisting your fucking arm,” Diesel
said.

“Twisting your dick,” Luka added.

The table started to laugh.

I was ready to take out my gun and
start shooting.

Killing your own brothers?
Because they
’re giving you shit about a woman?

That’s what I had become. They were
all right though. I barely knew Ava. Seeing her in the store wasn’t the first
time I ever saw her. Bishop was small enough of a town that nobody was really
considered a stranger. But to actually get to know her a little. Seeing this
beautiful woman wrapped up in the tragedy of her mother’s murder and then
thrust into her father’s bullshit business.

“Okay, okay,” Sid said. “Everyone
take a breath for a second. If we’re getting kick back for taking that cash, it
falls on my shoulders. I gave the order to go after that money. So now we need
to protect ourselves first and second, figure out this thing with Jake, his
store, and how his daughter plays into it.”

“Agreed,” I said. “I’ve pressed Ava
for everything she could tell me. We have everything we could get. I say we hit
the streets and start spreading the word. See if anyone knows Frank or Jake or
something. Flush him out.”

“Right out of Bishop,” Gage said.

“He’s already fucking gone,” Diesel
said. “I went by the store this morning. The same
family emergency
sign
is in the window. Fucking place is dead if you ask me.”

“What are the odds that Frank and
Jake are together?” Luka asked.

“I hate to throw this in, but what
about Ava?” Logan asked. “Can we trust her? Is she in this more than we know?”

Again, I felt the anger rise up in
me. Shit, it wasn’t just anger but jealousy. These feelings never happened
inside me.

Sid looked at me, waiting for me to
flip shit.

I just shrugged my shoulders. “What
do I say to that? I’ve made my point clear. if there’s any question or doubt,
then speak it. Make a decision. Take a fucking vote.”

“There’s one thing we can do,” Sid
said. “We can talk to her. Let me and a few others see what she says.”

“Scare her,” I said.

“No. Just make sure we’re reassured
on her answers.”

“That’s fine, Prez. Club first.”

“There’s one other thing,” Gage
said. He looked at me with regret in his eyes. “We can use her.”

“What?” I asked.

“You said it yourself, Jace,” Gage
said. “If you toss her out she might get kidnapped. Why don’t we test it out?” Gage
put a hand up at me. “But we’re in control. If we send her out there and Frank
or her father swoops in, we’ll be right there to help her.”

“That’s risky,” I said.

“What does she mean to the MC?” Diesel
asked.

“Fuck you,” I yelled.

“Easy now,” Sid said. “Let’s think
this out. We know this shit is connected. I made a couple phone calls and I’m
waiting for call backs. If nothing comes of the calls, then we do Gage’s plan.”
Sid looked at me and nodded.

I had no choice. I couldn’t fight
the MC. Shit, they were right anyway. There was no use in fighting it. Whatever
this shit was I felt for Ava… it had to go.

One thing was for sure - I could
not fall for her.

chapter nineteen

(ava)

*NOW*

My jeans and panties were in the
shower, balled up on the ground, soaking wet. My shirt clung to my body,
showing the full shape of my breasts. Jace had a hand to my lower back,
positioning himself right at me. His mouth kissed from my neck to my mouth to
my ear. He had one question for me. In his rough outlaw voice he wanted to know
if I was protecting myself.
Meaning birth control.

I never missed my daily pill, even
if my sex life had never been all that giving.

But right then, it was like I hit
the fucking jackpot.

Jace placed his thick head to my
throbbing hole and wasted no time in thrusting forward, tearing me open. He
sunk deeper by the second inside me, forcing me open to a width I never thought
possible. He thrust to the hilt and held there. I was pinned against the wall
in the shower, the water pounding against our side. His forehead touched mine
and our eyes were locked.

“Still feel nothing?” he growled.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

“That’s what I thought.”

Jace pulled back and fucked forward
again.
It felt like he went deeper.
He started to fuck me harder, his
hands holding my hips. I wrapped my legs around his body, truly being in the
arms of the outlaw.

Each hard thrust brought waves of
burning pleasure that began in my core and was sent through my body. I placed
my hands to his chest, feeling the slippery muscles. Jace was the hottest
fucking guy I’d ever seen in my life. And to think for years I watched him ride
with the Bitter Aces and just wrote him off as some piece of shit criminal.

Jace grabbed at my legs and forced
me to stand. He gently slid his huge cock out of my body. My toes were curled
and my hips rocking, begging for more of his touch.

Jace shoved his hands up my shirt,
fighting through the wetness.

“Fuck this,” he growled.

Next thing I knew Jace had his
hands on the outside of my shirt and grabbed the top of my shirt. He ripped my
shirt in half like it was a piece of paper. Then he tore at my bra, his fingers
moving as lightning speed, opening it. He ripped the bra down my arms and
tossed it out of the shower.

“Fuck yes,” he said. “That’s what I
fucking want to see, sweetie.”

I put my hands to the tiled wall as
Jace cupped my breasts. He bent his knees and thrust forward, his beautiful
dick rubbing against my center. I felt the definition of everything sliding
against my labia.

“You want it, get it,” he said to
me.

His thumbs slid across my nipples.
I let out a whimper. My entire body was sensitive. I peeled my shaking left
hand from the wall and reached between my legs. I touched the bottom of his
thick shaft and pressed it against my pussy. Jace thrust and entered me. The
sensation was as intense as the first time. I kept my fingers there, feeling
his cock move against my fingers as he entered me all the way.

He went slow and he went deep.

His lips brushed against mine and
then he started to kiss down.

Jace didn’t settle until he latched
to my left breast. His tongue made circles around my nipple before he flicked
his tongue in all directions. Each time he did so, a tingling rage shot down
between my legs. He had found a way to connect my entire body into one constant
stream of pleasure. He wasn’t just fucking my pussy… he was fucking my
everything.

I put my head back and slid my
fingers into his hair. I dug, pulling his mouth harder to my tender breast. I
felt his teeth scrape against my nipple. I jumped and cried out, unsure of the
pain, but the way it mixed with the pleasure made it feel so good. Jace brought
me to life. Forget feeling numb. I felt everything then.

The steel hardness of his cock
pounding in and out of me. His mouth kissing from my left breast to my right
one. The wild sensation inside my body as I started to reach climax. My ankles
were back around his body, pulling at him as my pussy throbbed.

I screamed his name into the steam
that danced above our heads.

Jace thrust forward harder than
ever, quickly running his tongue up my neck, seeking my mouth. We kissed again,
deeper and wilder than ever. He sped up even more and I knew what was going to
happen.

Jace was going to come again.
Jace was going to come inside me.

I moved my hands to his shoulders
and held on with all my might. I was at the mercy of Jace. Riding the outlaw.
Being fucked by the outlaw. Just thinking it drove me wild. But feeling it…

“Fuck, Jace, I feel it,” I groaned
in between kisses. “I feel everything…”

“Yeah, sweetie,” he said. “Then
feel this…”

Jace pulled back and came at me
with force. His cock buried itself deep inside me and he started to come. His
hot seed filling me, his cock throbbing over and over, Jace staying inside me,
bucking his hips, demanding more room when there wasn’t any.

I cried out over and over, unable
to kiss Jace. His lips kept touching mine, our tongues touching randomly. It
was so sloppy. It was so fucking sexy.

I started to come for a second
time.

The wave of pleasure hit me out of
nowhere. I was jumpy, achy, and I started to lose my balance and hold. It felt
like my body was going numb - but a good numb.

Jace quickly put his hands to my
ass and kept my balance for me. He kissed down to my neck and breasts again.
One last flick of his tongue to each nipple and he pulled away. His hands
touched my stomach and he gently eased his cock out of me.

There was an intense gush, making
my inner thighs quiver. My knees felt like they were going to buckle, but Jace
was there to hold me.

I stared at him as the shower water
continued to hit us.

“Fuck, sweetie,” he said. “This isn’t
good…”

“What?”

“All of this. We shouldn’t have
done that.”

Probably not the best thing to hear
when you get done having sex with someone.

I reached up and touched Jace’s
face. “I don’t regret anything. I want to help, Jace. There’s nothing for me to
hide. I have nothing right now… except you.”

Jace grabbed my hand and pulled it away.
“I’m an outlaw, sweetie. You don’t want me. Trust me. That’s a road where the
destination is already known.”

I swallowed hard.

My body was weak, aching with
pleasure.

I just stood there in silence,
staring at him. There was nothing else to say.

Jace turned the water off and
reached for a towel. He pulled me out of the shower and to my shock, he started
to dry me off.

Just when I thought Jace couldn
’t
get any hotter - or more romantic - he always found a way to surprise me.