The need is too strong, so I lower myself, inch by inch, down his cock, as deep as I can until it is buried to the hilt.
“Condom,” he says through a ragged breath.
I raise myself and grind down. There’s a mix of pleasure and anguish on his face. “I don’t think I can get pregnant.”
“Good. I want to feel you around me. Ride me, beautiful.”
My insides lock onto him in bliss as I feel his hand on my hip, his mouth on my other breast, inducing a faint moan. As I arise, my arms tighten around his neck and I grind down, getting into a rhythm. A sheen of sweat covers my body, strands of hair sticking to my forehead.
My rhythm gets faster as the pressure keeps building, my body desperate for release. Reaper’s thumb meets my clit, and I gasp at the sensation. He applies pressure and rubs circles. With a low cry, I break apart as my body clenches and shudders around him. Distantly, I hear him say my name as I struggle to catch my breath at the pleasure coming in waves. He lets out a guttural groan, and I collapse, my body leaning against his.
Once the haze fades, I realize something. “That’s the first orgasm I’ve ever had with a partner.”
TWELVE
KING REAPER
Reaper
I feel like a king.
I can’t believe it was her first orgasm. I’m getting a hard-on just thinking about it. I’m thrilled she’s back in my bed, where she belongs. The warmth of her body, the soft sound of her breathing, soothes something inside me. I relish the fact that she’s finallymine.
Last night was incredible. She’s lying on her side away from me, but when I lift the blanket, I can see the sexy curves of her hips and ass. I smile to myself. I’m a lucky son of a bitch. All I want to do is sink back into her.
My phone rings. I roll over and see the private investigator’s number up on my screen. My stomach twists at the familiar feeling that something’s wrong.
“Reaper speaking.”
“Hi. I’m calling to update you. I’ve been staking out Beau’s house for days, and he hasn’t come home.”
Dread washes over me. “Do you think he’s planning something?”
“It’s a possibility,” he replies before a long pause. “I have covered cases like this before, and they don’t end well.”
I glance back at Ava, who’s sleeping so soundly, and shake my head. “He dares comes near her, and he’ll regret it.”
“Once the victim has left a domestic violence relationship, that’s when it’s the most dangerous for them. I know she’s safe with you, but keep that in mind because you don’t know what state of mind that guy is in.”
“I appreciate it. Can you stay there and do your best to search for him by any means necessary to find out where he is or where he’s gone?”
“I’ll keep you updated.”
I white-knuckle the blanket. The beautiful woman in my bed has found her feet and is smiling again. The last thing I want to do is ruin that because of that oxygen thief.
Looking at my phone, I go through the contacts and call the club’s attorney.
“Hi, Reaper,”
“What happens if Ava wants a divorce, but no one can locate Beau?”
“The judge will most likely rule in Ava’s favor.”
Rubbing my chin, I peer off. Well... that could work for everyone because that asshole will never hurt her again. Being in the Special Forces, I know how fragile life is, but being with Ava has shown me a whole new meaning. I’ve lost brothers, but I won’t come back from losing her.
“Thanks. Bye.”
Ava rolls over toward me with heavy eyes, her long auburn hair draping over her shoulder. “Good morning,” she says in a husky voice.
