His growl erupted from his throat as he slammed his mouth down on mine. “Always testing me.”
Reaper tossed whatever it was on the bed, and pulled my top up off me. Unhooking my bra, he flung that off before he took one of my nipples into his mouth. I threw my head back as I let the sensation of his tongue against my nipple wash over me. He had my skirt undone and down to the floor in seconds, before he peeled my panties off me and tossed them.
“You’re wearing too many clothes, Wyatt.”
He stepped back, his eyes full of desire, as he took a good look at me. I didn’t shy away from his gaze anymore, instead I was ignited by it. The way he looked hungry with every sweep of his eyes, fuelled me. Made me a wanton woman.
His wanton woman.
“Put it on.”
Confused, I cocked my head to the side. “What?”
“Put. it. On.”
I turned to see what he was motioning toward. The leather jacket looked smaller than I thought. So I picked it up and opened it.
It wasn’t a leather jacket.
It was a kutte.
A small one.
One that would fit me.
And on the back, the Shackled Sons logo, with Property Of above it, and Reaper below it.
It was official.
I was Reaper’s ol’ lady, and I couldn’t fucking wait to put it on. Slipping my arms through the holes, I pulled it on. The coolness of the leather against my bare skin had an ethereal feel to it, like I was being elevated above the earth.
“You look damn good with my name on you, baby.”
“Wyatt, take your clothes off,” I demanded. “But leave the kutte on.”
His smirk had my pussy throbbing for him, as I watched him slowly undress, peeling his boots off, followed by his jeans, and then he removed the kutte, handing it to me, while he pulled his shirt off. I moved behind him, to help him with putting his kutte back on, and then stood in front of him. Slowly, I backed up until I hit the edge of the bed. Sliding over the top of the quilt, I spread my legs eagerly, moving my finger down to my pussy, and slicking my finger through my arousal before I brought it to my lips.
Sucking my finger clean, I moaned and beckoned him over. Reaper closed the distance between him and the bed, beforehe fell to his knees in front of me, throwing my legs over his shoulders, he made a meal out of me.
And I fucking loved how easily he could fall to his knees for me.
Yeah, I was going to fucking love being his ol’ lady.
Maverick
The rain pelted down from above, as I watched her step out from the shelter and run to the letterbox, to grab the parcel sitting inside, and run back to the shelter of her porch.
I shouldn’t be here.
I know this was dangerous.
Not just for her, but for me, too.
She had so much at stake, and so did I, but I was obsessed. I had been for weeks since I met her. When I learned who she was, I should have just walked away.
But how do you walk away from someone like her?
I wanted everything to be different.
