Looking in at me, her eyes narrowed into near slits. I knew Reaper had seen her too, that’s why he was going slow, to eke out every slow reaction, just to show her what she’d never get.
Fuck I loved this man. He hated her as much as I did.
“Wyatt, fuck me like she’s never gonna be fucked. Show her.”
His dark rumble of laughter was enough to have my pussy squeezing his cock. “Fuck, I love you.”
I didn’t have time to respond, before he pummeled his cock into me, over and over, my mouth set in a permanent O, as I watched her while he fucked me so hard, I definitely knew I was going to feel it in the morning, and yet I didn’t care one bit.
Reaper’s finger moved around my hip, to circle my clit, sending me into an orbit I never knew existed. I screamed out my orgasm, barely hearing him curse, and follow me over the edge. His cum was hot, and sticky, as it spilled out, down my thighs. I stayed against the window for a few seconds, before I felt him pull out of me, and yank me back against his chest. His mouth was on my earlobe.
“You’re my perfect little slut, Rowan,” he growled into my ear. “Mine, and only mine. I’ll never touch another woman again, you’re it.”
“Doesn’t mean I can’t tease the whores a little by showing them what a real man wants.”
He kissed my neck, before his fingers dug into my jaw, twisting my head to the side so he could kiss me hard and long. “I look forward to it, wife.”
“I’m not your wife yet, Jameson.”
“Yes, you are. A piece of paper can’t tell me what I know for a fact.”
He pulled out of me, and stepped back, admiring his handiwork as he watched me clean his cum from my thighs, and push my panties back in place.
Reaper was dressed and looked like he’d stepped off of a book cover, whereas I probably looked a mess, with his drying cum on my thighs.
I wouldn’t have it any other way though. I loved having him inside of me, or on me, in some way or another.
A knock landed on the door, and I turned to look at Reaper, who was making sure I was decent before he opened it.
Chaos stood on the other side, looking a little nervous.
“Speak,” Reaper demanded.
“Look, I don’t know how it happened, or why, but you gotta see this.”
I grabbed Reaper’s hand and he led me out, following Chaos. I could already feel the tension in the clubhouse, in Reaper, as Chaos led us outside where I saw Beast and Knight holding up a very intoxicated Brianna. She was being held up because it appeared she couldn’t stand on her own.
“What the fuck?” I all but ran down the steps of the clubhouse toward her, looking into her eyes, and checking her over. “What happened?”
Reaper was behind me, pure molten rage radiating off him. “Someone better fucking explain.”
“We didn’t even know she was here,” Beast said. “Found her like this. Had to pull a prospect away from her, one who obviously didn’t know who she was.”
I pulled her chin up, to look in her eyes. They were dazed, and she couldn’t focus, swallowing hard.
“She’s high,” I stated. “Who the fuck gave her drugs?”
“Prospect’s name?” Reaper demanded.
“Tree…no…um,” she started to mumble. “Blue. Bad hair.”
My eyes widened when I realised who she was trying to say was responsible. I looked around, catching sight of her. Standing by the gates to the clubhouse, looking at her handiwork.
“Tee,” I said, my eyes shooting over to her.
“Motherfucker,” he swore, his eyes meeting Tee’s. She bristled a bit, realising just how bad she’d fucked up. I could see her moving toward the exit.
“No, that’s you!” Brianna laughed, pointing at Reaper. “That’s so weird, you’re sleeping with my stepmum, who’s my brother's ex, who’s also my friend. Wait? Are we friends?”
