Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“Come on.” He pulled me to my feet just as the waiter approached once more. Reaper signed, then put his card back in his jacket pocket. “Let’s go.”
The ride back to the clubhouse was an exercise in patience. I wanted with everything in me to jump him right there in the limo. Reaper pulled me into his lap and kissed me senseless until we pulled into the club property. Our driver, Tank, didn’t pull into the main parking area where we’d left from, though. He pulled around the back of the compound to a secluded bungalow.
“Where are we going?” I asked as I tried to slip off Reaper’s lap. He was having none of it.
“Stop squirming. This is where we’re staying for the foreseeable future,” he said. “We’ll have privacy but be close enough to participate in any parties or whatever we want. You’ll be close to the other women if you want to do things together. We have our own pool and everything we need right here if you don’t want people around.”
“Wow. Reaper. This is… it’s extraordinary! And far, far too much.”
He tilted his head at me. “I’m sensing a but in there.”
“Yeah. Well, it is way too much, but I’m just selfish enough to take it and just thank you for it. It’s perfect.”
“Good.” Reaper opened the door, and Tank was there to help me out. Reaper growled when the big man leaned in to kiss my cheek. “Hands off, you big bastard.”
Tank just chuckled. “Didn’t have a hand on her. My mouth, on the other hand…” He winked at me when Reaper pulled me away from Tank and scooped me up into his arms.
“Get your ass back to the fuckin’ clubhouse. I got this from here.”
“You sure? I’m always willin’ to help a brother out.”
Reaper didn’t respond. I slid my arms tighter around his neck, buried my face in his neck, and smiled to myself.
“You think this is funny, huh?”
“Maybe just a little,” I confessed. “He was goading you.”
“Know it, babe. Can’t help my reaction. You’re my woman. Not his.”
Reaper carried me into the master bedroom, which appeared to already have been equipped with our things from Reaper’s room in the main building. Once there, he set me on my feet, framed my face with his hands, and kissed me like he meant to keep me.
Chapter Six
El Segador
I’d wanted to hate every second of that dinner. It was everything I wasn’t. Civil. Sophisticated. Elegant. Looking at the smile on Swan’s face made it worth every uncomfortable fucking second. She’d cheerfully told me she had no idea what any of the food was -- other than the white chocolate mousse -- and ate every bite on her plate and some from mine. I’d never witnessed anyone enjoying their food so thoroughly as she did tonight. I’d half expected her to plea for mercy on the sex when we got back, but when I kissed her, Swan put everything she had into it.
It took some uncomfortable doing to get her out of that fucking dress. Not because it was particularly difficult, but because my hands were shaking so fucking much. I was going to take Swan and make her mine, and I wasn’t letting her go. I didn’t care what I had to do to keep her. I’d find a way to heal her. She’d be with me for the rest of my days.
By the time we were both naked, I was a mass of nerves. Up until now, I knew where I was stopping. It had been like a game to me. All part of making her want me. Now, I was having performance anxiety. What if I couldn’t satisfy her?
No. That wasn’t even an option. I could do this. If I couldn’t make her come when I fucked her, I’d do it afterward. Either way, she wasn’t leaving my arms until she was good and satisfied.
With that settled in my mind, I let my gaze wander over her naked body. As always, she was perfect. Yes, I could see signs of her illness, but I could see how beautiful she was despite all that. Just her smile and those big, wide eyes made my cock leak precum when I looked at her.
“I’m gonna fuck you tonight, Swan. Gonna start out slow. Do my best to get you ready.” I brushed a lock of curly hair away from her face. “But this is gonna end in me takin’ you hard. You know how to stop me if it’s too much.”
She nodded eagerly. “Yes. Red to stop. Yellow for you to slow down and take it easy.”
“You got it, babe. Now, lie down and spread your legs. You ate your dessert. I want mine.”
Swan sighed, giggling a little, but she did as I told her. Her pussy was freshly waxed and dripping wet. “Someone’s been looking forward to this, I think.”