Reaper's Claim

REAPER

I didn’t need her to repeat it.

It burned into my ears, but still I didn’t believe it.

You going to kiss me already or are you going to just keep staring at me?

She looked smart, but right now she wasn’t acting it.

I was too old, too dangerous for this angel.

“I said,” she took a step closer to me, placing her hand on my chest, “are you going to kiss me?”

I ran my knuckles down the side of her face. Her skin was just as soft as I had imagined it to be.

I wanted to kiss her.

I wanted to do a whole lot more to her.

But I was twenty years old. I was too old for her, and she was way too young for me.

“No, sweetheart, I’m not gonna kiss you.”

As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t fucking do it.

She was underage.

She was the forbidden fruit.

While I was having a mental breakdown, I didn’t notice her rise to her toes before she planted a soft kiss on my lips.

She barely grazed them, but it was enough. It was enough to get a taste.

“What the hell was that?” I hissed.

She had just hooked me on a drug I couldn’t get a real fix of…

Not for two fucking long years.

She pulled her head back, staring into my eyes. “I never said I wasn’t going to kiss you.”

“I’m too old for the likes of you, Abby.”

Too old, too dangerous, and too fucking scarred for her.

“But yet I still want to kiss you again.” Abby smiled, a real full-blown smile. “You know, Kade, you really need to loosen up.”

“Ya flirting with fire, Abby,” I grunted as I walked past her.

Stupid teenagers.

They didn’t know what was good for them. Abby didn’t realize what she was doing.

“Kim can’t tease me anymore.” She followed me, grinning like the bloody teenager that she was.

I was used to women—cold, loose, and used.

Not this bubbly, happy, grinning shit.

It reminded me again just how far out of my depth I was with her.

“What ya talking about, darling?”

I searched my cut for my pack of cigarettes; at the rate I was going, I was going to smoke the whole pack before I got her back to the clubhouse.

“Well, it’s not like I’ve lost my virginity or anything, but still, the first kiss is something.”

She shrugged her shoulders and pulled herself up on the picnic bench next to me.

“That was your first kiss?” I couldn’t believe that bullshit.

“Yep.” She stole a cigarette from my pack before I even had a chance to get one out.

“That wasn’t a fucking kiss,” I growled.

A primal instinct flooded my body; I couldn’t fight it if I wanted to.

Her eyes went wide with fright. “I’m sorry… I didn’t… I’m sorry,” she stuttered.

“Stop.”

I flicked the unlit cigarette away and twisted around, framing her perfect face with my hands. If my place in Hell wasn’t already reserved, it sure as hell would be now.

I dipped my head, so she knew.

She knew what was about to happen and she didn’t pull away; she didn’t run off screaming.

She took a shaky breath before I claimed those perfect lips.

I couldn’t be gentle; it wasn’t me.

I kissed her hard, and rough, and the small moan that came from her lips told me she liked it.

Her hands wrapped around my neck, and she kept a tight grip on me.

I placed my hand on her hip and moved my other hand to grip the back of her head.

She kissed me back hard.

My hand was itching to reach up under her T-shirt and feel those firm perky breasts of hers, but I didn’t. I kept my hand glued to her hip.

She broke the kiss, taking gulps of air.

“You okay, babe?” I brushed the wild hair from her face.

“Don’t stop.” She drove up, pressing her lips hard against mine.

Her small, warm hand touched mine, and she tried to guide it up her shirt. I froze.

“I can’t, babe.” I pulled away, planting kisses down her neck.

She begged me to touch her.

“Please, Kade, please.”

“I can’t, darling.” I just couldn’t do it.

She grabbed my hand, and instead of moving it up, she moved it down, causing my eyes to double in size and my heart to nearly explode from shock.

She pulled herself up on me. “Come on, Kade. Please.”

I shook my head and kissed up her neck.

“Kade, please,” she begged in my ear as she pressed her body into me.

Growling, I pulled her over to a picnic table on the side of the car park, sat her down on the bench, and went to unbutton her jeans.

I would regret this later, I knew it.

But I was only human.

“Are you sure?” I asked her, my hand hovering over her warmth.

“I want this,” she said.

I slipped a finger into her, and immediately her eyes closed and she moaned.

“So damn tight, baby,” I grunted.

I started to pump my finger, and she rocked against it.

I couldn’t fit two fingers in her; I knew it would hurt her.

“Babe, look at me.” I gripped her head. I could feel her tighten and clench around my finger.

She was gonna burst, and I wanted to see it on her face when she did.

Her eyes fluttered open. They were painted with lust and desire.

“Don’t fight it, darling.”

I kissed down her neck.

Her arms shook around me, and she put a death grip on my finger.

So damn tight.

She moaned loudly, and my name escaped her lips in the last breath.

I wasn’t just hard anymore; I was dead stiff hearing her moan my name as she came for the very first time.

Her forehead was sweaty, and she pressed it against mine. “Thank you.”

Her sweet words washed over my face.

“Don’t have to thank me, baby.” I kissed her softly. “It was my pleasure.”

I knew I was never going to forget that look on her face and in her eyes when she came.

I had taken her first kiss.

But she had also given me something that I would never forget.

Looking into her flushed face, those eyes, I felt my heart squeeze.

I felt something I hadn’t ever felt before.

***

I braced the bike as she eased herself off.

The club car park was dead quiet.

She shivered in the night air, and I kicked the stand out, getting off my bike.

She wouldn’t look me in the eye.

Instead, her eyes were locked on my bike.

I didn’t know what to expect.

I had never deflowered a girl with my finger before.

“Why is that bit blank?” She placed her hand on the engine of the bike, where there was a bare spot in the paintwork.

“I’ve been looking for a picture of a reaper.” I scratched the back of my neck. “The guy that did the rest of the work didn’t have one I liked.”

She nodded her head. “It would look sweet.” She looked up, meeting my eyes for the first time since what had happened at the park. “Would suit you.”

“Yeah.” I grinned.

“Well, I better go to…um…bed.” She took a step back, her eyes still on mine.

“Night, Abby.”

“Night, Kade.” She smiled, turning her back and walking toward the clubhouse.

I couldn’t stop looking at her, watching her body sway with each step she took away from me.

She was way too beautiful for me. I couldn’t stop reliving what had just happened.

Never would forget it.

I knew that when she walked away.

ABBY

I woke up to the sound of roaring engines.

For a moment, it didn’t startle me. I lived at the clubhouse; hearing the roar of engines wasn’t out of the norm, but today was different.

I flung the blankets back, staggering out of bed.

I ripped the drawing from my sketchbook and scooted out into the hallway.

I tripped over my feet and accidentally fell down a few steps as I hurried.

He couldn’t leave without saying goodbye.

Breaking open the clubhouse door, I scanned the crowd.

Dad was talking to Dane, saying his farewells.

Kim was awake and still wearing what I’d last seen her in the night before.

Then I spotted Kade on his bike, looking down at his phone.

Smiling, I hurried around a few bodies.

The concrete was cold under my feet, and I really wished I had fallen asleep in my warm PJs instead of shorts and a tight pink tank top.

“Kade.” I stood awkwardly next to his bike.

His head darted to me, his eyes shocked for a moment. “You’re here.”

“I kind of live here.” I couldn’t stop myself from smiling when I watched his grin bloom.

“You just woke up, didn’t ya?”

My cheeks went red as his eyes scanned up and down my body.

“Yeah, well.” I chewed my bottom lip and then flung my hand out. “I wanted to give you this before you left.”

He took the folded piece of paper from me.

“It’s just a rough sketch. You don’t have to use it, but yeah. Well, I…um, couldn’t sleep after you and then, um…well, I started to…” I glared down at my feet. Why couldn’t I form words?

He opened the piece of paper. “You drew this?”

“Just a rough sketch. You said you couldn’t find one you liked, so I drew that up.”

He smiled gently at me. “Thanks, Abby.”

My name rolled off his lips.

Oh damn, he had me.

“No worries.” I rocked on my heels and still seemed unable to stop smirking.

Damn, am I out of my head?

Smart Abby wouldn’t do this.

Smart Abby would be regretting last night.

Not standing next to the man who could be my own form of poison.

After how my body was reacting, I was positive I was in over my head.

“Let’s head home, boys!” Dane roared before mounting his bike.

“You won’t be coming back for a while, will you?” I asked Kade, taking a step closer to him so he could hear me.

Why did that get under my skin?

Why did I care so much, knowing I wouldn’t be seeing him again for maybe years?

The roaring of more engines coming to life filled the car park.

“Yeah, babe. Might be a few years.”

He looked to be in thought for a moment before he kicked his bike to life, confirming what I was thinking.

“I guess I’ll see you then.”

I wondered if I would ever see him again.

Bikers came and went.

His commitment to the club might change over the course of a few years.

Hell, it wasn’t uncommon for a member to jump ship.

“You might be legal by the time I get back here.” He ran his tongue across his bottom lip. “Then we can finish what we started.”

I blushed. “Well, I guess that means you have to come back then.” I chewed my bottom lip, looking at him with lustful eyes.

“You can count on it, babe.”

Dane took off, and Kade shot me a wink before taking off after him.

I watched as he tore out of the club’s driveway following his president.

Count on me to fall for the biker more dangerous and toxic than my father.

How the hell was I meant to try and be with a boy now after being touched by a man?

“What did ya give Reaper?” Dad was at my side, and I had been too busy lusting over Kade to realize he had walked across the car park to me.

“A sketch.” I crossed my arms, the cold morning air washing across my body.

“Why ya do that?” Dad pressed me for more answers.

“I liked him.”

I shrugged my shoulders and played down the attraction I had toward a man a hell of a lot older than me.

“He reminded me of you.” I looked up at my father and kept lying. “A bit of a lost soul.”

Dad grunted and then dropped his big hand on my head, ruffling my hair. “All bikers are lost souls, honey. That’s why we are all so fucked up.”

I shot him a grin when really my mind was on Kade.

Would he ever come back?~

***

REAPER

I put my feet up on my desk, reading the newspaper. Once again, the Satan’s Sons were on its front cover.

“Yo, Prez.” Liam knocked on my door before walking in.

I hadn’t gotten used to being called Prez, but after Dane was shot down on the streets six months earlier, I had to step up.

“What’s up, Liam?” I put the paper down.

“The guys and I have a request.” His lips curved in a way that told me it had something to do with women and booze.

“What would that be?”

“You know MC?”

Stupid question, did I know the bloody Mother Charter?

I wanted to scoff but didn’t.

I kept my face normal, even though a picture of Abby flashed across my mind. In the two years since the night we shared together, not a night had gone by that I hadn’t fallen asleep to thoughts of her.

“What about them?”

“Roach’s daughters have their eighteenth birthday this weekend. Thought we could be good brothers and offer our help, ya know, and celebrate the girls coming of age.”

More like he and the rest of them wanted to fuck some barely legal pussy. “Is that so?”

Abby was turning eighteen.

My mind drifted back to that early Sunday morning.

That smile on her face.

I wondered if she even remembered it.

“So what ya say, Boss?” he asked.

I had been waiting for an excuse to take the seven-hour ride back to her.

She probably doesn’t even remember me.

Probably thinks of me as that old guy who took advantage of her in that park.

“Tell the boys we leave in a few hours,” I answered him.

Even if Abby didn’t remember me, I sure as hell remembered her.

And I was coming back for her.