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stop them from getting what they craved, just like nothing was going to stop me from doing everything I could to hinder, disrupt or kill them.

Those fuckers have fucked with the wrong woman. I may not have truly claimed Remi, but she was mine. Mine!

“Reaper?” Her soft voice infiltrated my mind.

Sighing, I whispered, still holding the blood-soaked shirt in my hands, “Don’t call me that.”

“Why not?” she said, sitting next to me on the bed wrapped in a towel, her hair still damp from the shower. “Everyone calls you Reaper.”

“Not you. Never you.”

“Okay,” she smiled. “Max.”

She was so close. She smelled like vanilla and cherries. She was mouthwatering. I couldn’t help myself. The thought of losing her, never touching her, kissing her, holding her again was too much. I had to have just one taste. A reminder. That no matter what, regardless of the outcome, I had this one perfect moment to remember.

Wrapping my arms around her, I lifted her up until she was straddling my lap. The towel she was wearing, tight against her tits, pushed them over the towel, peaking at me, begging me to kiss them.

I couldn’t stop.

Didn’t want to.

Holding her head in my hands, I crashed my lips down on hers, tasting her forbidden fruit. The lusciousness of her plump lips burst in my mouth, making me hungry for more. She was perfect in every way. She was soft, demure, sexy, fierce, strong, a survivor. She was everything I could ever dream about and more. And I wanted her, all of her. Every hug, every tear, every laugh…I wanted it all.

I needed her like I needed air. I needed her goodness to balance my darkness. I could breathe around her. She calmed my demon. She was all light and pure. I was the shit everyone avoided.

My body wrapped around hers, consuming her as my lips crushed hers. God, she was innocent and sinful all at the same time.

NINE

REMI

Max was kissing me!

How had I gotten here?

Okay, I know how I got here, but still.

When I came out of the shower, he looked so defeated, lost, and alone. He broke my heart. I hated seeing him this way. I wanted to comfort him, but lately, he’d been distant, too busy to spend time with me. I understood. I really did. He had a club to run, business to tend to. He didn’t have time for a needy girl who wanted to be around him.

It was more than that, I wanted more, but I didn’t know how to ask for it. Contrary to everyone’s beliefs, I knew what I wanted. Yes, I wanted to be safe, but mainly, I wanted Max. I wanted everything he could give me. There wasn’t a day since Max and I went our separate ways fifteen years ago that I haven’t thought about him, wished I were with him. And given a chance, I did what I had to, to get to him. Now that I was here, I was never leaving.

I just needed Max to see me and not the small girl he remembered.

Over the two weeks, I’ve been doing everything I could think of, from sleeping in just his t-shirts and panties, getting dressed with him in the room, little kisses on the cheek, hugs, lots of hugs, anything at all. When Max gave me his credit card and told me to go shopping, that terrified me because I wasn’t sure what to get that he would like, but thanks to Shamrock and Snake, I now have a whole wardrobe of sexy, provocative lingerie to entice Max. I was going to put some on tonight but seeing him on the bed looking the way he did, well, my only concern was him.

So, imagine my surprise when suddenly, I was straddling his lap, and he started kissing me.

And it was marvelous.

Hot, scorching kisses sipped from his experienced mouth as mine trembled. I’ve been kissed before, but never by someone who I wanted to kiss. He was tender yet firm, almost demanding as he controlled everything. Which worked for me because I was out of my league here. I thought I knew how to kiss, but apparently, I had a lot more to learn.

His hands threaded through my hair, cradling my head as his mouth moved, gently kissing my forehead, my cheeks, my eyelids, moving back to my mouth, tenderly. It was the most exquisite feeling I’d ever felt.

I never wanted it to stop.

Throwing caution to the wind, I kissed him back, my hands on his chest for balance as he pulled me closer to him. He drew a shuddering breath, kissed my temple, and half-breathed into my hair, “Remi, tell me to stop,” before he moved his mouth back to mine and renewed his gentle assault.

“Don’t you want to kiss me?” I gasped between nibbles.

He smiled at me, and I blushed.

“God baby, I do want to. I want to all the time. So much it hurts. All I think about is you.”

He thought about me all the time.

He wanted me!

Max cupped the back of my head with his left hand and pulled at my left hip with his right hand, so our bodies molded together. Then his hand began rubbing my hip in circles, moving lower and farther back until his hand was caressing the globe of my ass. He squeezed it and pressed the cradle of my hips more tightly against the erection inside his jeans, and I gasped. He took advantage of the opening to deepen the kiss, to thrust his tongue deep inside, stroking, exploring my moist mouth. I was shocked into stillness, overwhelmed, but what he was doing felt so good that I couldn’t stop him. I could feel his erection burning against my pussy, his hand on my ass, pushing me against him. To my horror, I realized this opened my hips and fitted my pussy snugly over the frighteningly large bulge in his jeans.

I knew he was fighting his

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