REAPER: GOLDEN SKULLS M.C. Rebecca Joyce (romantic story to read .txt) 📖

a coherent thought for the desire still racing through me, wanting her again and again.

I would never get my feel of her.

Gasping, she nuzzled my ear and whispered,

“Max?”

“Yes baby?”

“Does this mean I’m your old Lady, now?”

I couldn’t stop myself as breathless laughter erupted from me. Kissing her swollen lips, I nodded. “Yeah baby. You’re my ol’Lady.”

Slowly leaving her body, I looked down to see my cum mixed with her juices drip out of her swollen pink pussy. It was the most fantastic thing I’d ever seen. I knew I should have wrapped up before I took her, but some baser instinct wouldn’t let me. I needed to know my seed was in her. That my cum coated her inside and out. Claiming her as mine forever. And she was mine.

Walking to the bathroom, I quickly cleaned myself off, returned with a warm washcloth, and proceeded to do the same for her. She was still sprawled out on the bed, exhausted, fighting the tiredness that shone in her eyes. But damn, she looked like a fucking goddess laying there, waiting for me.

My cock twitched, getting hard again.

After cleaning her up, I climbed into bed, pulling her close to me. Grabbing the bedsheets, I covered us up and lay there. With her head on my chest, she soon fell asleep.

Reaching over, I turned off the light, forgot about everything else except her, and prayed that all our nights would be like this.

A buzzing sound woke me about an hour later. Moaning, I reached over and grabbed my phone. Tapping the screen, I saw a missed text message. Remi snuggled deeper into my side as I read the text.

Hellhound: The whole club heard what you and Remi did. We are happy for you but quit fucking around and get down here before I kill this mother fucker!

Sighing, I looked over at the beautiful woman next to me. I kissed her forehead, and quietly as I could, got out of bed and dressed. Making sure she was covered and warm, I stopped to just stare at her for a moment. She looked so peaceful. So relaxed as if she were afraid of nothing. I wanted to keep her that way.

Me: Send Shamrock and Snake up to my room. Have them guard the door.

Leaving my room, I headed down to the basement.

Time to keep my promise to Remi because nothing was going to harm her again. Not even me.

As I made my way downstairs, I heard Hellhound punching flesh.

“Who the fuck put the bounty on Remi!” Hellhound shouted, hitting the man again when he didn’t speak.

It was music to my ears.

I grinned.

Time for fun.

Leaning against the back wall, I watched as Hellhound worked the man over. Grimm, one of the enforcers of the club, grew up with the Golden Skulls. His pops was the enforcer for my Pop’s. Grimm’s father died three years before mine when a drop went wrong. Grimm’s pops went out in a blaze of glory, leaving him and his older brother Ghost and my actual V.P. to look after their mom and their little brother Shadow. Grimm was an odd man, for sure, but he was loyal. He couldn’t do civilian life, so he prospected with the club and his brother, Ghost when he turned eighteen. Well, technically, he showed up one day and never left. The man never spoke, only grunted his responses. He was good in a fight and could kill quickly. Sometimes, too easily for my taste. He was straddling a chair, probably playing some unicorn game on his phone.

Yeah, the man loved unicorns.

Over to my right were Smoke and Player, who talked about the upcoming run and all the pussy they were going to snag. Healer was next to them, trying to read a medical book, shaking his head as the two idiots talked about pussy.

“You two get the clap again, don’t come crying to me.”

“Awe come on, Healer. It was only one time,” Player groaned.

“It was five, and I’m not giving you another shot in your ass.”

“Is there a pill?” Smoke asked.

“No.”

As the three of them bickered, I turned my attention back to Hellhound. “Answer me, you fucker.”

“I ain’t saying shit. Kill me now or fuck off!”

“Oh, you’re going to talk,” Hellhound said, getting close to the man’s face as he reached behind him and grabbed his knife out of his back pocket. Bringing it forward, he placed his blade against the man’s cheek and ripped it down, slicing the man like a fillet of fish.

The man didn’t even flinch.

“Fuck Hellhound!” Healer shouted, jumping to his feet. “Warn a guy next time. You got shit all over my shoes!”

“Jesus,” Chaos said, walking down the stairs eating a sandwich.

Damn, that sandwich looked good. My stomach grumbled.

“Did ya bring me one?” I asked, eyeing the sandwich in his hand.

“Nope.”

Taking the sandwich from him, I took a bite and moaned. “Go make yourself one. This is good.”

“Asshole,” Chaos muttered, heading back up the stairs.

“So, fucker say anything yet?” I asked between bites. God, I was starving. I couldn’t remember when food tasted this damn good.

“No,” all the men said, continuing with what they were doing. Even Grimm grunted no. Well, I think it meant no.

Hellhound turned to face me, “How’s Remi?”

“Sleeping.”

“She needed to heal Reaper. You should have waited,” Healer chastised, closing his book.

“I did wait.”

“Whatever,” Healer said, getting to his feet. “I’m gonna go check on Kitty. If you need me for anything, text.”

None of us said anything more as Healer left the basement. We all knew that Healer took an oath to do no harm. He took that oath seriously, so none of us pushed him when it came to this shit. He would only return to either help the man heal or confirm the time of death.

Putting the last of the sandwich in my mouth, I clapped my hands, eager to get some answers. Grimm stood and walked over, handing me a pair of pliers.

“Time to talk, fucker,” I grinned.

An hour later, I was covered