Taming Blade (Kings Reapers MC Book 5) Nicola Jane (suggested reading TXT) 📖

“You should speak with your mum about some money she has for you in savings,” says Nan, and I see a look pass over her face, like she wants to tell me more.

“Mum doesn’t have money,” I say. “She gave me the money from my childhood savings account when I turned eighteen, remember?”

“This’s a more recent discovery,” she mutters. “Go and see her. She’d love to spend some time with you.”

“Why don’t you see your mum much?” asks Blade once we get back to the club.

“I just never get around to going there. It’s a long way and I’ve always had an excuse, like the shop or looking after Nan. Mum’s wrapped up in her life there. She has a crazy busy social life.”

“I’d like to meet her. We could drive there on the bike.”

“No,” I say firmly. “Meeting you might send her over the edge,” I add.

He follows me up the stairs and we stop outside my room. I lean against the door and he moves closer until we’re a breath apart. “Why?” he whispers.

“The whole biker hate thing runs in the family.”

“They better get used to me,” he mutters, his lips almost touching mine. I feel around for the door handle and open the door, stepping back and putting some space between us. He smirks, then his hand wraps behind my neck, pulling me back towards him. “Not so fast, Sunshine,” he whispers before placing his mouth over my own. The kiss starts gentle, and he carefully walks me backwards until we’re in my room. He kicks the door behind him, keeping his lips against my own. “You keep running,” he mutters between kisses. “No more.” His arms wrap around me and he tilts me to the side, his large body shadowing over mine as he kisses me like his life depends on it. When he pulls back slightly, my head feels light and I’m panting for breath. He smiles. “I’ve missed you, Tils.” The way my name sounds on his lips makes me shudder, like his voice alone lights a spark deep within me.

“I missed you too,” I admit. He smiles wider, then sweeps me hard against his body, lifting me until I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me over to the bed. He lays me down and hovers above me, looking down.

“I don’t want us to run from each other. I’m done pretending I don’t give a fuck,” he says. I nod because I don’t have the right words, but it’s enough to pacify him before he devours my mouth again. His hands reach between us and he tugs the button on my jeans. He moves down my body, kissing me over my clothes, then he pulls my jeans down my legs and throws them to the floor. His hands run up my thighs and he grips my panties, ripping them and pulling away the scrap of material. I suck in a breath when his mouth presses against me and his tongue runs the length of my opening. My hands immediately grip his hair as he licks my pussy like I’m his last meal. My back arches from the bed and I cry out in pleasure as the warmth of my orgasm builds and explodes so quickly, white light flashes in my eyes, blurring my vision. Blade doesn’t give me a chance to recover before he’s hovering above me again, lining himself up at my entrance. He takes my hands, pulling them above my head, and holding them there in one of his. He uses his free hand to push my top up, exposing my breasts to him.

“Has there been anyone else?” I ask. “Since we last—”

He shakes his head. “No, Sunshine. You’ve been in my fucking head the whole time.” He leans down, sucking my erect nipple into his mouth, causing me to squirm beneath him. He slams into me and I’m moved up the bed. “Jesus,” he hisses, pausing with his head resting against my chest. “Nothing compares to this,” he whispers.

He begins to move, slamming hard into me before slowly withdrawing and repeating the move all over again. It’s slow and delicious and soon whips up that warm feeling inside of me again. “I need to feel all of you,” he whispers into my neck. He pulls out and I groan in frustration. He laughs, takes me by the waist and rolls me onto my front. “I’ve got something better,” he says, slapping my bum. I tense and he rubs the sore spot, immediately soothing it. He parts my arse cheeks, but I reach around, trying to push him away. “You ever done anal?” he asks.

I shake my head. It’s not from men not wanting to—Travis always asked, but I was too worried it would hurt. “Do you trust me?” he asks, and I nod. Right here, right now, I do. I feel him pressing at the entrance. “Relax,” he whispers. He leans over me and opens the bedside cabinet drawer. I’d already checked the drawers last night and knew there were condoms amongst other sexual stuff in there, so I’m not shocked when he pulls out a tube of gel. “All the spare rooms are kitted out,” he says with a shrug.

I feel the cold fluid as he squirts it onto my anus and then his finger is back there, gently massaging and occasionally pushing against the tight hole. His other hand reaches underneath me and massages my wet pussy. The warm feeling returns and I groan into the pillow. I feel him behind me, moving closer, but the amazing work his fingers are doing distract me from the pushing of his erection against my arse. When he finally pushes in, I scream into the pillow. The pain of him entering and the building orgasm hits me all at once and I come hard, shaking uncontrollably. Blade’s fingers dig into my hips,