Chapter Twenty-Three
Reaper
It had been two weeks since Amber had been taken and Reaper still wasn’t over it entirely. He still couldn’t believe how lucky he was. Staring down at the woman asleep in his arms, he can still remember how scared he was that he wouldn’t get there in time.
He would have never been able to forgive himself if something would have happened to Amber. He carried guilt over not being there to protect her in the first place and guilt over Diesel getting shot. But both his girl and his friend were going to be just fine. So, he was learning to let it go. He was trying.
Reaper laid in bed staring at Amber for a long time. Contemplating the future, he made a mental note to head to the jewelry store. He had every intention of making this woman his wife. Of building a family with her.
Since returning to the clubhouse two weeks ago, they had never used protection. Amber hadn’t said anything, and neither had he. If he was honest with himself, he would love to see her pregnant with his child. She made him a better man and for that, he would give her the world.
There was a soft knock at the door. Reaper grumbled, hating to leave Amber’s side. This better be important. Climbing out of the bed, he slipped on his boxers and pulled open the door.
“Sorry to interrupt, but we have an issue,” Sledge said.
“Okay, your job is to solve issues. Mine is to eliminate them. So unless someone needs a bullet to the head, or some kickass interrogating, I’m going back to bed.” Reaper was about to close the door, when Sledge’s hand halted his movement.
“Come on Devin, I just got home from a three-day assignment. All I want to do is snuggle up with my woman,” Reaper pleaded.
He knew he sounded like a bitch, but he really didn’t care. He missed Amber while he was away and wanted nothing more than to wrap himself around her and stay there until the sun came up. One day, Sledge would find his own woman, and he would finally understand.
“Rebecca is here,” Sledge stated flatly.
Reaper just looked at him. Before Amber, that name would have sent him off the deep end. It would have shredded his insides. But now, it meant nothing. Amber helped to heal his broken pieces. She chased away his demons.
“Rebecca? As in my ex, Rebecca?” Reaper asked.
“Same one,” Sledge replied.
Raising an eyebrow, Reaper said the honest truth. “I don’t care. My life is in this room, man. Send her on her way.”
“Zander, you at least need to go see what she wants,” Reaper heard from behind him.
Amber was sitting up in the bed with the sheet pulled around her to hide all her lovely lady bits. Reaper was getting hard just looking at her. She always managed to take his breath away.
“Peaches, I have no reason to see her. I don’t care what she wants,” he told her.
“Zander, she may need your help,” Amber tried to tell him.
Turning back to Sledge, he said, “Unless she or someone else needs to be killed, send her on her way.” Sledge nodded his head and walked away.
There was no way he was even getting near that woman again. If she needed something, someone else could help her. Reaper wasn’t interested in anything that had to do with her. He was done. He had everything he wanted, everything he needed, everything he had once dreamed of - right in his bed.
“Now,” he said, shutting the door and locking it behind him. “What are you doing awake, my heart?” he asked, as he slowly walked towards the bed, stalking Amber as if she were prey.
“You woke me up when you climbed out of bed,” she said with a pout.
Reaper eased forward, sucking her bottom lip between his teeth, nipping it, then letting it pop from his mouth. He loved the taste of her. Pure heaven.
“I am so sorry baby. I’ll make it up to you. I promise,” Reaper said, trailing small kisses and nips down her throat and into the valley between her breasts.
Pulling one nipple into his mouth, he ran the flat of his tongue across her, hearing a breathy moan escape her lips. Using his other hand, he tweaked her nipple causing her to suck in a breath. Damn! Her noises drove him crazy!
Reaper moved his way down her body, kissing a path down her stomach and across her hips. Watching goosebumps covered her flesh. The scent of her arousal heavy in the air.
Reaper kept moving south, her tender flesh was his destination. Reaching the small bundle of nerves, he sucked it into his mouth. Working it with his tongue as he slid two fingers through her wetness.
Amber’s moans were getting louder. It was all music to Reaper’s ears. He loved his woman like this. He worked her over with his mouth and fingers until she finally broke apart under him. Only when Amber pulled his hair did he finally ease away.
“Do you have any idea what your moans do to me?” he asked as he slowly moved up her body.
“Oh, I have a good idea,” she said, reaching out and taking his cock in her hand.
Reaper hissed through his teeth. “Baby, I need to be inside of you,” he said.
Amber guided him to her. Entering her tightness, Reaper knew this was where he was always meant to be. With this woman, he felt complete. And Reaper would make sure he spent every day of the rest of his life ensuring his woman knew exactly what she meant to him.
Using his body, he showed Amber all of his love and devotion, his loyalty and protection. With his body he gave her his heart and soul, over and over again, multiple times throughout the night.