Reaper's Till Death (Devils Rejects MC 3)

Only death will part us.

I want her, and I intend to have her.

Maybe it’s lust or the smell of skunk has gone to my head but thoughts of claiming her and keeping her forever run through my mind.

“Don’t fight this. I know you want it too.” I step into her space, backing her against the side of my truck.

There’s nowhere for her to run. Nowhere to hide.

Parting her lips with my thumb, I press between them.

She sucks the tip and my cock goes rock hard.

“It’s only a kiss,” I tell her all while knowing it is so much more than that.

Her head tilts to the side as she gives me a slight nod. Giving me permission.

With my hand on her throat I lean down and nip at her top lip, wanting to punish her for trying to deny me. Her warm breath mingles with mine. Our tongues sweeping along one another, exploring and tasting heights we’ve never been to before.

Fuck me.

I’m a goner.

I can’t ever imagine kissing another.

Her fingers fist in my hair as her body presses into mine.

Moving her leg to rest up on my hip, I need to feel her warmth. The towel rides up, giving me perfect access.

Running my finger along her silken heat I feel how much she wants this…with me.

A low whimper leaves her throat and I sink a finger inside, slowly thrusting as her warmth constricts around my intrusion.

Sucking on her neck, I continue my assault on her senses and force her to throw all her doubts into the breeze that blows by us. Her body moves, her hips bucking with need.

I add a second finger as she tugs on my hair.

The snapping of twigs and a male voice calling out, “Hello,” ruins the moment.

The man with the backpack. Tapping my back pocket, I feel for my knife.

“Can I help you with something, pal?”

“Saw your fire, thought I’d say hello. Hope I’m not interrupting.” He offers a fake smile, and I don’t trust this ugly asshole.

“Well you are.” I skip the niceties because I’m not fucking nice.

“Didn’t mean no harm. I was hoping you might be willing to share your fish.”

“Sorry, you’d have to track down the skunk who stole it and fight him for it.”

He rubs his chin. “I guess that’s the smell coming from your tent.” He laughs.

Harley must get a weird vibe from him too. She’s moved behind me and has a finger hooked through my belt loop.

“Not to be rude, man, but me and the lady got engaged today and came out here to be alone. A romantic giveaway. Just the two of us.”

“That’s cool. No harm no foul. You wouldn’t happen to have some food to spare, would you?”