Reaper's Till Death (Devils Rejects MC 3)

“God, Quinn, I don’t care. I want you in me.” She wraps her slender fingers around my girth and guides me in. The exact second the tip enters her tight heat, my motherfuckin’ toes curl. They Goddamn curl, and I feel the sensation travel up my legs and straight to my balls as they go tight as hell.

Fuck me. I could cum right now, and I’m not even fully seated inside her.

Wrapping her legs around my waist she hooks her ankles, keeping me from pulling back out. I still, relishing in how good her body feels joined with mine.

I’m afraid to move. Afraid I will cum and end this moment all too soon.

With my forehead touching hers, I start to move, sliding in and out at a languid pace.

“Damn, Harley, you already have me ready to bust a nut, baby.”

“Harder, Quinn. I’m so—oh God,” she cries out when I pull out and slam back in.

Faster and harder, we meet one another thrust for thrust. Our hips rub as our bodies slap together. It’s going faster than I intended but she feels too damn good to hold back now.

Feeling her body tense as another orgasm rocks through her, I am ready to cum. I can’t hold back any longer.

“Cum with me, Quinn. I want you cumming in me,” she whispers.

“You’re a dirty girl.” I meet her lips, and she parts them, greeting my tongue so tenderly with her own.

“You promised to make me a hot sticky mess.” Her hips arch and just as I am cumming all in her sweet hole I hear a twig snap and the next thing I know a shovel is coming straight for my head.

A shocked expression on Harley’s face is the last thing I see as stars streak through my vision and my world goes completely black.

Chapter Seventeen

—Harley—

I go to scream but no sound leaves my throat as Quinn’s lifeless body slumps over me, his dead weight crushing me.

The creepy guy from earlier is standing next to the truck wielding a shovel.

“Come with me willingly, and I will let your boyfriend live,” he says so matter of fact.

Chills rush over me, fanning down my arms and legs and creeping up the back of my neck.

I shake Quinn’s shoulder but he’s out cold.

“What do you want?” I manage to ask.

“Come with me and I will show you.”

Everything in me is screaming for me to try to run for help, but where will I run to? Who would I find out here? There’s no one around for miles.

“And if I don’t come willingly?”

“I’ll kill you both right now.” His voice is so emotionless. If I thought he was odd before, he is really setting off my warning bells now.

Somehow, I manage to roll Quin off me. Blood is trickling from a gash on the side of his head, but it doesn’t appear to be too deep.

I move to pull my shorts up and find my shirt. I can feel Quinn’s release on my inner thighs, hot and sticky just as he promised, and I want to cry. I can only hope he will be okay. I can only hope our first time won’t be our last.

“Hurry up. Times a wasting.” I don’t know what this dude’s deal is but looking at the ugly snarl he wears on his face, I don’t want to piss him off. The campfire is dying down, and I can’t tell a whole lot about him except that I know he is an ugly person inside and out.

“I’m moving as fast as I can.”

Tears burn in the backs of my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I need to stay strong. I have the blood of a rebel and we ride free or die trying. Tonight, I guess I am being put to the test. I can’t help but think about my aunt, Karly, better known as Baby. My dad used to tell us stories about her. How badass and take no shit she was.