Banging Reaper (Pounding Hearts 1)

I walk down the steps of her building with a wide gait. My cock still isn't exactly soft but it’s better than it was a few moments ago.

Hopping into my Jeep, I pull away from the curb in front of her apartment building and merge into the light traffic. I'm going to have to hit the gym today. I’m going to need to punch a few things to expend all this pent up energy coursing through me.

Chapter Six

Avery

Sitting through my classes today was pure torture. My head wouldn’t stop aching and I couldn’t stop thinking about Chase.

More precisely, I couldn’t stop thinking about Chase kissing me.

My Algebra instructor droned on and on, and I just couldn’t focus on the problems no matter how hard I tried. I suck at math, it’s always been my worst subject. It’s my second year of college, working towards my human services degree, and I’m still stuck in Algebra. So I gritted my teeth against the throbbing in my head and squeezed my knees together against the throbbing between my thighs and did my best to tough it out.

But it was hopeless. I was too distracted, too confused about what I wanted. I literally just met Chase last night and watched him beat down my best friend. Twice. How fucked up am I?

But on the other hand, even knowing that I’m fucked up and feeling totally guilty about it, I couldn’t stop fantasizing about what could have been. If only I hadn’t been so clumsy and hit my head where would we have ended up? On the floor? On my couch? In my bed? Right there against the door?

It only made the throbbing that much worse.

Ethan probably wasn’t even out of the building before I turned on Chase and attacked him like a sex crazed pervert. Oh my god, I’m such a hussy. He probably only wanted my number because I’m a guaranteed easy lay. I shouldn’t answer the phone when he calls… Yet, I can’t stop checking it.

I’m on my way to work, carrying my phone in my hand. Every so often my eyes flick down to it and I consider both sending Chase a text and blocking him so he can’t call. He knows where I live though, and I’m pretty sure if he really wanted to he could break down my door if he wanted to get in.

He looks exactly like the kind of guy who would break down my door for some sex.

He’s ripped, muscled up with the hard body of a greek god. I guess he has to be to be a professional ass kicker. Did I seriously just call him a professional ass kicker? Even in my thoughts, he’s got me feeling different… feeling out of control.

What is it about him? What is it exactly that makes me so hot and turns me on? Is it his height? Is it all the bulging muscles? Could it be the tattoos? I’ve never had a thing for ink before.

No, no. I know what it is. It’s that he looks hard, he looks scary, even intimidating. Totally like a tattooed punk. But with me, when he’s talking to me or kissing me or holding me in his arms, he so soft. So irresistibly soft.

“Hey, Avery,” my manager Joe says pulling me out of my thoughts. “I thought you weren’t coming in tonight.”

I glance up and blink at Joe. I’ve walked through the entire front of Glier’s Electronics without even realizing it. Now I’m in the back, in the employee’s only area, pulling open my locker.

I’ve done this kind of thing before. I do it sometimes when I’m deep in thought. Somehow my body keeps moving even though I’m not aware of it. My brain is so distracted, my body switches to autopilot. Usually I do the autopilot thing when I’m in the shower. One moment I’m massaging shampoo into my scalp and the next I’m turning the water off. I always have to check my legs to make sure I shaved before I dry off.

“Earth to Avery,” Joe says. “Go home.”

Joe crosses his arms over his chest and spreads his feet as if he’s going to physically block me from clocking in. He’s a nice guy, about the same height as me and most definitely outweighs by at least a hundred pounds.

I try to take a step around Joe but he quickly shuffles, cutting me off.

“But I’m scheduled for tonight,” I frown.

I need to work tonight. I need the money or I’m not going to make rent this month. Well, I could make rent if I cut down on my food. But I’m already only eating one meal a day which is totally not healthy at all.

Joe shakes his bald head and his chin jiggles. “Not according to the big boss. He personally pulled you from tonight.”

Shit. When Ethan told me to take a couple of nights off I thought it was just a suggestion. He’s never called me off before.

“No, it must be a mistake,” I say quickly and try to slip past Joe’s other side. Somehow I’ve got to clock in. Legally Joe can’t clock me out. “Let me clock in then I’ll give Ethan a call.”

Joe snorts loudly and blocks me. Dammit. I forgot he played football in high school. Even for a big guy he can move fast.

“I never thought in all my years as a manager I’d have to say this… Go home, Avery. There’s more to life than just work.”

“But…” I start to protest.