Banging Reaper (Pounding Hearts 1)

“You know...” I say as I lightly swat her hands away because she’s trying to cover her butt. “You have a delicious ass. I mean it's probably one of the top asses in the world.”

“You're an ass,” she growls. Out of nowhere I feel her teeth through my shirt, biting at my back.

“What are you doing back there?” I ask.

“You, sir, are a brute,” she declares then I feel a sharp pinch as she gooses my ass cheek.

“Ouch!” I gripe as I pull her over my shoulder and toss her onto the bed.

“Who said I was going to get in the shower with you?”

“Sebastian and I had a talk, dear. It’s been decided since you can't be counted to wash yourself completely, I need to join in and help.”

I pull one of her shoes off then begin to work on the second.

“Excuse me?” she squeals as I begin brushing the soles of her feet. “No way would he take your side over mine.”

“I may have promised him a couple of cans of salmon if he switched over.”

Pulling her towards the end of the bed, I stand her up. My hands pull her shirt up and over her head then I toss it across the room to my dirty clothes hamper. I unfasten her bra and try to keep my mind on the job ahead, but I can't help taking a couple swipes with my tongue on her nipple just as I push her pants down around her ankles. Her panties follow and now I have her completely naked. She was truly built to fuck.

“I...” she starts but my mouth latches down on her breast. Sucking in the nipple, I swirl my tongue against it. I feel her arms wrap around my head and she holds me while a quiet moan flows from her lips.

Grinning, I pull away and stand up, quickly tearing off my clothes. Standing in front of her naked, I lean down and just have to kiss her lips.

I pull her into the shower and set the water to almost too hot. Washing her down, I take the time to ensure each spot on her luscious, fuckable body is squeaky clean. Sometime during the cleaning we end up with me pressing her against the glass wall and I kneel down to eat her beautiful pussy through a couple of orgasms. Her body goes limp after the second one, she’s tired and I want to get her in my bed, so I sit her down on the bench and I quickly wash myself off.

Lifting her up in my arms, I carry her robed body to the bed and snuggle up behind her. When her breathing deepens, I wrap her up and pull the blankets tight around us.

***

The next day, after I finish in the gym, I pick her up from school and bring her back home.

She sits across from me at the bar in the kitchen as I prepare our dinner.

Frowning, she says, “I was really hoping I would hear back about the internship by now. This sucks. If I don’t find something else, I’ll have to work for Ethan.”

I almost slip and stab my hand as I cut open the roll of ground beef. “You could let me take care of you,” I say while dumping the contents into the frying pan. It’s a spaghetti night.

“Absolutely not!” she says with some heat.

I'm not exactly sure why she's upset, but I know it has something to do with me suggesting I’d take care of her.

“Why not? I mean it’s not like you’re a gold digger. I have the money and I want to make sure you don't have to be near that little prick.”

She closes her eyes for a moment and I can see her taking long, deep breaths then exhaling them. “Thank you for the offer Chase, but I don't want you or anyone taking care of me like that. I would feel like a whore.”

“But that is not...” I try to say but she shakes her head.

“I know that, and you know that, but no, please understand, I don't want you to. I like where we are heading with our relationship. But I don't want that to happen, okay?”

I nod my head but I am so not fucking happy right now. I don't want her anywhere near that fuckhead, and I know her complaint wasn't a plea for me to pay her way but I wouldn't mind. But I also don’t’ want to scare her away by forcing the issue. Lord knows the last thing I need is her thinking I’m as big as a fuckwad as Ethan is.

I stop browning the burger and look her straight in the eyes. “I am in this for the long haul Avery, you need to know that.”

“So am I,” she says and gives me a tight but meaningful smile.

Chapter Seventeen