Reaper's Salvation (Road to Salvation A Last Rider's Trilogy 3)

Reaper let her turn his head to face her again. “Are you being sincere, or are you just jerking my chain?”

“I’m being sincere with you.”

“Then why are you smiling?”

“Because I think you might like me more than a little.”

He leaned onto his forearms and settled more of his weight on her. “I’m going to have to take your word for it then.” He groaned into her neck.

“Why?”

He felt her laughing under his chest.

“Because my dick is about to break in two if I don’t fuck you.”

Ginny’s thighs came up to circle his hips, positioning her opening so all he had to do was thrust inside. “Wild man, I’ve learned my lesson good enough for today. What more do you want?”

Nudging his cock to her entrance, Reaper bit back another groan as he easily slipped inside her warm passage. “There are two more levels I was going to teach you.”

“You don’t want to overload me on my first lesson, do you?” she pleaded.

“I want you, all of you—Ginny and Evangeline.”

“You’ve always had both. I never hid the important parts of me from you. I wasn’t able to.” She sprayed her fingers out on his cheeks to touch his ears. “I’m glad you’re wearing my present.”

Reaper stopped moving over her, wanting to throw himself off her before it was too late. Emotions that he never felt before, even with Taylor, threatened to escape the iron control he kept on his heart. Ginny was the key to unlocking the man he used to be. He didn’t want Gavin to come out. He had slipped out a few minutes the night before, but Reaper had been able to lock him back inside before he could gain a foothold in the light.

As if Ginny understood the battle going on inside of him, she lifted her head to kiss him, anchoring him back to the present.

“You stole my earring.” Thrusting higher inside of her, he started fucking Ginny as she started rubbing the skin behind his ears.

“No, I didn’t.” Ginny removed one of her hands to sweep one side of her hair aside, showing the top portion of her ear. “I only borrowed it.”

“Then, can I have it back?”

“No.”

“I’ve never seen you wear an earring there before.”

“I haven’t.”

“Then how?”

“I pierced it myself.”

“You sterilized the needle?”

Ginny rolled her eyes at him. “Of course, I did. You think I’m an amateur?”

“You did the other two holes yourself?”

“Lisa wouldn’t sign for me to get my ears pierced, so I did it myself. I almost pierced my nose just to get her really going, but I was too chicken.”

“You really hate being told what to do, don’t you?”

“Yes, it’s gotten me in trouble more than once.” Ginny circled her arms around his neck Mischievous eyes twinkled up at him, overlaid with the desire she was making no effort to hide. She was being adorable and helping him release the last of his anger. Ginny had learned too early in life how to wrap people around her little finger. Her confidence was coming back, and she had successfully skated around the worse of his punishment.

Reaper felt her pussy grip him tighter as she started to climax. Speeding up his piston-like movements, he didn’t try to stop her this time, joining her in the tumultuous reckoning that he had started. Still anchored to her, he kept moving inside of her after they both had come.

“I need to shower.” Giving him a pat on his shoulder, she wiggled her hips, trying to tell him that she wanted up.

“Level four—submission.”

Ginny raised her head off the mattress to give him a dirty look.

“This level takes longer to master.” Gavin pressed her back down into the mattress, grinning down at her ruthlessly. “Luckily for you, I’m a very patient teacher. We’ll keep at it until you get it … just right.”

Chapter Eleven

Reaper eased out from the covers to go to the bathroom, leaving an exhausted Ginny in the bed. Filling the clawfoot tub, he returned to the bedroom to remove the covers from Ginny.

“I was using that,” she complained sleepily, not even opening her eyes.

“I need it.”

“Then that’s okay … Just ask next time.” The woman would be sassy on her deathbed.

Arranging the covers in the bathroom, he returned once again to Ginny, lifting her into his arms.

“What…? I was sleeping,” she said grumpily into his neck.

“You can go back to sleep after we take a bath.”

Bending down, he placed her in the middle of the tub.

“Wait—I was going to take a shower.”

“When? In your sleep?” Climbing in the tub behind her, he stretched his legs out on the outside of her with her butt pushed up against his pelvis. “Should I have asked first which one you would have preferred?”

Ginny rubbed her bare back against his chest. “Nah, this is good.” Reaching for the soap and washcloth, she began to languidly wash her legs.