Page 127 of Reaper's Claim

I watched as he calmed himself down. It was when the door opened that we jumped apart. Now I was furious that we had wasted those few moments we had alone.

“Want to go out for tea, little one? Kim’s willing to if you’re coming.”

“Is it just us three or everyone?” I crossed my arms, not feeling in the mood for an outing.

“A few of the others might join us.”

That was Dad saying it was an open invitation and others were coming.

“I’ll go,” I glanced over at Reaper, “if Reaper goes.”

Dad’s eyes narrowed slightly and bounced between us.

“Why does it matter if he comes or not?” Dad pressed for an explanation.

“Because he owes me a beer, and not a beer that I’ve poured.”

Dad accepted that and nodded his head, “Well Reaper, you coming?”

I swear I felt his glare for a moment. He didn’t like going out in groups. I didn’t know why but if he came, that meant my evening might turn out better than what my day was.

Reaper grunted a yes, and I didn’t hide my grin this time. I didn’t even care that Dad gave us an odd look.

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It turned out that Dad had booked the restaurant. Which worked out in my favor because no one noticed that Reaper and I snuck away. I twisted the lock on the disabled toilet, finally giving us privacy.

“You know you could have just said no to going out for tea and we wouldn't have to be forced to make out in a fucking toilet,” he complained.

“Who said anything about making out?” I arched my eyebrows at him. “In fact, I think we left things with you being mad at me.”

He scoffed.

“Anyway, this is all part of my plan.” I brought it back to point.

“That being?” He crossed his arms, not hiding his disgust of having to be in here.

“If Dad starts to notice that I feel safe around you and that I want to be around you, it will make it easier when you go to tell him about us.”

“Abby, I’m gonna get a punching anyway, so no point having fucking plans and crap.”

I crossed my arms stubbornly. “You know, I’m starting to think you just want to get a punching from Dad.”

He stepped forward, pinning me against the wall.

“And I’m starting to think that you’re missing the point of us being alone.” His hands landed on my hips. “So sweetheart, want to continue plotting or,” he kissed my neck, “do you want to make the time we have worthwhile?”

My plans melted instantly as his hot lips slowly went up my neck. But it was me who stole his lips as soon as they were free. Kissing him like I always kissed him—hard and passionately.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and he lifted me up with ease. His lips left mine and he kissed me down my neck, over my collarbone.

I was gasping from his touch.

“Kade?’ I managed to say something as his hands roamed my body.

“Mm.”

“We have to get back.”

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