Page 130 of Reaper's Rival

“Ok, on one condition.” I linked my fingers with his.

“And what’s that?”

“You do me before you go,” I smirked evilly up at him and then fell back down on the bed.

He shook his head. “You’re unbelievable, but I can do that.”

“Good, cause I wasn’t really giving you a choice.” I opened my legs up and he lowered himself over me, and next thing I heard was the ripping of my underwear. Just like always, Reaper doesn’t like to wait.

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Reaper’s hands were wrapped around my eyes, and I was blindly walking in front of him as he guided my steps.

“Seriously, shouldn’t you be leaving?” I giggled, not understanding what the surprise was or why I had to walk from the bedroom downstairs blind.

“Yeah, I will be after this.” His words tickled my neck. I heard him flick on the lights. “Now step down.”

Carefully I stepped down, and my bare feet were cold instantly. Where were we?

He removed his hands, and I felt them on my hips.

“Ok, open your eyes.”

Opening my eyes, my mouth dropped.

“Kade, you didn’t!”

“It’s been in here awhile. I was going to give it to you when we first got here, but you know things got complicated and you never come into the garage, so it just stayed here.”

The large red sedan sparkled in the middle of the garage. Reaper was right; I never come in here. He held the keys out in front of me, and I took them, grinning.

“Thank you.” I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Couldn’t have you walking everywhere now.”

“Well, normally I’m on the back of a bike.” I arched an eyebrow and smirked. “But the safety of the car has its points.”

He grunted. “Nothing is safer than the back of my bike.”

I pecked his lips. “Thank you again.” I ran my hand down the side of his face. “Seeing as I have already made you late. I guess I should let you get going.”

My heart tightened at the thought of saying good-bye to him. I could do this. I would do this. I wouldn’t make it harder than need be. I knew he hated leaving me.

“I’m riding out with the whole charter, so I can’t say I’ll have a man on you to watch you.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“If you get into trouble, you’re going to have to go to the cops, and you know how much it hurts me to say that.”

“I’ll be fine.”

He groaned and wrapped an arm around me, pulling me tight. “I hate the thought of you by yourself.”

“Like I’ve said a million times. I’ll be fine! Seriously, I have a new car to drive and a whole town I haven’t explored and an art room! I promise I’ll keep myself out of trouble.”

“Oh, that reminds me.” He let go of me and pulled out his wallet, handing me a bank card. “This is yours. About time we shared a bank account. While I’m gone, I want you to burn a hole in it. Understand?”

“But how can it be our money when really it is all YOUR money?”

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