Page 23 of Reaper's Rival

She wanted me just as badly as I needed her.

Her fingers dug into my shoulders. “Bet you say that to all the girls.”

I scoffed and just for that comment, I pushed into her harder, causing a sweet moan to escape her lips.

“Wanna say that again?”

“If getting you pissed off makes you fuck like a beast, then yes.” Her eyes were alight with laughter, making her look younger. Her tough exterior was gone and what lay under me was my Abby, my sweet, innocent Abby.

“Fuck, I love you.”

“Yeah, hun.” She pulled herself up on her elbows. “Me too.”

“You want it hard or soft?” I paused inside her, loving the feeling of her warmth surrounding me.

“Hard.” Her lips were inches away from me. “Fuck me like you’re never going to again.”

A smirk spread across my lips. “That ain’t never gonna happen.”

But for her pleasure, I gave it to her, hard.

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“You gonna wipe that grin off your face anytime soon?” Brad arched an eyebrow, looking over his beer at me.

“Don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

“That stupid fucking grin is what I’m talking about.” He pointed his beer at me.

Just before I could say anything, Abby came down the stairs wearing one of my tee shirts tied at the back and a pair of black jeans.

Fuck me.

“Now it makes fucking sense,” he grumbled under his breath.

But my eyes were on Abby. Couldn’t give a fuck what that fucker was saying.

“You hungry?” I slid off the stool and walked toward her.

“Nope. Hey, Brad.” She gave a half smile over my shoulder, then when my arms wrapped around her waist, I got her attention.

“You sure you wanna be doing that in front of my dad?” She gave me an amused grin.

“Worst thing he could do is shoot me, and you’ve already done that.”

She whacked my arm. “Not fair, Reaper. Not fair.”

“Seems you two made up.” Kim stood at the bottom of the staircase giving us a look that I had seen on Abby’s face before. Like she knew it was going to happen.

“You could say that.” Abby twisted out of my grip. “Until Dad kills him for touching me.” She strode off, heading for the bar.

“Your old man loves me.”

She scoffed over her shoulder.

“Please,” Kim’s hand landed on my shoulder. “Dad doesn’t love anyone. I sometimes doubt if he really loves us.”

“After the shit we put him through, he would have to.” Abby swiped Brad’s beer and took a large gulp. “You know, this plan is going to backfire in our faces.”

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