Page 55 of Reaper's Rival

“I’m not letting you walk out of the bush, back to the clubhouse, in the dark, in the early hours of the morning.” I thought that was the end of his lecture when he added. “And pregnant.”

“Do I have to remind you which one of us took the head shot tonight?” I turned and started walking up the bush track.

“Yeah, and I know you are out of bullets.”

“How do you know that?” I had one bullet left. But how could he possibly know that?

He smirked and caught up to me. “Counted the rounds. You shot all of one gun, and I’m guessing you have one or two left in the chamber of the other.”

“You notice too much.”

“You should carry more ammo.”

“I had ammo. I just used it all. I didn’t expect to be chasing someone tonight. I thought it would be straightforward.” I pushed a branch out of my way and my heel sank in the mud.

Daniels’ hands were on my hips and he gently lifted me out of it. “Blake’s going to have a fit when he realizes we killed a man outside of a police station.”

His hands were off me, and I was so used to no one touching me that his hands had left a mark on my body. “Well, I didn’t see him heading to a station. Now come to think about it, it makes sense that is where he was heading to.”

“Yeah, still sucked for him though. You and that killer aim came out ahead again.”

“I really need to practice more. My aim let me down tonight. I let off too many rounds.” It was the truth. While I was a good shot when the man was in front of me, I sucked when they started moving.

“You made the shot. I don’t know anyone else who would have pulled that off.” He looked at me, impressed. “I wouldn’t have even pulled it off.”

That was one heck of a compliment from Daniels.

“Flattery will get you everywhere.” I winked and we kept walking, knowing we had a long ass walk ahead of us. The rain started to pick up and I looked up at the sky. Looks like it was just going to get heavier.

But I was still high on the chase and the kill to even shiver from the rain.

***

I was soaked when we ran inside into the clubhouse pub. It was empty, which wasn’t a surprise given the hour. I peeled my leather jacket off and dumped it on the bar.

“I swear it only got heavier as soon as we got into town,” Daniels said as soon as the door shut.

“I agree.” I spun around, crashing into his chest. I took a steady breath in and gripped his shoulder as I took one heel off and then the other. “Oh my gosh, that is relieving.”

“Never seen a girl get so excited about taking heels off.”

“Well, normally that girl hasn’t just walked a muddy bush track and then walked home.”

“Sorry about making you walk.” Daniels’ hands stopped on my hips, and I took a sharp breath in. I don’t remember the last time a man touched me. That was a lie. I knew. And it was Kade.

Daniels’ hands ran up my body till he was cupping my face. The gap that was between us was gone.

“I’ve been wanting to know what your red lips taste like,” he murmured, his thumb running over my bottom lip.

I knew it was coming. But instead of pulling back, or running. I just looked up at him and then his lips hit mine. At first he was gentle. Then it was me who wanted more. I picked up the speed of the kiss instantly. I was still high on the chase and the kill, my blood still pumping hard and fast for a drug I was being forced to take.

He lifted me off the ground, my legs wrapping around his waist and my dress going up to my hips. His hands pushed the holsters off my shoulders, and the holsters and guns fell to the ground. I didn’t care we were in the middle of my Dad’s pub. I didn’t care that I was kissing a man that was forcing me to be with him. I just needed to be touched. Just for one night, I wanted to be reminded what it was like to be held by a man.

“Where’s your room?” His grip on me tightened and he pulled me hard against his chest. He pressed into my core, feeling him right there.

I didn’t answer. As far as I was concerned right now, he could have me on the pool table. Or here. I kissed him with aggression and need. Biting his bottom lip, forcing him to open his mouth. As soon as his lips parted just slightly, I forced my tongue in. He moaned and his grip on my ass holding me in place tightened.

“Abby, we need a room,” he groaned.

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