Page 20 of Resurfaced Passion

Love you more.

Love you more.

Love you more.

Now

The words rang like clanging bells in his ears as Reaper came out of sleep like he’d been cattle-prodded, his feet touched the floor, unsteadily he raked both hands around his neck, if he had pain still he couldn’t feel it.

Not when all he tasted in his mind, his mouth, his chest was her.

Love you more.

Three words, forever to torture him.

How he’d proven them correct.

Across the room he caught sight of prospects and other members going about whatever shit they had going on. Uncle Jed looked up from his position behind the bar and gave him a cursory brow lift as if to ask if everything was okay. Reaper nodded to the older guy and strode through without talking to anyone.

He gulped a 20-ounce cup of cold water, boiled himself in a shower and then fell naked into the bed he kept at the club, the pills still had him drowsy.

Loving hurt, he thought with a wry twist to his lips.

Resentment slipped in, so did his anger.

Everything had gone wrong in one day.

He’d lost his wife. Lost their unborn baby. And lost their life together. All within minutes. Gone.

Love you more.Yeah, that was about fucking right.

Reaper shoved the past out of his mind, it served no purpose other than to torture him of things that would never be.

His life had crashed off course, now he had the choice to live it again in a different way.

Having everything that could ever mean anything to a man ripped out of his hands profoundly changed a person. Reaper had lived it; he wore the fucking t-shirt and had a lifetime membership to that club.

He wasn’t the same person.

Not after killing his brother in law.

Not after running away.

Not after seeing and doing the things he had in the MC world.

Not after losing the only thing he’d ever called his own.

All those events made Reaper who he was today.

The quiet man. The patient one. The ghost no one truly knew.

The one they named Reaper, not because of the one adorned to his club cut, but because of the way he ghosted through life like death himself. No one expected Reaper… until he was there.

He let his eyes close and coiled himself in thoughts of Paige until he felt dizzy.

She warmed him instantly, soaking his cock in hardness against his belly.

Groaning, he rolled onto his front and pressed it into the bed, rolling his hips just a little before he settled with a sigh and forced his muscles to relax.

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