Page 77 of Resurfaced Passion

“Yeah, baby. I do.”

She uncurled her legs and was across the floor in seconds. Reaper pulled her down onto his lap by the back of her bare thighs. Instantly feeling how hard he was under her hip, she squirmed only a little bit, and was rewarded when he groaned, gripping her outer leg.

The way he looked at her, unwavering, like he saw her soul or something as equally corny made her warm inside. It might sound egotistical, but she had the feeling this quiet man needed her in ways he hadn’t spoken of yet.

“Are you sure I’m not keeping you from work?”

He bumped up his hips and the way she was sitting, it caused his big dick to graze between her legs and send fifty-thousand volts of electricity to each corner of her body. She gasped and threaded fingers through his hair, dropped her forehead to his. “If you were, would you send me away?”

God. Never. She grinned and tugged his hair a little and his eyes flickered closed, his head moved with the momentum. She loved the length and she loved how he reacted to being touched. She’d always wanted a rocker boyfriend. She remembered when she was a teen, she’d dream of a guy on a motorcycle, long hair and a guitar. “It’s rude to call my bluff when I was only trying to be polite.”

When she cradled his hard cheek, his stubble tickling her fingertips, that expression in his face stole the last ounce of air from her lungs.

“You never have to be polite with me. You can show me your notorious Paige Simmons temper.”

She huffed, scraped her nails through his scalp and the animal noise he emitted set her alight. In the next second he’d split her legs and parted the shorts with his hand in that little hole male underwear had. It was so handy, she thought when he dragged his knuckle through her ready slit and Paige felt like she’d been tasered.

“I. Oh, god, feels nice.” The pleasure already at dangerous levels. “I don’t have a temper.” She couldn’t keep her hips still, she bumped his fingers a little to get them moving, but he only went on stroking her clit with his knuckle. His statement rolled around her mind. Teen Paige used to hold her moods in check for fear of angering her father or stepbrother. If she was angry, she never showed it. If she was upset, she kept it to herself until it became second nature, no matter what insult they slurred at her, she kept herself in check.

She was unsure if she’d even raised her voice to anyone in years.

“You can be yourself with me, Paige.” His voice cut through, eyes intense, his finger working her slowly. The pleasure was like a gentle wave lapping at her edges. She panted against his cheek and enjoyed his touch.

“That’s just it,” she smiled. “I’m still learning who I am.”

He growled low and plied her with harder pressure. She wanted his long fingers sliding inside, fucking her, but he just kept on, knuckle to clit, until she crested with a stuttered cry, the orgasm sending her flying, not as strong as her last one but just as lovely, her fingers locked in his hair as she stiffened while the bliss took her over and a cattish cry left her lips and drifted up to the ceiling, her body jerking in a series of spasms.

When it waned, all her muscles softened, and she sagged against his chest as he removed his hand and the dirty boy once again licked her juices from his hand. She shouldn’t find that as arousing as she did. Maybe pre-this-Paige was a depraved nymphomaniac.

She thought about all the times they’d spent together. Special holidays. He usually turned up on her birthday and brought her a cake and then add in the frequent days he sat in her diner watching her and still, there’s so little she knew about Reaper and was dying to know. And too little she’d told him about herself.

Post-orgasm was as good as a time as any. She curled her legs up on his lap, smiled when he gathered her in like he was cradling a baby. This new information she was getting about Reaper, the cuddling-tactile side of him was super pleasing and she wound her arm around his back.

“When I came to town, Colorado I mean, Armado Springs specifically, it was because I’d been in hospital for a while …car accident, I’m told, but I don’t remember much from then. I just knew I couldn’t go back to Tennessee, my family… they’re not good people, or good for me. Let’s just say it wasn’t a loving environment, it’s why I don’t ever talk about them.”

She’d always felt like for the last few years of being on her own in a new state, so far away from what she’d known, that she was living on the fringes…looking in from the outside, hoping to remember something from her adult life … anything to ground her.

And then she grew close to Reaper, the quietest man on earth. Not so much broody, just contemplative and she found in his silent eyes he grounded her to the place, to her new life and she’d begun to enjoy the days again, to smile again.

Whatever weird relationship her and Reaper had formed, it suited Paige, she was attached to him in ways she couldn’t even form words about and this new chapter of theirs? She had no complaints. However long it lasted for.

“I came straight from the hospital, just got on a bus in Knoxville, there was a ticket, you see, inside my purse. The only things I had with me were a suitcase, my personal documents, that bus ticket to Armado Springs and money.” It had been a lot of freaking money in the bottom of her purse she still didn’t know where it came from, nor the bus ticket, but her only deduction was, she must have been in the process of running away at the time.

Paige woke up in a hospital bed after five days of being unconscious and for those first few confusing minutes she’d thought she was still seventeen years old. Losing a whole six years of her life when she was told she was, in fact, twenty-three, was startling. But even with so much confusion in those days, she did not look a gift horse in the mouth by ignoring the glaring signs that she was meant to leave and to do it quickly. She climbed on that bus that day and never looked back. Finally free.

And never once had she wanted to go back. As far as she was concerned she was a native to Colorado now with the deep cold winters and blistering summers, she loved it all. The town, the people, her job, friends and especially Reaper.

She felt his hand stroke up and down her thigh, his eyes so dark and his mouth pulled in a grim line.

“Long, boring story short, you’re literally the best sex I’ve ever had, Reaper.” She grinned, cheeks hot, her nipples poked through the shirt at the mention of sex with him, those little sluts, “the only sex I remember.”

“Do you remember anything from back then?”

“Feelings, mostly. Like I should know something and it’s just out of reach. I have these dreams sometimes.”

He frowned and Paige kissed his wrinkled forehead.

“I wake up crying with my heart breaking because I miss something so badly my chest hurts. But I know it’s nothing. My family wouldn’t look for me even if they liked me, which they don’t.” She hadn’t known a tear had leaked out of her eye until he brushed it away.

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