Page 80 of Resurfaced Passion

These theories went on for a while.

It continued well into the afternoon and Reaper didn’t give them anything back. He just carried on with his work. And smiled to himself.

It would be a couple more hours yet and the boys would get their answer. Not from Reaper, but from Paige walking through the doors of the MC and blowing Reaper’s mind to piss around her and declare she was off fucking limits to all the eyes skimming over her pink hair and banging body.

Her walk was tentative, almost as if she were regretting coming to the MC with Snake’s wife, who Reaper barely noticed.

His eyes were glued to Paige, sure he was seeing things.

She’d never come here. Not once.

“Oh, this shit should be good.” Grinder laughed; his own leather clad wife was perched on his lap having arrived back in town an hour ago from whatever larceny she’d been doing.

The heavily pregnant woman smiled at Reaper and headed over to the common area where Snake had already jumped up to do whatever bidding Winter wanted. That guy was so pussy whipped … but then, who the fuck was Reaper to talk when he about fell off his stool to get across to Paige.

He towered over her, breathed her in, just sank her scent deep into his lungs, his fingers itching to get beneath her clothes.

She’d changed out of her peach uniform, now wearing the skinniest pair of blue jeans painted on her long legs with booties on her feet and a decorative, high waist black leather jacket. Her hair was coiled down her back and she looked like a fucking rocker chick.

His mouth flooded with water. Need almost broke him in two.

She was so fucking lovely, so delicious and bitable, he had no decent thoughts in those first few minutes of his heart recalibrating to its normal steady rhythm.

“Hi.” She smiled, twisting her fingers together. Reaper noticed everything about her, nothing was left out, not the way her lashes lowered, nor the way she licked her lower lip and she rocked on her heels pushing her hips forward. “I hope this is alright. Winter said I should come with her, but if it’s not okay I can go.”

“No,” he growled, lowering his head almost to touch her nose with his. “Stay.”

And that’s when he touched her, taking his two hands to her hips, pulling her forward. “Stay, baby. I want you to.”

“Okay,” she beamed. “I finished work a bit ago. Tessa came in early and let me go.” Tessa was one of the other diner girls who worked alternate shifts to Paige, she’d tried to come onto him a long time ago until his uninterested snarl gave her the message. “This place is bigger on the inside. Like the Tardis. It looks nothing like I was imagining.”

“Want a tour?”

Again, she smiled like he’d offered her some important shit.

This girl had no idea of the things he’d do for her, had done for her, would do again and again for her just to see her happy.

“I’d love one.”

Thirty minutes later after he’d shown her around in most all the rooms he could, and took her for a walk around the courtyard, showcasing the mountains, they ended up back where they started.

Eyes were still watching them and for once Reaper didn’t care. He was too highly tuned to Paige’s frequency, that everything else fell by the wayside.

“You hungry?” He’d bring her a fatted calf if needed, but he knew she had simple tastes and would prefer a cheese panini with pickles on the side.

“I ate before we got here. Winter and I shared a huge plate of salty fries.” She licked her lips and Reaper groaned, his body acting on instinct by crowding against hers.

With his lips pressed to the shell of her ear, he didn’t bother angling his body away as he once would have so she didn’t notice his arousal. He wanted Paige to feel every hard inch of the body that was awake for hers.

“I want to put my hand between your legs, and rub until my fingers are left dripping wet, baby.”

Her shudder calmed him down some, but it didn’t stop him from pressing his face against the side of Paige’s throat. Now he’d allowed himself to touch her, he needed some part of his skin on hers. To know this was real and he wasn’t trapped inside a dream.

“I fucked you too much yesterday, I know, baby. I must have hurt you.”

“I wanted you just as badly.” She whispered and sent a tremor this time through Reaper’s structural bones. Her hands came up between them and she fisted his shirt, bringing him closer.

His cock pulsed to get between all their clothes.

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