Page 16 of Fearless
“Your mom would be proud of you, I’m sure.”
“I looked at the cover of her journal every day for about a year.” Reaper ran the tiny motorcycle across his palm before setting it back down on the ground. “But I could never bring myself to open it and read what was inside. I still can’t.”
I slid my arm through his, wrapping my hand around his bicep. “At least you kept it with you. Maybe one day you will.”
He looked at me, green eyes dark. “You wanted to know about me, how I grew up. I’ve never brought anyone here. So,” he tilted his head to indicate our surroundings, “what do you think?”
My head rested on his shoulder as I wrapped tighter around his upper arm. “I think your past made you the best MC president this world has ever seen. It made you strong enough to be ruthless when necessary, but you care enough to protect those that need it most.” A smile pulled at my lips. “Thank you for showing me this. It even makes me love you a little more.”
He mirrored my smile and leaned down to place a very un-Reaper-like soft kiss on my lips. “My parents would have adored you. They’d be trying to convince you to have a harem of ten guys.”
“Yeah, right,” I laughed. “Who knows?” I added, with a kiss to his shoulder. “I might still be able to meet them one day.”
Reaper sighed and gave a slight shake of his head, but still humored me with a smile. “You might be right, sugar. In times like these, who knows what’ll happen.”
Seven
MARIPOSA
We continued walking around the abandoned settlement for the rest of the afternoon. Reaper told me stories of his neighbors and childhood friends. However, we never went inside any of the homes, and kept a respectful distance away from the personal belongings that remained. Hades gave some things a curious sniff or two, but otherwise stayed near us and left things alone. It felt like we were visiting a cemetery, and had come to pay our respects.
I was moved that he brought me here, and felt like I got a glimpse into a part of him he kept locked away inside. The more I got to know Reaper, the more I saw how big his heart was. He just kept it protected, wrapped in steel.
The mood shifted throughout the day, from our flirty, sensual ride, to the lighthearted picnic, to the dark melancholy of uncovering his past. And he remained calm and even-tempered throughout it all. It made me realize the volatile temper was part of his armor to keep people out. Now that he had let me in, I found the calm within the storm.
We hiked back up to the picnic spot a few hours before dark. We’d have one hell of a sunset view on the ride home and I couldn’t wait to take it all in, flying across the landscape while wrapped around my man.
“Hold on there, sugar.” Reaper stopped me with a wily smirk before I could put my helmet on. “Hop in the driver’s seat for me, but face backwards.”
“What?” I stared at him.
“Just do it.” His smile grew. “For me.”
I straddled the bike, my back toward the handlebars. He climbed on facing me, and my pulse spiked when his fingers skimmed up my calf where my skirt hiked up.
“Scoot toward me.” His voice took on a low, husky tone. “Come closer.”
I did as he instructed, my eyes glued to his heated gaze as my legs went wider to drape over his thighs. My skirt crept up inch by inch as I moved toward him.
His touch ventured under the fabric, still lightly caressing me as his fingertips moved up my thighs.
“I swear you wore this to torture me,” he said with a soft growl. “To see how long I would last without touching you like this.”
My tongue darted out to wet my parched lips. All the moisture in my body seemed to surge to one place, mere inches away from his hands.
“I might have picked it with the idea that we might want to be…discreet.”
He leaned forward, eyes already dilated and hooded with desire. “Is that so?” He sounded pleased as his forehead rested on mine. “My sweet little medic had some naughty ideas of what we’d be doing on our outing?”
“I didn’t think it’d be happening on your bike,” I admitted, leaning up for a taste of that mouth hovering over mine.
“Mmm.” He kissed me in a rough claiming of teeth and tongue, his usual style that never failed to leave me breathless. “I’ve never been inside a woman on my bike before.”
His hands continued to venture under my skirt, kneading my thighs in a possessive grip as they moved closer to my center. I dipped my head back, letting his kisses trail over my neck and jaw as my body continued scooting toward him in its eagerness. With my knees glued to the sides of his hips, he was moments away from finding out what else I’d been thinking when I picked the skirt.
When his touch reached my pelvis and felt bare flesh, he inhaled sharply and I physically saw his cock swell in his jeans.
“No panties?” His expression morphed as he stared at me. “You’ve been without panties all day?”
