Page 10 of A Reaper’s Devotion (The Reapers #2)

“Y ou all right, Pop ?” Cyrus asked, stepping into his father’s garage. Like always, he was under the hood of a car, always tinkering. Always fixing. Ever since he was a kid, if anyone wanted to find Charlie Tistleton, the best place to look was under the hood of a car.

The guy lived for cars and trucks and bikes. He lived for engines, and he made a living from repairing car parts for anyone willing to pay for them to be custom-made or repaired. It didn’t matter the number of hours, or the skill. His father got it done.

“Yeah, just wanting to get this old truck back to its glory days.”

Cyrus looked at the piece of rust. If anyone was going to bring any vehicle back to life from the dead, it would be his dad. The thing looked like a rotting tin can.

“Mom said you’ve been out here a couple of days,” Cyrus said.

“I’ve got a challenge on my hands. You know how it is,” Charlie said, climbing out from under the hood of the car.

After talking with Willow, Cyrus couldn’t help but think about his brother. Ray had always been a pain, and now that he thought about it, Ray leaving town didn’t feel like a good idea. It didn’t make sense.

“Can I talk to you about something?” Cyrus asked.

“If it’s about Willow Evans, we already know,” Charlie said. “Your mother is delighted and it is all she can talk about. If you want a warning, she’s already got those wedding catalogues mounting up.”

Cyrus laughed. “So, I’ve got to keep Willow to myself.”

“Unless you want her to run away afraid of what your mother has planned.” Charlie frowned. “How is she?”

“She’s good. She’s working at the surveillance place. Taking over from Ray.”

“Yeah, I heard the news that she is already doing better than your brother. Already helped a girl, if I’m right.”

“Technically three girls. Yeah, fucking weirdo decided he wanted to make his own personal harem. He stole girls off the street. With Willow detecting the whole hand ‘help me’ signal, she helped save another two.”

“Right, right. Yeah, Billy stopped by. Gave me the update, but I’ve been working on this machine, and you know how it gets.”

“Dad, Willow and the shit that’s happened in town is not what I want to talk to you about,” Cyrus said.

“What do you want to talk about?” Charlie asked, going to what looked like a cold cup of coffee.

“Ray.”

Charlie paused while drinking his coffee. “What about him?”

“Dad, I know Lost Creek has a certain rule. I also know he betrayed the whole town as well as the Reapers.”

Charlie took a long sip of his coffee, clicked his tongue, and then turned to him. “What?”

“What did you do?” Cyrus asked.

“Ray is a disappointment,” Charlie said.

“I should have killed him for what he did, son or not, and yes, I fucking love him, so don’t start any of that whining shit.

I know what I should have done. He is my flesh and blood, and I know what I had to do, but .

.. I gave him some money, and I told him if he ever brought shit to Lost Creek, I’d fucking kill him myself.

Your mother wouldn’t be able to live with herself if I did kill him, so he’s out probably fucking up his life somewhere. ” Charlie shook his head.

Cyrus looked toward his dad but knew the man didn’t have any reason to lie to him. “There was nothing we could have done.”

“There is a shit ton we could have done, Cyrus. We all know that. He was so difficult. He just wanted everything handed to him on a plate. He wouldn’t work hard for it.

When things got hard, he just quit.” Charlie shook his head.

“I had him working for me before you got him the surveillance job. He didn’t fucking listen and decided he suddenly knew more about engines than I did, and completely destroyed it.

” His dad shook his head. “I thought watching the town might make him realize what he needed to do, but that didn’t fucking work either. None if it worked.”

Cyrus nodded.

“You can hate me all you want, but I did what I had to do.”

“I don’t hate you, Pop.” He took a deep breath. “I just don’t know if Ray leaving town was a good idea. He always found trouble.”

“He won’t, Cyrus. He knows what’s good for him.”

Yeah, he knew Ray, but he also knew his brother always got it in his head that he was better than everyone else. Charlie giving him money and a warning would not be good.

“I better head out.”

“Are you and Willow coming for dinner Sunday?” Charlie asked. “Your mom is making pot roast.”

“I’ll talk to Willow,” Cyrus said.

His father moved toward him and hugged him. “It was good to see you, son,” he said.

Cyrus nodded, then turned on his heel, making his way back to the truck and taking off for his next job. Life as a plumber and electrician was never dull. There was always work, and the locals liked him.

He had no choice but to head back to the school. It was an ongoing project, replacing all the old electrics with new. While he was fixing up two of the rooms, he got a call about the smell of gas at a nearby farm.

Once he had the school safe and secure, he took off for the farm, and sure enough, he had to fix the leak, which was not too difficult. From there, with autumn taking its grip, he also had several maintenance services on home boilers.

By the time six o’clock rolled around, he was hungry. Willow would already be home, and he had two choices—go home, wash, and eat there, or go straight to Willow’s. He’d already waited long enough for Willow.

He parked his truck on her front driveway, turned off the ignition, and before he had even stepped out, Willow was there, waiting for him.

“Hey,” she said.

“Evening.”

He locked his truck and made his way toward her.

Cyrus didn’t care what the neighbors said. The town would already know he and Willow were together. He had nothing to hide.

Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her hard and groaned. She smelled good, and he figured she had already taken a shower or a bath. Thinking about her naked was not helping his hardening cock. His pants were starting to get tighter.

Stepping into her home, he pulled her close, and then slammed the door closed, pressing her up against him the moment he was through the door. He didn’t even give her time to question him, as he pressed her hands up above her head and took the kiss he’d been craving since he left her this morning.

Cyrus still hadn’t taken her virginity. He didn’t want her to think the only reason he wanted her was because no one had popped her cherry. He wanted her because he fucking wanted her. She was everything.

Keeping her hands above her head, he ran his other hand down her body, cupping her tit within his palm, kneading the flesh, then gliding down toward her ass.

She let out a whimper when he left those lips and started to kiss down her body.

Biting on her neck, he sucked on her pulse, and then broke the kiss.

Sliding down to his knees so that he was before her, he pressed his face against her pussy. She wore a pair of lounge pants, and he gripped the edge of them with every intention of licking her pussy. This time, Willow stopped him.

“No,” she said.

“You don’t want me to lick your pussy? Are you not wet for me right now?” he asked. He found it hard to believe she wasn’t dripping wet for him.

“I ... yes, but ... I want to ... touch you . I want to taste you,” she said.

Okay, now he was surprised. Delighted, but also surprised.

“You want to suck my cock?”

“Yes.”

She was a beautiful shade of red, and he was starting to think it was his favorite color on her. He knew she had never licked a man’s cock before. Never sucked one. She would need his guidance.

Cyrus cupped her cheeks. “Where do you want me?”

****

A t first, Willow didn’t know exactly where to have Cyrus. Should she go for the living room? The dining room? The bedroom? This was all new to her, but she settled on the living room. There were comfortable chairs, and the carpet was nice and soft beneath her knees.

She knelt on the floor before him. Cyrus had removed his jeans, but he shocked her because he didn’t want her wearing any clothes. So, in the privacy of her sitting room, she was completely naked. This was ... new.

Completely naked, without a stitch of clothing on, she looked up at him. Cyrus was also naked, his heavily inked body on display. He looked so confident as he wrapped his fingers around his length, and started at the base, moving up to the tip, then back down again. He was long and thick.

“Put your hands on my knees,” he said.

She did as he instructed and Willow couldn’t deny the fact that she was aroused. Cyrus giving her instruction turned her on. Licking her dry lips, she focused her gaze on him, trying to shut off the nervousness of being naked.

The lights were on. There was no way to hide. He could see everything.

“Touch me, Willow.”

He put his hands over hers, and then moved her hands up his body.

He didn’t get her to touch his length but grazed right past it and instead went straight up his body.

After a few seconds, she traced across his ink, and Cyrus stroked up her arms, going around to her back and then curving down, heading to her ass.

She let out a moan as he gripped her flesh.

“I love having you naked,” he said. “I think we should have a rule.”

“A rule?”

“Yeah, the moment we get home, we’re both naked.”

She liked that rule, especially if it meant the two of them.

“I want to taste you, Cyrus,” she said.

He groaned. “You know how to say all the right things.” This time, he took hold of her hand and wrapped it right around his cock. He was thick, hard, and yet soft. Unlike his hands that were rough from all the hard work he did, his dick was smooth, silky soft.

Cyrus tightened his grip around her hand. “You don’t have to be gentle. I can take you holding me.”

She did as he asked, and he groaned.

“Fuck, yeah, that feels good.”

Pre-cum leaked out of the tip, and Willow loved to see his reaction as she worked his length, getting used to what he liked, what he didn’t. She didn’t want to hurt him, and Cyrus enjoyed a tight grip.

“I want to feel your mouth,” he said. “Lick the tip first. Just the tip. Taste me.”

She pressed her thighs together to help control her arousal, but it wasn’t working. She felt already at the edge of control. Leaning forward, she took the tip of her tongue and glided it across his dick.

He let out a growl. “Fuck, that feels good.”

Closing her eyes, she licked the head, then couldn’t resist caressing down the side, taking her tongue around his cock. On instinct, she took the tip of him into her mouth, and she didn’t use her teeth, just sucked.

Cyrus gripped her shoulders and she opened her eyes, pulling her mouth off him, wondering if she had hurt him. The look in his eyes was ... intense.

“You don’t have to stop. Your mouth is fucking perfect.”

She wasn’t about to ask if he was sure. Putting her mouth back on his cock, she sucked him in deep, taking him until he hit the back of her throat, and she pulled back.

Cyrus didn’t leave her arms alone, and she loved having his arms on her.

Down she went, sinking onto his length, and this time she paused as he hit the back of her throat. She had done enough research to know you could fight against the gag reflex, but she wanted to explore him.

Easing off his cock, she felt one of his hands leave her arms, and then he wrapped his fingers around her hair. He didn’t hold her too tight, but with enough grip to guide her.

Now Cyrus started to rock his hips up, thrusting his cock into her mouth, working his length to exactly what he liked.

She moaned around his length, and heard him curse. Willow looked at him and saw he was close to losing control, but she also felt him as he started to thicken within her mouth. She tried to swallow her saliva but she felt some leaking out, covering his length and also her chin.

“Fuck, babe, I’m going to come.”

Willow didn’t mind him coming in her mouth, but he pulled out from between her lips, and she watched, a little mesmerized, as he sprayed her tits.

Each droplet hitting her chest. Okay, now she knew he had read one of her books, as she wrote this, trying to imagine her first time with a man, sucking his cock, and if she would be able to swallow.

The moment he had finished, Willow looked up, but she let out a gasp as he took her to the floor and then kissed her. His hands running down her body, setting her on fire with need.

“You’re fucking perfect.”

He kissed her lips, then his hand was between her thighs, and all thought left her as she finally got to feel how aroused she was. Another moan escaped her as he ran his fingers across her clit. Once again, he didn’t go toward her entrance but stayed focused on her clit.

She closed her eyes as it didn’t take much of his touch to ignite the fire within her. Cyrus kissed her, and she rocked her pelvis against him, trying to prolong her orgasm. He was a master of her body, as she didn’t have any sense of control.

He pushed her right over the edge, and she could do nothing but fall. She screamed his name as her orgasm took her completely by surprise. He worked her clit, only stopping when she couldn’t take anymore, and then he pressed a kiss to her nose.

“How are you able to do that?” she asked.

“Do what?”

“I ... it’s so fast.” She pressed her lips together. “I don’t know if I should be embarrassed or something.”

“No need to ever be embarrassed. You know what you want and your body knows what it wants.” He pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose.

“And now we need to take a shower,” she said, glancing down at her chest.

“Yeah, well, I need to shower and I guess I get another thing I want as well.”

This made her frown. “You do?”

“Yeah, you and me in the shower, together.”

Willow felt her heart race. This was not a declaration of love, and the truth was, she wasn’t expecting any, but she was even happier that he wanted to spend more time together.

Even if it was in the shower. Did that make her sound a little desperate?

She didn’t know, but as Cyrus took her hands and led her upstairs to her room, in that moment she didn’t care.