Page 14 of Dylan’s Dad (Horsemen Of The Apocalypse MC #1)

Lola

Waking I realize the bed is empty and my heart aches at the thoughts running through my head.

Did he sneak out as soon as I fell asleep?

Did my crying freak him out? Did he not enjoy it?

To me last night was life changing. I didn’t lie when I told him it was the best sex of my life but he never said how it was for him.

When we wrote letters he called me his daughter, so was this just like really awkward for him?

Or was this like pity sex for him? I did basically beg him last night.

Rolling over I see a sheet of paper, sitting up quickly, I snatch up the paper.

It was just a short note but he left it here.

So, did he wake up next to me? He still calls me Little Flower so that has to mean something, right?

Okay I need to just shut down this downward spiral.

Throwing the blanket off of me I get out of bed to take a shower but on my way I notice his jeans still on the floor and it brings a small smile to my face.

In the bathroom I find some more signs he may have stayed with me all night.

There is a damp towel on the rack and the air smells like him.

It smells like whiskey, leather and a hint of tobacco.

After finishing my shower, I open the door and smell something amazing.

It smells like cinnamon and sugar. Quickly I grab one of his shirts out of the closet and throw it on, it’s more a dress than a shirt on me.

Sneaking to the top of the stairs I see a broad muscled back beneath a tight black t-shirt standing in front of the stove. Is he cooking for me again?

“Are you gonna stand there staring at my back or are you gonna come down here and have breakfast with me?”

He made me breakfast? I scurry down the stairs and lean over the counter. “It's nearly noon isn’t it a little late for breakfast?”

“It’s never too late for breakfast, Little Flower.” He turns toward me, placing a plate of French toast in front of me. “You were in the shower when I got home so I figured you’d be hungry when you got out.” He cocked his head to the side, “Is that my shirt?”

“Yea, sorry I smelled food and wanted to get down here quickly.”

He smiled at me in a predatory way, “Don’t apologize. Feel free to walk around in only my shirt anytime you want. Sorry I left before you woke up but I had church this morning and I overslept so I was in kind of a rush.”

“I didn’t realize you were religious.”

He laughed roughly, “I’m not. Church is a meeting to discuss club business.”

“Oh.”

“It’s a beautiful day out today. You wanna eat on the deck?”

Nodding, I snatch up my plate heading for the sliding glass door. Reaper was right, it's cool but not cold and the sky is free of clouds. We take our plates over to the two adirondack chairs and dig in to the french toast. “OH MY GOD! This is the best french toast I’ve ever had!”

He chuckles, “Sounds like you are having another orgasm over there.”

I nearly choke on my food at the comment. I finish the plate quickly in the tense silence following Reaper’s remark.

Getting to his feet, he reaches for my now empty plate. “All done, Little Flower?”

I hand over the plate nodding up at him. I watch as he goes back inside with our dishes and swivel my head around looking at the beautiful forest around the cabin. Deciding I need a closer look, I move over to the railing.

Moments later I am leaning against the railing, I can see nothing but the trees. I feel Reaper’s breath against my cheek not realizing he had even returned.

“I changed my mind, Little Flower.” His hands land on either side of me caging me in.

“About what?”

“You wearing my shirts cause now I’m looking at you thinking about last night and all I can think about is being back deep inside that tight pussy. You told me just for the night and I’m trying very hard to respect that but seeing you standing here in nothing but my t-shirt is making it very hard.”

Why had I said that? Oh, right because he was telling me no and I thought maybe he would give in if it was just one night. It wasn’t like I was trying to trick or trap him. I really did need someone else’s hands on me but I wanted it to be him more than anything. “Forget I ever said that.”

He stills behind me, I am not even sure he is still breathing. I start to turn around and his hands land on my hips, freezing me in place. “Little Flower, I need you to be real clear right now. What are you saying?” His voice is deep and gravelly.

“I want you.”

“Fuck!” he roars. His hands slide to the hem of the shirt and he lifts it just above my hips.

“No panties? Damn woman, you are gonna be the death of me.” He keeps one hand at my lower back holding the shirt in place and pushing me forward slightly so I am bent over the railing.

His other hand goes between my thighs slipping between my already slick folds.

“Damn Baby you are already drenched for me.” He slips a foot between mine and gently taps each ankle.

“Spread your legs, baby.” His hand disappears from between my thighs and I can hear the jingle of his belt followed by his zipper. I grip the railing in anticipation.

The feel of the head of his cock against my entrance causes a moan to escape my lips. He pushes in so slowly, I almost push back against him but he likes to dominate, so I hold still. The second he is fully inside me the fullness and just feeling of him has me panting. “Oh god.”

He grips my hair at my nape, pulling up a little before brushing his lips against my ear.

“There is no god here Little Flower, just demons.” He thrusts me back forward before sliding back to his tip and slamming back into me.

His thrusts become frenzied and I can hear my moans echoing through the woods.

With his one hand still in my hair holding me bent over the railing his other snakes between me and the railing finding my clit.

I cum with a scream at the first touch of his fingers.

He pulls out spinning me toward him before reaching down and grabbing onto the back of my thighs.

“Grab onto my shoulders.” He commands before swiftly lifting me up onto the railing.

I shriek and one of his massive hands lands on my hip.

“I’ve got you.” My legs go to wrap around his waist and his other hand pushes them down.

“I tried to tell you, Little Flower. I’m not a gentle lover.

If you want me, this is what you get. Do you trust me?

” I nod. He grips his cock and presses back into me in one thrust. His hand that is not on my hip moves up to my throat, gripping it tightly, squeezing it just enough to cut off the blood flow but not my airway.

He fucks me ruthlessly but I love every moment of it and just as my vision starts to go dark he cums with a growl and eases his grip on my throat letting the blood flow return to my head causing a rush and sending me into another orgasm.

I feel completely boneless as he pulls out and slides one hand around my back and the other under my knees lifting me up against his chest.

He carries me through the doors and up the stairs before laying me down on the bed. “Reaper?”

“I’ll be right back, Little Flower.” He went into the bathroom and I heard the faucet turn on and back off before he returned with a washcloth in hand.

“Spread your legs for me. I figured I should clean you up.” He gently and thoroughly used the damp cloth to clean me up, then chucked it in the hamper before removing his jeans and shirt and climbing into bed beside me.

“Are we going to bed? It’s the middle of the afternoon.”

He chuckled, “No, we are just resting. I don’t got anywhere to be for a few hours. There’s a party at the clubhouse tonight. I guess it’s like a welcome home party for me. Would you like to go with me?”

“Like as your date?”

“I mean if that’s what you want. I was just thinking you would wanna get out of the cabin for a lil bit and you know most of the guys.”

“Okay.” I smiled up at him.

As the sun began its descent toward the horizon, casting a warm glow across the cabin, Reaper and I found ourselves lost in each other's arms. His touch, once rough and commanding, now tender and loving. We reveled in the quiet intimacy, our bodies tangled together beneath the sheets.

As the hours slipped away, I found solace in the tranquility of the moment. Our whispers filled the air, sharing stories of our past, our dreams for the future. The sky outside had begun to shift, casting beautiful pinks and oranges of the impending sunset.

“We should probably start getting ready, Little Flower.” He gestured to the bathroom. “Come get your sexy ass in the shower and get cleaned up.”

I blush at his words but can’t help the surge of excitement that courses through me. Reaper has a way of making even the simplest tasks sound enticing. I follow him into the bathroom, feeling a mix of nerves and anticipation flutter in my stomach.

The steam fills the enclosed space as the warm water cascades over our bodies, washing away the remnants of our passionate encounter earlier. Reaper's hands move gently over my skin, lathering me with a fragrant soap, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

His eyes locked with mine, a mischievous glint dancing in them. "You know," he began, his voice low and husky, "I could think of a few ways to make this shower even more memorable."

I laugh, a playful lilt to my voice. "Oh really? And what might those ways be?"

Reaper's lips curl into a wicked grin as he leans in closer, his breath hot against my ear.

"Well, for starters, I could pin you against the shower wall and taste every inch of your body.

I could run my hands through your wet hair while I explore the depths of your desires, making you whimper and moan with pleasure. "

My heart races at his words, my body tingling in response. Reaper has a way of igniting a fire within me, a passion that burns brighter than any flame.

"I want that," I whispered breathlessly, my voice barely audible over the sound of the water. "I want to feel your touch, to surrender myself to you completely."

Reaper's lips crash against mine with a hunger that matches my own, his hands gripping my waist as he lifts me effortlessly, pressing my back against the shower wall.

Our bodies meld together as his mouth claims mine, his tongue exploring every crevice and eliciting delicious moans from deep within me.

The water cascades over us, adding an intoxicating element to our fervent embrace. He positions himself at my entrance, teasingly brushing against me.

"Tell me you want me." he growled.

"I want you, Reaper, only you."

He slams into me until there isn’t an inch of space between us. He groans, “Fuck, Baby, it’s like you were made for me.”