Page 25 of Dylan’s Dad (Horsemen Of The Apocalypse MC #1)

The cabin came into view, nestled amongst towering pines, its windows glowing with a soft golden light. I parked my bike in front and took a deep breath, savoring the scent of pine needles and earth that filled the air. It was as if nature itself welcomed me back into its embrace.

I approached the cabin door and hesitated but before I could even open the door Lola burst through it with a smile that could melt even the coldest heart. Her emerald eyes glistened with love as she leapt into my arms, her arms encircling me like a protective shield.

"I've been waiting for you," she whispered against my ear, her voice like a soothing melody.

I held her tightly, feeling the weight of the world slowly lift off my shoulders.

Lola had a way of making everything feel right again, even in the darkest of times.

Her presence alone was enough to calm the storm within me.

"I needed you," I confessed, my voice barely a whisper as my lips grazed her temple. "I love you so much, Little Flower."

She pulled away slightly, her gaze locked with mine.

"And I love you, always and forever." Her words were filled with a conviction that mirrored my own.

There was an unspoken understanding between us, a connection that transcended the chaos of the world outside.

Together, we were an unstoppable force, a sanctuary in each other's arms. "Why don't you put me down and we can go inside. "

I wasn't ready to put her down so I strode forward with her wrapped around me like a spider monkey.

The guys were all still hanging out in the living room except Sin who had followed her to the door acting as her protector and I couldn't love him more knowing he'd protect her with his life.

"I'm grateful to all of you for looking after my girl but I need you all to leave now. "

The room fell silent as my words hung in the air, the weight of my request sinking in. The guys exchanged glances, understanding the urgency in my voice. Without hesitation, one by one, they nodded and quietly exited the cabin, leaving Lola and me alone.

As the door closed behind them, Lola untangled herself from around me and took a step back, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern. "What's going on, Reaper?" she asked softly, her hand reaching out to touch my face.

I took her hand in mine and brought it to my lips, savoring the warmth that radiated from her touch. "Dylan's been dealt with," I began, my voice steady but filled with an undercurrent of vulnerability.

Lola's emerald eyes searched mine, a flicker of worry dancing within their depths.

I took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to convey the weight of what had transpired. "He won't be a problem anymore."

Her grip tightened on mine, her expression shifting from concern to relief. "You did what you had to do, didn't you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, my heart heavy with the knowledge of what I had done. "I couldn't let him hurt you again, Lola. I couldn't let him take away our peace."

Understanding washed over her features, and she pulled me into a tight embrace. "I'm sorry," she whispered against my chest. "He was your son. I'm sorry you had to do that."

I held her close, feeling the warmth of her body against mine. "You have nothing to be sorry for, Little Flower," I murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "You are my everything, and I would do anything to protect you."

Tears welled in her eyes as she looked up at me, her voice filled with gratitude. "I love you so much, Reaper. Thank you for keeping me safe."

"Always, Lola," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. "I will always keep you safe." With another firm kiss to her wild curls, I stepped back from her grabbing her hand. I led her into the living room and sat her down on the couch. "Please tell me you didn't rip your stitches."

"I don't think so." she said gazing up at me. I dropped to my knees at her feet and lifted her shirt to check her sutures.

Luckily when she jumped on me she hadn't managed to tear them open. "Baby, not that I don't love being greeted like that but can we hold off on that until you are fully healed?"

"I'm fine, Reaper. You don't need to keep treating me like I'm fragile. I won't break."

I couldn't help but smile at her resilience. Lola had always been strong, both physically and emotionally. It was one of the things I admired most about her. But after what she had been through, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming need to protect her.

"I know you're strong, Little Flower," I said softly, my fingers tracing the outline of her stitches. "But I can't bear to see you hurt again."

Lola reached out and cupped my cheek, her touch gentle yet commanding. "I appreciate your concern, Reaper," she murmured, her voice filled with warmth. "But I need you to trust me. Trust that I know my limits and will tell you if I can't do something."

I looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or fear.

All I found was a fierce determination that mirrored my own.

It was then that I realized Lola wasn't just my anchor—she was my equal.

And in that moment, I knew that together, we could conquer anything.

"God, Baby, you are so fucking sexy when you are like this.

" Leaning forward I gripped her chin and pressed my lips firmly to hers.

Our kiss was a mix of passion and relief, a silent promise that we would face whatever challenges lay ahead together.

Lola responded eagerly, her hands finding their way to my hair, pulling me closer as if she couldn't get enough of me.

It was in moments like these that time seemed to stand still, the chaos of the world fading away into nothingness.

As our lips parted, I rested my forehead against hers, our breaths mingling in the air. "I love you, Lola," I murmured, my voice filled with unwavering devotion. "You are the light in my darkness."

A smile tugged at the corners of her lips, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "And you are my strength," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"I need you." I growled.

Her eyes lit with lust and mischief. "Well, you'll have to catch me first." She pushed me over onto my ass and raced out the front door, laughing the whole way.

My lips turned up in a predatory smile as I shot to my feet and went after the beautiful little troublemaker who has quickly become my whole world.

She knows the beast that lurks within me and doesn’t just accept it but lets it out to come and play.

She is small and not very quick and I catch up to her just as she breaks into the woods surrounding the cabin.

I grab her with an arm around her waist pulling her feet from the ground and she lets out a squeak.

I carefully bring her to the ground, ripping at her sweats.

I get her pants down to her ankles and she begins to crawl away.

I firmly grip her hips pulling her back to me before sliding my hand up to grip her throat.

My other hand goes to my jeans quickly freeing my cock I press into her with one solid thrust. She gasps and my hand instinctively tightens around her delicate throat.

I am still worried that I will somehow trigger her but she hasn’t been triggered by my aggressive nature since our first time and I hope she never will again.

I move my hand from her neck down her body to the hem of her sweatshirt pushing it up and over her head, I need her completely bare to me.

Once I get her sweatshirt on the ground still around her wrists, my hand returns to her throat.

Gripping her throat firmly I bring her up so her back is pressed to my chest as I fuck her punishingly.

Her moans spur me on, leaning down I bite down hard on the space where her neck meets her shoulder.

I feel her pussy clamping down on me in release and grin in satisfaction.

I’m not just feeling satisfied that she got off on me biting her but also in the knowledge she will be sporting that bitemark for at least a couple days.

I pull out and spin her around so she is lying down on her back looking up at me through half-lidded eyes.

Gripping the head of my cock I position myself between her creamy thighs and slide back in.

“Reaper,” She moans and I almost lose it at the sound of my road name coming from her lips in a breathy moan.

My thrusts become frenzied but she starts rolling her hips into them and I swear I will never get enough of this woman.

I feel my release building and completely come apart at the seams. With a deep groan I feel my cum filling her and have never felt this sense of perfection before.

I lean my forehead against her damp brow and whisper, “I love you more than life.” Before bringing my lips to hers and kiss her tenderly and then retreat tucking myself away.

I grab up her sweater that ended up on the forest floor and command, “Lift your arms.” She does as she is told and I slip the sweater back over her then reach down and grip her sweatpants, still tangled around her ankles, tugging them up over her hips.

I squat down and scoop her up in my arms and make my way back to the cabin.

Once inside, I take her upstairs and lay her down on the bed with care, my chest heaving from our wild love making.

I lean over and kiss her deeply, savoring the taste and feel of her.

Her breath comes in short gasps as I nuzzle her neck, my fingers gently caressing her throat, the memory of the bite still fresh on my mind.

I can't help but feel a strange sense of power, and maybe a little thrill, knowing that I've left my mark on her. But it's not just about that — it's about being with her, feeling her under me, our bodies connecting in a way that nothing else can.

As I lean in to kiss her again, her hands come up to grip my shoulders, pulling me closer. "Reaper," she whispers, the sound of my name on her lips sending a shiver down my spine.

I kiss her once more, my body nearly shuddering with the intensity of my emotions.

I hold her close, our bodies still and quiet as we lie there, bathed in the afterglow of our lovemaking.

I know that I'll never forget this moment, or the feeling of our lives intertwined, forever bound by the love that we share.

And as we drift off to sleep, I can't help but smile, feeling the warmth of her body next to mine, knowing that I am the luckiest man alive to have her in my life.