Page 12 of Reaper and Ruin

I closed my eyes, cock pulsing hot cum over my fingers and belly. I thrust into my grip, jerking myself in just the way I liked.

But this time I had the added pleasure of him inside me, filling me, taking his pleasure too.

Our moans mingled, his name on my lips, mine on his, our bodies connected so deep the pleasure spiraled and pulsed, the room spinning until he shouted my name, then collapsed down on top of me, not caring about the sticky mess between us.

He was still inside me, but softer now, and not moving. Just connected.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly, his voice muffled by the pillow behind my head.

“Could use a cigarette.”

He lifted his head. “You smoke?”

I grinned. “Only after a good fuck.”

Levi’s cheeks went vaguely pink, and he rolled off me, lying on his back beside me, both of us staring at the ceiling.

He cleared his throat. “So that was good?”

I glanced over at him. “It wasn’t for you?”

He snorted, like it was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. “No, it was good. Really fucking good.”

I wanted that smoke so bad, if only so there was something to do with my hands. “You’re surprised by that?”

“No.”

“Then what?”

He shifted onto his side. “This just a fuck to you?”

I paused, then countered with a question of my own. “Is that what it is to you?”

Levi shook his head slowly. “I don’t think so.”

I grinned at him. “You want to be my boyfriend, Levi?”

He grinned and elbowed me. “Fuck off.” But then he added, “I’ll buy some cigarettes.”

I sniggered into the room. Because I was pretty sure that despite his words, Levi had just declared that we were going to have sex again.

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“Saint View Tattoo will still be open, so it makes the most sense to do the nose ring first. Second,” I grinned at Violet, “sunrise bungee jumping.”

She peered over at me from the passenger seat of my van. “Haven’t you had enough falling off cliffs for one night?”

I screwed up my face. “Good point. Sunrise hot air ballooning then! Bungee optional!”

She reached out and squeezed my thigh. “Or, and this is just an idea, we go home, have hot showers, put on dry clothes, and go to bed.”

I blinked. “I can’t go to bed, Violet! I cheated death! Again! I can’t just waste my second chance sleeping!”

I didn’t mention that if I closed my eyes, even for a second longer than it took to blink, I knew I would be right back there, water filling my mouth and nose and ears and eyes, the crushing pressure of it caving in my chest as I gasped to breathe.

If I closed my eyes, or stopped for even a second, I knew I would start thinking about the way I’d clung to Whip, drowning us both because my body had never gotten the memo on how to keep itself afloat, no matter how many times I’d tried to learn.