Reaper's Fall

Picnic frowned.

“There’s something going on with that girl,” he admitted. “Jess called Loni last night, made her drive into town. She spent half the night at their place, and she won’t tell me why. She insisted there’s nothing wrong with Jessica, so I asked her about Mel and she got real quiet. Loni doesn’t lie to me—not after all the shit that went down—but sometimes she just won’t say anything. Not sure what’s going on, but you need to figure it out and take care of it. Let me know if you need any help.”

“Yeah, sure,” I said. My phone buzzed, and I pulled it out, seeing a text from Mel.

MELANIE: Just pulled up. You around?

ME: Be right out

“That’s Mel,” I said, feeling a stupid grin cross my face. God, I was turning into a dumbass. “She’s outside.”

Picnic gave a short, snorting laugh.

“Go get your girl,” he said. “Probably time to patch her anyway. That’ll settle her down.”

• • •

Probably makes me sound like a pussy, but it took everything I had not to run to the parking lot. I was eager to get laid, of course, but it was more than that. I wanted to see Mel. Hold her . . . Know that she was still safe and that she still belonged to me.

I managed not to tear off across the gravel like a kid when I saw her, but I walked fast. Fuck, but she was beautiful. She was gorgeous when I’d seen her inside, too, but the lights in there were shit. Made everyone look yellow, even my beautiful girl.

She gave me a soft, hesitant smile, like she wasn’t sure whether I’d be happy to see her or something. Never been happier to see anyone in my life.

“Melanie,” I said, catching her close for one of those deep kisses that felt like it could go on forever. Vaguely I knew that people were watching us, but I didn’t give a shit. I never gave a shit, actually—we liked to live life in the open here at the clubhouse. Mellie was still new, though. Didn’t want to scare her off.

Her hands were around my neck, burrowing into my hair as she climbed up my body. Fuckin’ loved it when she did that, for a variety of reasons—not least of these was I’m a hell of a lot taller than her and we didn’t always fit together quite right. Easier to boost her up than hunch over every time we were together.

The kiss was amazing, but sooner or later we all have to breathe.

“Hey,” she whispered, framing my face with her hands as she searched my eyes for something. I wasn’t sure what, but she looked almost scared. Pic was right—something was off here. “I’m crazy about you, did you know that?”

“Pretty fuckin’ crazy about you,” I murmured, kissing slowly down her neck. She shivered and my dick made a serious attempt to crawl out of my pants.

“Anytime,” she said. “But there’s something we should probably talk about first . . .”

Those weren’t good words. Those were never good words. I pulled back, studying her face.

“What?”

“Is there anywhere we could go that’s private?”

“Sure,” I said, thinking quickly. “We got rooms upstairs, you know. Want to use one?”

“All right,” she said, her smile tight. I let her slide slowly down my body, teasing my cock. Not even that was enough to distract me from the shadow I’d seen in her eyes.

• • •

We caught some shit as I dragged her through the clubhouse. The brothers all knew why I was so hot to get her alone, and for a minute I thought Horse might try to cock-block me, because he’s an asshole like that. Apparently the look on my face was enough to warn him off.

On the third floor was a series of rooms anyone could use. Most of the time they were for overnight guests, but guys crashed out here sometimes if they were between places. Also good for when we wanted privacy with a woman, although half the time nobody bothered. Wasn’t like we had any secrets from each other at this point, and that went for sex as well as everything else.

By the time we reached the third floor, I could hardly hold myself together I was so horny for her. We were only halfway down the hall when I lost it, catching her and lifting her against the wall. Then our lips were tangled together and I was grinding my cock into her cunt up against the wall. She’d worn this pretty little yellow sundress that just begged to be shoved up and over her head.

Or maybe her back . . . Struck with inspiration, I lowered her, then spun her around until she faced the wall, hands out to brace. An instant later I had the dress up, baring her very cute, very tight little ass to discover a bright red thong, proving that God exists and he obviously wants me to be happy. I ripped open my jeans, whipping out my cock as I hooked the thong with one finger and jerked it to the side.

Then I was inside.

Mel was better than I remembered. I mean, I knew she’d be hot and wet and tight around me, but this was a whole new level of amazing. Slamming deep, I heard her gasp as she pushed her butt back toward me, back arching. The whole time I was inside, I’d pictured us making slow love once I got out. I’d planned to explore every inch of her body, to worship her and show her just how much I cared about her.

That’s not what this was.

My hands were tight around her waist as my hips jackhammered home, carrying us fast and hard toward the explosion boiling deep in my balls. I hoped to hell she was as into this as I was, because I didn’t think I could slow down and I sure as shit wasn’t going to last long. Mel was gasping with every stroke, though, pushing back at me and squeezing down hard. Either she was just as close as me or she was one hell of an actress.