Banging Reaper (13 page)

We pull into my driveway and I look over at Avery and Sebastian. They are both sitting next to me, staring at my house. I want it to be our
home
instead of my house. I want to share it with them already, and it’s odd to have that feeling so quickly for me but I know it’s right, and I am going to go with my head and my heart here.

Sebastian lets out a quiet meow as Avery shifts him somewhat to give him a better look out the window. “What do you think Sebastian? Think this can work for the night?” she asks.

I slow down for a quick stop to let him see the front of the house before I pull us into the garage.

Yes, and for much longer
, I think to myself and smile at the two of them. A pure black cat and a beautiful raven-haired goddess. Fuck, I am getting far too mushy right now. I need to get them inside and settled before I make an ass of myself.

“Ready to go in?” I ask as I put my hand on the door handle.

“Yes,” Avery says softly before wrapping a tight arm around Sebastian and opening her door.

We walk in through the garage. As I push the button to shut the door, I still can't fucking quit smiling.

Sebastian does a quick tour of the house before finding us snuggled on the couch, watching the news. He meows once and then plops himself down on the arm.

“I think he likes it here," I say, tightening my arms around her.

“Yeah, I think so too,” she says and I can’t tell if she wants to smile or frown.

My hand slowly slides down from around her shoulder until it’s right above her breast. I turn my head and take in a deep breath of her hair. Her hair smells really good. She has some kind of natural scent to her that keeps my hormones in an active state of overdrive. Right now, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of her scent. It’s fucking intoxicating.

“Mmm, you smell like the gym,” I say quietly, trying hard not to smile.

She pulls away and grabs a chuck of her hair. She lifts the chunk of hair to her nose and smells it.

“No, I don't,” she says in confusion.

Leaning my head down, I sniff the shoulder of her shirt. Scrunching up my nose, I frown. “This shirt smells really bad, too.” I smile as I start to lift the shirt over her stomach.

Turning her head to the side, she sniffs right where I just sniffed. I have the shirt above her bra as she exclaims, “I don't smell anything at all!”

“I bet your pants smell horrible too. And your bra and panties. I bet everything you’re wearing stinks.”

Her confusion is turning to hurt as she looks at me.

“But I just put these clothes on...” I have the shirt under her chin.

“Woof, you need a good shower too.” I say as I start to grin.

Then the confusion disappears and she growls at me. Her hands tug down her shirt. “You are just trying to get me naked, you big meanie! I smell fine!”

Raising my hands in the air defensively, I say, “Hey, I just wanted to help wash your back.”

She shakes her head and stares at the TV while crossing her legs one over the other. “No way, you said I smell bad.”

Sometimes I really do like being as big as I am. I mean I can do all sorts of things to people who are much smaller and more delicate than me. Like what I do when I stand up.

I lean down, swooping Avery up and into my arms and carry her towards the stairs. She yelps loudly as I switch from a threshold carry and toss her over my shoulder. I give her delicious ass cheeks a light slap and start climbing the stairs.

“You know...” I say as I lightly swat her hands away because she’s trying to cover her butt. “You have a delicious ass. I mean it's probably one of the top asses in the world.”

“You're an ass,” she growls. Out of nowhere I feel her teeth through my shirt, biting at my back.

“What are you doing back there?” I ask.

“You, sir, are a brute,” she declares then I feel a sharp pinch as she gooses my ass cheek.

“Ouch!” I gripe as I pull her over my shoulder and toss her onto the bed.

“Who said I was going to get in the shower with you?”

“Sebastian and I had a talk, dear. It’s been decided since you can't be counted to wash yourself completely, I need to join in and help.”

I pull one of her shoes off then begin to work on the second.

“Excuse me?” she squeals as I begin brushing the soles of her feet. “No way would he take your side over mine.”

“I may have promised him a couple of cans of salmon if he switched over.”

Pulling her towards the end of the bed, I stand her up. My hands pull her shirt up and over her head then I toss it across the room to my dirty clothes hamper. I unfasten her bra and try to keep my mind on the job ahead, but I can't help taking a couple swipes with my tongue on her nipple just as I push her pants down around her ankles. Her panties follow and now I have her completely naked. She was truly built to fuck.

“I...” she starts but my mouth latches down on her breast. Sucking in the nipple, I swirl my tongue against it. I feel her arms wrap around my head and she holds me while a quiet moan flows from her lips.

Grinning, I pull away and stand up, quickly tearing off my clothes. Standing in front of her naked, I lean down and just have to kiss her lips.

I pull her into the shower and set the water to almost too hot. Washing her down, I take the time to ensure each spot on her luscious, fuckable body is squeaky clean. Sometime during the cleaning we end up with me pressing her against the glass wall and I kneel down to eat her beautiful pussy through a couple of orgasms. Her body goes limp after the second one, she’s tired and I want to get her in my bed, so I sit her down on the bench and I quickly wash myself off.

Lifting her up in my arms, I carry her robed body to the bed and snuggle up behind her. When her breathing deepens, I wrap her up and pull the blankets tight around us.

***

The next day, after I finish in the gym, I pick her up from school and bring her back home.

She sits across from me at the bar in the kitchen as I prepare our dinner.

Frowning, she says, “I was really hoping I would hear back about the internship by now. This sucks. If I don’t find something else, I’ll have to work for Ethan.”

I almost slip and stab my hand as I cut open the roll of ground beef. “You could let me take care of you,” I say while dumping the contents into the frying pan. It’s a spaghetti night.

“Absolutely not!” she says with some heat.

I'm not exactly sure why she's upset, but I know it has something to do with me suggesting I’d take care of her.

“Why not? I mean it’s not like you’re a gold digger. I have the money and I want to make sure you don't have to be near that little prick.”

She closes her eyes for a moment and I can see her taking long, deep breaths then exhaling them. “Thank you for the offer Chase, but I don't want you or anyone taking care of me like that. I would feel like a whore.”

“But that is not...” I try to say but she shakes her head.

“I know that, and you know that, but no, please understand, I don't want you to. I like where we are heading with our relationship. But I don't want that to happen, okay?”

I nod my head but I am so not fucking happy right now. I don't want her anywhere near that fuckhead, and I know her complaint wasn't a plea for me to pay her way but I wouldn't mind. But I also don’t’ want to scare her away by forcing the issue. Lord knows the last thing I need is her thinking I’m as big as a fuckwad as Ethan is.

I stop browning the burger and look her straight in the eyes. “I am in this for the long haul Avery, you need to know that.”

“So am I,” she says and gives me a tight but meaningful smile.

My paid sick leave is up and if a miracle doesn’t happen soon, I’ll have to accept Ethan’s job offer. I don’t want to. I feel like it’s going to screw things up with Chase if I do, but I’m out of options.

The internship hasn’t come through. I talked to my instructor after class yesterday and he told me he wasn’t sure what was going on with the internship but as soon as he heard something he’d let me know. Until then, Ethan let my old position get eliminated. So it’s either work for Ethan as his personal assistant or be jobless and penniless.

I can’t risk truly being down and out.

When Chase offered to help me, to take care of me, a part of me really wanted to accept his offer. I swear something inside me started screaming and crying when I turned him down. It would be so easy to just let him take over, to let him solve my problems for me. But if he gave me money I would owe him. I know I would
feel
like I owe him, like I’m indebted to him, and it could completely change the dynamic of our relationship.

I like Chase a lot. Too much, even. I want to see where things go with us and I want to keep money out of it. Sure, I’m staying at his place with my cat but it’s because he likes his place better than mine. I’m not living with him. I’m just sleeping with him. We’re not
that
official.

I’m afraid that if I let Chase give me money, if I start to feel indebted to him, I may resent him for it. I resent Ethan a little bit. I feel stuck to Ethan, even though all he’s done is help me out. But with Chase it could turn out to be so much worse.

What if he felt like he was stuck to me?

I’m still getting to know Chase, getting to know what makes him tick, what his motivations are. So far it feels like we’re a good match. But what if things don’t work out between us? What if the flames die down? Then what? I could end up on the streets. I don’t think he’d do that to me, throw me out… but would I just want him to take care of me out of a sense of obligation? Fuck no.

I want things to work with Chase, I need things to work with him. He’s so amazing…. He’s everything I want that I didn’t know I wanted. He’s everything I need. And what we have is pure, it’s real. I don’t want anything, especially money to tarnish it.

I feel like I need to protect what we have from the dirty outside world.

So I’m going to work for Ethan if nothing else comes through. I’m going to swallow my pride and accept his offer and hope it doesn’t fuck things up with Chase too much. Because everyone deserves a second chance, right?

And I don’t know what else to do.

I have to ask around the campus where the Financial Aid office is after I drop off Avery for class, I haven't been here before and it is turning out to be a bit of an issue. You’d think it would be in the main building but no, it’s all the way on the other fucking side.

I spy a few girls as I walk across the campus and if the looks I have earned are any indication, the bruises must be in the ugly green stage.

“Hey there, I need some help if you have a moment,” I say to the cute little blonde behind the counter of the office when I finally find my way in.

Hmm, cute as hell but couldn't even touch Avery with how insanely hot she is.

“Sure. How can I do you... Crap, I mean help you!” the girl blushes deeply as she looks away.

I smile and say, “Well, my girlfriend asked me to drop off a check for her for her tuition.”

“Oh, um, what’s her name?”

And just like that I just made sure Avery won't have any tuition issues for the rest of the school year. Yeah, I may have had to flirt a little and smile like I was interested, but Avery will hopefully be less stressed out now and I can properly fuck her. She’s been tense as fuck with worry lately.

Paying off her tuition for the rest of the year and leaving some for all the books she needs is probably not the best thing I could do, but if it means that Avery can relax a bit and not be near that bag of dicks named Ethan, then I am a happy man. Anyways, the less she has to worry about paying her tuition, the more time we can spend being happy with each other.

Fuck Ethan
rings in my head as I sign my name on the check and hand it to the cute little blonde behind the counter. Now this was my type of girl before I met my raven-haired goddess. Short, blonde and big tits. She looks like she would have been more than willing to give me her number before I thank her and walk out the door.

Avery, though, has taught me the error of my ways. I've never dated a girl quite like her. She's just plain out meant to be for me. She is sexy, smart as fuck and really up front with who she is. I like that in a girl. She isn't about the games so far, at least that's how it feels. She hasn't once tried to hit me up for money or anything like that.

Dad was right when he said when it’s the right girl you just know. With my Mom, he just knew it was right. He told me he knew it the moment he saw her. He asked her out and never let go from that day. I don't think he has let go even now, either.

Hopefully Avery understands that I just want her happy. I know money can't buy it but it sure as fuck makes things easier.