Reaper's Property (12 page)

Chapter
Eleven

Marie

The ride to Coeur d’Alene surprised me.

For one, it seemed to take forever because
riding on the bike was work. I had to hold on and pay attention the whole way
and given all I’d gone through that day, it wiped me out.

On the positive side, I didn’t have to talk
to Horse.

We stopped twice at rest areas so I could
pee and Horse could make phone calls. I watched him, feeling naked without my
phone. They’d taken it from me, along with my car keys, and I didn’t get the
impression I’d be getting it back. Horse didn’t tell me what the calls were
about and I didn’t ask. I also didn’t know where the other Reapers were or how
my brother was doing. All I cared about was staying upright on the bike.

By the time we pulled off the freeway in
Coeur d’Alene it was dark. I didn’t pay attention to where we went or our
route. I did notice that we drove through several populated neighborhoods near
a very big lake before turning off on a narrow road through the woods.
Buildings grew sparse. Horse pulled up to an old farmhouse, complete with
quaint-looking outbuildings and a big red barn.

So
not what
I expected from a biker.

Horse cut the engine and I got off stiffly,
trying to stretch.

“Is this your place?”

“Bought it three years ago,” he replied,
walking past me toward the wide, covered porch, which had a swing, for God’s
sake. Like something on a country postcard. It wasn’t fancy or big, but it was
very well cared for and I suspected it had been painted within the last year or
so.

I grabbed my backpack and followed him
through the front door. I found myself in a living room furnished in what could
only be called “man cave”. Big flat-screen, giant comfy L-shaped couch, four
different remotes on the coffee table and a poster on the wall of a naked woman
straddling a motorcycle backward, flat on her stomach and cheek resting on the
back seat.

I hadn’t known bikes and human women could
have sexual intercourse, but that was the clear implication. Lovely.

There was a hallway going straight back to
what I assumed was the kitchen. A flight of stairs hugged the left wall of the
house, which is where Horse headed. I really, really didn’t want to follow him.

“Get your ass up here.”

All-righty then.

I trailed him up the wooden stairs, which
were covered in the center with a runner so old you couldn’t even tell what the
original pattern had been. Horse flipped on the light and stood on a landing
big enough to run the full width of the house, waiting for me. A person
could’ve put some chairs and a little table in there, but he just had boxes
piled around. Three doors led to other rooms, two toward the back of the house
and one toward the front. He pointed toward the front room.

“That’s mine. Stay the fuck out of it
unless you’re invited.”

“Okay.”

“This one’s the bathroom, here’s your
bedroom. There’s another bathroom downstairs if you need it, next to the
kitchen. Don’t flush the toilet if someone’s in the shower, the pipes are old.
Go put your shit away and meet me downstairs. I’m hungry.”

I had a vision of him showering and me deliberately
flushing, suddenly burning him. Maybe I’m a bad person but it made me smile.
Horse narrowed his eyes at me, suspicious. I ignored him and went into my room.
It was small and plain, with aged and scuffed wood floors, cream-colored walls
with old-fashioned trim and two sash windows. A queen-sized bed took up most of
the space, covered with very modern bedding—you know the type, one of those
bed-in-a-bag things with a giant fluffy comforter that you can get for cheap at
Walmart. There was a small dresser against the wall opposite the door with a
mirror. A small closet stood open on the right.

The place was lifeless, which I appreciated
in a way. It would be easy to put my stamp on it, even given how little I
owned. I liked the idea of having my own space, separate from Horse and all the
confused feelings of anger and lust that came to life whenever I saw him.

I unpacked quickly because I was hungry
too, and the last thing I wanted was for him to come looking for me in the
bedroom. I still wasn’t sure what his expectations were for the night. Probably
not good to give him more ideas than he already had.

When I went downstairs, I found the TV on
to some sports network but no sign of Horse, so I wandered back toward the
kitchen. Sure enough, a door on the left led to a small bathroom under the
stairwell. Double pocket doors defined the dining room opposite, which held a
full-sized pool table instead of a dining room table, complete with a light
hanging over it with beer logos. Definitely man cave.

That’s why the kitchen startled me so much.

I reached the end of the hallway to find
what had to be the cutest kitchen I’d ever seen—like something out of a
country-style magazine. Serious reality disconnect… Horse stood in front of the
fridge, pulling things out and putting them on a large, wooden butcher’s block
in the center. A wrought iron rack dangling pots and pans hung high above it
and there were stools all around.

In a normal kitchen that would have taken
up a ton of space, but this one was so huge you hardly even noticed. Horse had
an old-fashioned farm kitchen, practically a living room in and of itself. Off
the back I could see a door leading through a mud room. The walls were bright
yellow with cutesy, chicken-themed wallpaper edging near the ceiling. The
curtains over the windows were sunny, gingham-checked ruffles edged with lace.

“Who helped you set up the kitchen?”

“My mom,” he said, not looking at me. “She
wanted to do the whole house, but once I saw this I made her stop.”

“Why? It’s a lovely room, Horse,” I said,
heroically holding off a laugh. It felt good to tease him—it eased the tension
just a bit. Horse turned and looked at me, all badass biker in his boots, jeans
and leather Reapers’ cut, face black with stubble and hair tossed by the wind.

“I made her stop because I don’t have a
pussy and I didn’t want to start growing one,” he replied, voice testy.

Fair enough. I couldn’t keep the smirk off
my face though.

“Make me some food, I’m gonna go take a
shower,” he ordered. My mouth opened automatically to protest his tone, but I
caught myself and snapped it shut. Horse held the power in this relationship,
not me. It would be easy to forget that—I’d gotten too comfortable around him.

I searched through the fridge and
cupboards, finding enough food for sandwiches. I would need to hit the grocery
store soon if we didn’t want to starve. By the time he finished his shower I
had everything ready and had spent several minutes debating whether or not to
start eating without him. Fortunately Horse came back down before I could make
the decision, hair all wet and slicked back. Without a ponytail it just brushed
the tops of his shoulders. He wore a faded pair of sweats low on his hips and
nothing else.

Damn.

I don’t know how long I stared at him, just
taking in the tattooed, muscular glory that was Horse almost naked. He broke
the spell.

“Glad you like it.”

“What?” I asked, confused.

“My body,” he replied, smirking. “It’s the
only one you get to look at or fuck, so it’s good the package works for you.”

I blushed fiercely, turning away to grab
the plates and put them on the block. He took a seat and grabbed his sandwich.
I did the same, trying my hardest not make eye contact with him. That was more
difficult than it looked because he sat right across from me. He was big and
bare-chested and I really, really wanted to take a closer look at those
tattoos. I’d seen them before, but not enough to satisfy my curiosity.

“You want a beer?” he asked, standing and
walking over to the fridge.

“That sounds good,” I replied, giving
myself permission to check out his ass. Nice. He caught me looking as he turned
around, but just handed me the bottle and we ate in companionable silence. I
drank a second beer and started to feel a lot more relaxed. After we finished
eating, he helped me load the dishwasher, perfectly civilized. Sometimes it
felt like Horse was two different people—a badass biker jerk who gave lots of
orders and a sweet, sexy man who made my body feel things Gary couldn’t even
imagine, let alone spark.

Which guy was real?

“You want a shower?” Horse asked.

“Yeah, I think so,” I replied. “Been a long
day.”

“Use the bathroom upstairs, it’s nicer than
the one down here.”

I nodded and left the kitchen, where Horse
wiped up the table and counter like a perfectly normal person. So weird.

Just my luck—no lock
on the bathroom door.

On the bright side, the bathroom had
clearly been upgraded at some point in the recent past. In fact, looking around
I was pretty sure it had been another bedroom at one point, that’s how big it
was. All the fixtures matched the house perfectly—big, claw foot tub, and old
dresser/vanity that had been converted by putting in a sink basin surrounded by
a marble top. There was a sash window on one side, and the fact that it didn’t
have real shades bothered me until I realized there wasn’t a chance of anyone
ever seeing me in here. Just too far up and in the middle of nowhere.

In addition to the tub was a giant, modern
shower stall with jets on both sides and a long bench. It should have been out
of place, but somehow it all fit together. The best part? A big skylight that
would illuminate the entire room beautifully when the sun was out. I couldn’t
help but wonder how a bathroom like this wound up in an old farmhouse.

Horse’s laundry still sat in a pile on the
floor, so I picked it up and threw it in the hamper. I figured I would probably
be doing the laundry and wondered if he had a washer and dryer. I hadn’t seen
any, but I hadn’t seen the mud room yet. All in all, the house might be a
little rough in places but it was definitely comfortable. Certainly better than
the trailer, and with a lot more potential than the place I’d shared with Gary.

Go figure.

So, the lack of lock was a problem, and as
much as I wanted to give that tub a test run, I didn’t feel comfortable with
it. Instead I stripped down and hopped in the shower, where I was pleased to
find shampoo, conditioner and body wash. They weren’t my usual, but they’d do
until I could get to the store. Thankfully the shower had lots of hot water,
although it took awhile to reach the second floor. I soaped up my hair and
rinsed it, then followed with conditioner.

The door opened and Horse stepped in as I
started with the body wash. I should have seen it coming, I mean how
predictable? I’d been worried about the tub but honestly didn’t see the shower
thing coming. I guess I’m too pragmatic—he’d already showered, why would he
want to shower again?

Duh.

Anyway, I shrieked when I saw him, a shriek
he shut down quickly enough by grabbing me and lifting me up into his body. I
wrapped my legs and arms around him instinctively as he pushed me against the
shower wall. Then he took my mouth and I no longer had any doubts how this
evening would end.

How to describe that kiss?

Well, it was rough and deep. His tongue thrust
into me over and over, and I felt his penis gliding across my slit as he
restlessly pumped his hips in time with his tongue. I’d love to say I didn’t
enjoy it, that I was a poor little victim of the Big Bad Biker, but that
straight up isn’t the truth. I caught fire and would have rubbed myself against
Horse like a cat in heat if he weren’t holding me tight. As it was, I dug my
hands in his hair and I tilted my head to take him deeper.

One of his hands slid down my back, moving
along the crack of my ass. He grazed over my rear entrance and I jumped, but he
kept moving down. Then his fingers entered me, and I gotta be honest here, it
kicked ass. Horse’s cock slid back and forth along my clit from the front and
his fingers delved deep inside from the back. He went after my G-spot first,
sending me into shuddering convulsions just short of coming. Then he pulled his
mouth away from mine and pinned me with his eyes as his fingers fucked me.
That’s when the torture began.

He worked me just to the point of orgasm
over and over. I whimpered and moaned, desperate for him to give me more, but
he just watched my face with that cold expression of his. I hated that look but
there was something about it that turned me on too. He controlled every touch,
every bit of stimulation taking over my body, and he wasn’t merciful. Finally
he pulled his fingers away from me, hoisting my body higher until my hips were
halfway up his chest. His mouth took my nipple right as his finger pushed into
my ass and I moaned, stiffening against his invasion.

He ignored me, focusing on my nipple,
sucking it deep into his mouth as his finger explored my rear, something
entirely new to me. I always thought it would hurt to be touched there, but
however rough he was with my breast—and he was rough, make no mistake,
alternating between sucking, licking and little tiny bites—he kept his finger
in my back passage gentle. I was so turned-on now that I couldn’t begin to
process everything I felt. Pressure built in me and I felt my orgasm coming. I
stiffened, bracing myself and tensing tight around his finger.

That’s when he pulled away and set me down
without warning.

I swayed on my feet until I found my
balance while he steadied me. Every nerve in my body was strung tight, jangling
and overstimulated. I whimpered in protest, but he just gave me a smile that
could have frozen lava.

“Payback’s a bitch, ain’t it?” he
whispered, pulling away from me to sit down on the bench, legs spread wide.
Bastard. If I’d had any doubts about his arousal before now, the sight of him
now destroyed them. His cock was long and hard, his balls drawn up tight,
showing just how close he was to the edge.