Reaper Unleashed by Michelle Woods, Mary Bogart Crenshaw Page B

hands up in defensive poses and backed away with straight faces.
    “Quit terrorizing your friends and move it. You are supposed to be walking me out, damn it,” the feisty little woman yelled at him making his dick throb and his need to spank her tight little ass almost overpowered him.
    He followed her to the car. She was already opening the door when he grabbed her waist and spun her around, pushing her back into the car. “Sarah, your smart little mouth just got your ass in trouble,” he told her, his arms on either side of her head as he pressed her back against the car.   
    His hand rubbed her hair out of her face before burying in the thick mass of dark waves. Sarah’s breath caught and she trembled as his mouth lowered slowly towards hers. His mouth was hard as it pressed against hers. She gasped in surprise, giving him the opening he needed to push his tongue through her lips to tangle with hers. His hand clenched in her hair as he devoured her.
    She felt her body sag into his. His scent surrounded her as his body pressed into hers. Sarah’s hands slid to his shoulders as she clung to him. Her heart pounded in her ears as desire sent shivers up her spine. She moaned into his mouth as she pulled him closer, wanting to feel him everywhere at once. Sarah was shocked by her wanton behavior as she pressed against him needing more. She’d never felt this way before, as if she were melting from just his tongue thrusting into her mouth with the flavor of whiskey and man.
    His scent, a thick essence of leather, bayberry and man, was intoxicating. Her body was on fire and the dampness between her thighs was embarrassing. He began giving light sipping kisses to her mouth as he pulled back slightly. His hands had moved to cup her hips, tilting her into his thick hardness. She moaned, nipping at his lips before he kissed across her jaw with nipping kisses of his own that he soothed with his tongue. The sound of pleasure was loud, even to her own ears.
    He kissed to her ear, nipping it hard before whispering, “I’ll see you tomorrow, baby. Don’t wear that skirt again.” He squeezed her ass hard and nipped her lower lip once before he pulled away, stepping back from the car with a smug smirk on his face. Sarah was confused for several moments before she took in that look and realized that he was only proving a point with the kiss he’d just given her. It was like the game he’d played with her for the past two weeks. The kiss that had just blown her mind had been a tool, a way to keep her in line, and that pissed her off.
    “Asshole!” she yelled, trying to knock that smug look off his face before getting in her car and slamming the door.
    Reaper watched Sarah fly out of the parking lot, a smirk on his lips. He lifted his hand, touching his bottom lip where her teeth had nipped him when he’d pulled back. He still tasted her sweetness on his tongue and felt something inside him roar in satisfaction. His it claimed and he was so fucked up over that little girl he didn’t argue with it as he turned and headed back into the club.
    He nodded at Iron and Stoner. Stoner grinned, showing his yellowed teeth. “She’s a hot one, huh, boss. Think I’ll have a go at her when you’re done.” Reaper didn’t think, he just planted his fist in the man’s face, knocking him over. Then he kicked the man in the stomach seven times before Iron finally tried to stop him. He shrugged the larger man off and got down in Stoner’s face.
    “Touch her and fucking die. Understand?” Reaper asked, holding Stoner, whose face was swollen over his right eye, up so that his eyes met his grey ones.
    “Yeah, I didn’t know it was like that, boss. I got it. I got it,” Stoner whined, spitting blood onto the pavement.
    “Iron, be sure every motherfucker in this club knows that if they don’t want to eat a bullet they had better fucking stay away from Sarah,” Reaper told him.
    “Boss, everyone except this idiot already figured