Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“Yes, Reaper,” I gasped. “It feels so fucking good!”
“Imagine how much better it will feel when I fuck you. Slide my cock inside your tight little pussy and fuck you with it. Will you scream?”
“You know I will!” I was barely holding it together as it was. It was entirely possible I could come just from listening to him talk dirty to me.
He chuckled. “Yeah. You’re not a quiet lover. I love that you never leave me wondering if I’ve satisfied you.”
“Are you going to fuck me now?”
He flexed his hips, rubbing his cock over my pussy through his boxers. “Not yet, baby. We’ve still got a talk to have. But I’ll make you come again.” As if to emphasize his commitment, he rocked against me over and over, putting that much-needed friction on my clit again.
Pleasure built inside me. The kind I had no hope of fighting off. Like I’d want to! Reaper was introducing me to a whole new world. One I was loath to leave under any circumstances. It made me wonder whether my decision to stop treatment and just live the rest of my life had been the right one. I mean, if I had continued treatment, I wouldn’t have met Reaper, and none of this would ever have happened. But what about now?
Just as I was having the epiphany of my life, an orgasm ripped through me, and I could no longer think. I clung to Reaper, shuddering in his arms as I cried out. My body seized, my hold tightening on him. I never wanted to let him go. Never.
“Reaper.” I gasped out his name. “Please don’t leave me.” I hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but once I’d voiced it, I knew I meant it. I’d beg him to stay even though it was the most selfish thing I’d ever done. He shouldn’t have to witness my decline. I knew from the hospitals I’d visited when my diagnosis first came down that cancer was never pretty. Especially on the young. My body was strong, my heart and lungs not affected. There would be no quick death. My body would fight for life as long as it could. I was under no illusion Reaper was so naive he didn’t know what he was getting into. The man was larger than life. Anyone could see he was world-wise. He still shouldn’t have to stay with me through all that. Yet, I’d just asked him to do just that.
“Never, sweetheart,” he said without hesitation as he kissed me, bringing me down gently. “I said you were mine. I meant it. That means I take care of you. I soothe your fears. When I can’t, I hold you and make sure you’re not alone.”
“It’s a shit detail, Reaper,” I said, needing to make sure even though I knew I’d do anything to get him to stay with me through this. “It’s not going to be pretty.”
“I know, baby. I’m not going into this with blinders on. The rest of the afternoon, I need you to talk to Fury. He’s our club doctor, remember? He wants to examine you and try to determine if the tumor has grown. He admits it’s not going to be very accurate, but it will help later when Doc gets here. So, we’re going to think about it for the next couple of hours, then we’re going to plan the first thing on your bucket list. We’ve got full days ahead starting tomorrow, and I won’t have it interrupted with thoughts of the future. You get me?”
“But I haven’t shown you my bucket list yet.”
He grinned, a cocky smirk that would have set me teeth on edge if I were a stronger woman. Instead, it curled my toes. “Baby, you told me where it was, and I violated your privacy and rifled through your backpack. I took that fucking notebook and started making plans.”
I laughed. “You know there’s no way to do all that shit. Most of it was just stuff I’d written down as a wish list. Something to keep from going crazy.”
“You leave it to me. We’ll go through as much of it as we can.” He kissed me again. Gently. Comforting. All the while, one brawny arm held me tightly as he rolled us to our sides so his weight no longer pinned me to the bed. He didn’t let me go, though. Just continued to kiss me, to praise me softly, telling me not to worry about anything. He’d take care of it all.
I must have truly surrendered to him then, because the weight I’d been carrying for the last few months seemed to lift. I looked up at Reaper, and he smiled. There was no reason to believe he meant what he said. That this wasn’t all some kind of cruel joke to him. But I was taking a chance. I was going to embrace him and take everything he said at face value.