A Ruthless Christmas by K.L. Savage

 

Delilah is asleep. Maizey fell asleep in Badge’s arms right there on the floor. They finally gave up whatever power trip they were on. Everyone might be asleep, but Jesse is wide awake. We haven’t made our way home yet. The clubhouse isn’t where we sleep anymore. We have a cabin on the property, but we’ve somehow been staying here more since everything has happened. I wouldn’t be surprised if Reaper moved us back in temporarily.

He’s sitting in Church at the head of the table on his throne. The chair is new, made up of black leather and hand-carved skulls surrounding the frame. The power he has in that chair vibrates my body. He’s holding the gavel, staring at it as if he’s waiting for it to grow the body it used to belong to. It’s old, older than him and his father, along with this table.

Bad things happen in this room.

Deadly decisions are made, but sometimes, Reaper needs the room to think.

He isn’t sitting in the chair normally. He’s leaned against the side, one leg up and bent. One elbow is on his knee while the other is on the arm of the chair, rolling the human bone in his hand.

“You okay?” I ask him, knocking slightly on the door to let him know I’m here.

He gives an easy shake of the head, then lifts his eyes to look at me. I hate seeing him in so much pain. I’m the only one who ever gets to see it, and it kills me every time. “How did I not know about her, Doll?” he asks, hoping that I hold all the answers in the world. “She can’t be older than you.”

“Does…” I’m trying to untwist the knife in my gut from how his tone sounds. “Does that bother you?”

“What? No, it has nothing to do with that, Doll. You little maniac. You know I don’t give a damn about our age difference.”

“Anymore,” I tease him.

“You were jailbait.”

“Yeah, I was, wasn’t I?” I giggle. “I was such a brat.”

“Was?”

“You better watch it.” I’m hoping our teasing back and forth helps his mood. I close the door behind me, taking one last look at Maizey and Badge on the floor. His arms are tucked behind his head, and she’s curled up in a ball next to him. The dogs surround them too. Yeti, Tyrant, Chaos, and Lady. Lady isn’t as healthy as she used to be. Poodle is worried this will be her last Christmas, which will fucking kill him and everyone else. Lady means the world to everyone.

Once the door clicks shut, I make my way over to Reaper and take the gavel from him, setting it on the table that has the Ruthless Kings MC emblem carved in the middle of it. “Then what is it?” I say, keeping my voice almost as low as a whisper. I run my hands through his shaggy hair, which is a bit oily from the day, and it makes the strands slide between my fingers easier. Plus, the unkempt greasy look is sexy on him. When he is fresh out of the Kings’ Garage? He can’t get me off him.

“She’s around your age, Doll. If what Doc said is true, how did I go nearly twenty years without knowing she existed? What’s happened to her wouldn’t have happened if she would’ve been here with me. I never expected to know how Boomer felt after meeting you, and now I do. I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut, and I’m angry at the world for not telling me about Delilah. She’s hurt. She’s scared. She was nearly frozen to death. Who did that to her?” He curls his lip in and slams his fist on the table, the gavel teetering on its end. “I want to find them, rip their hearts from their chest, and let her watch the worthless organ pump in my fist. I want her to know she’s safe.”

I straddle his waist, and he moves his legs down between mine so I can be more comfortable. There’s one thing that can never be argued when it comes to Reaper, and that is how passionate he is. He takes his title very seriously. This isn’t a job to him; this is his family. There isn’t a better man to be President of the Ruthless Kings.

“You’re going to keep her safe. She’s only been here for an hour. She’s home now. She’s never been more protected than she is now.”

“I know that … I know. I’m just…” He sighs and tightens a hand around my waist. I snuggle against his chest, laying my cheek against his defined pec as I rub up and down his arms. “I’m shocked. God, I thought she was my daughter. What would you have done if you’d found out I had a daughter your age?”

I sit up and cup the side of his face. His beard scratches the palm of my hand, and his skin is softer than anyone would expect. He has a few wrinkles around his eyes from squinting so much, and the gray around his temples checks all my damn boxes. I make sure his browns meet mine. His are darker, nearly obsidian and blending into his pupils. It’s hard to tell what’s what some days depending on how the light hits them.

“I would have loved you just as much and probably more than I do today, Jesse. It wouldn’t have bothered me if you had a daughter. I’m not oblivious to the life you lived before me. I know with our age difference comes experiences you have that I don’t. I would have loved you, and I would have loved her.”

“I just thought with us trying so hard, maybe it would take away from us, and I didn’t want you to feel slighted.”

“Baby,” I exhale. “Never would anything take away from that. Nothing. If you have a sister today and three daughters walk through the door tomorrow, I’d still want you to lay me down at night and make love to me because I would still want to have your baby.”

He hums in agreement, rubbing his hand over my stomach. His eyebrows do that worrying frown in the middle. I know exactly what he’s thinking right now, but I don’t want to talk about that. “I don’t know how to be a brother,” he says after a few minutes of silence.

“I’m sure she doesn’t know how to be a sister either, but she came here knowing her brother would protect her. That means something, doesn’t it? Already, there’s a bond.”

He slithers his hands between mine and places each palm on either side of my neck. His thumbs stroke down the curve of my neck, and I close my eyes, tilting back to give him more access. “I fucking love you, you know that?” he asks, skimming his hands down my front and cupping my breasts.

“Reaper, we can’t do it here,” I moan, rocking my hips against his erection pressing against my center.

“Your support turns me the fuck on. I need you now, Doll.”

“We can’t.” I gasp when his lips land on the side of my neck, sucking one of his famous marks he likes to leave on me.

“I’m the President. I get to do whatever the fuck I want, when I want, where the hell I want.” He unbuttons my jeans and dips his hand under my panties, his fingers brushing through the trimmed blonde tuft. My jaw drops when his index finger presses against my swollen clit. “I get to touch my ol’ lady’s cunt whenever I want; isn’t that right?” he asks, nibbling down my neck. He licks the edge of my collarbone, and my skin pebbles with excitement.

“Yes,” I hiss, rocking my hips for more friction.

“Prez!” Patrick knocks.

I sag against Reaper’s body and bite the muscle of his shoulder into my mouth. I have to do my best not to cry out in rage; I’m so worked up.

“This better be fucking good, Patrick. Speak,” Reaper barks, still rolling my clit slowly, and with every complete circle, my body jerks and my teeth dig further into his shoulder.

“Remember that guy I met in rehab? Loch? Him and his sister are here.”

“Sisters are dropping from the sky today,” Reaper mumbles, pulling his hand out of my pants with disappointment. He drops his forehead on my shoulder. “Sorry, Doll. I got to go.”

“I know.” I claw my nails into his shoulder as I try to gain control of myself. “I want you so bad.”

He growls, picking me up and placing me on the table. “You’re testing every ounce of my control. You have no idea how much I want to lay you down and fuck you right here.”

“Real quick. Make them wait,” I beg, pulling off my shirt and throwing it against the wall. I unhook my bra, which luckily snaps in front, and the material falls to the side.

I know I have Reaper hook, line, and sinker when he sees me half naked.

He takes his time dragging his hands over my flat, scarred stomach. He tweaks my nipples, poking his tongue from between his lips as he tugs on the red peaks. I bend my back and dig my nails into the old wood grain of the table from the sensations.

“You’re nothing but trouble,” Reaper growls, giving the beads a hard twist, which has me gasping for air.

“What are you going to do about it?” I fire back, challenging him, hoping that he makes them wait outside because I need him so much it hurts.

He unbuttons my jeans, unzips my pants, then tugs them down to my knees. “I’m going to fill you with my cock, use that sweet cunt, leave my cum in you, and then go take care of business.” He slaps my ass as he takes a leg in each hand and flips me onto my stomach.

“Yes,” I hiss, pushing my cheek into the table.

I hear the delicious sound of his zipper and then the cool air breezing over my wet heat. His finger pushes the annoying material of the panties aside, and then in one thrust, he’s settled inside me. He wraps my hair around his wrist and yanks me up, so my back is flush with his front. Reaper nibbles on my ear, pushing another inch inside me, and I pulsate around him, already close to the edge.

“I love how wet you get for me. This is going to be quick, Doll. I want to fill you so bad.” His dirty whispered words have my clit throbbing between my legs.

I place two fingers on the swollen bundle and quake as the sensitivity overflows through every nerve of my body..

“Hold on tight, Doll,” he warns me as one hand grips my left hip and the other stays locked in my hair. His cock stretches me as he pulls out, then roughly shoves back in. His pace is quick, hard, and unrelenting. He shoves me face-first into the table, pressing me against the wood, and gives me the ride of my life.

The noises that leave me let everyone know what’s happening inside Church, and isn’t that just sinful?

I love it.

“I’m going to come, Doll. And you. Will. Take. Every. Drop.” He punctuates his hips with every word, moaning his pleasure as he comes. I can feel the flex and jerk of his cock, knowing he’s orgasming because I made him feel that good.

“Jesse!” I shout his name as one last circle against my clit has me clenching around him, trying to pull him deeper.

He collapses against me, kisses the back of my neck, and we groan when he pulls out. He hurries to slip my panties into place and grabs my shirt while I pull my pants back up. “You do know that everyone probably heard us.” He gives a slight pat to my ass, and I shrug my shoulder, uncaring.

I needed that.

I re-hook my bra and pull on my shirt. I fluff my hair and try to look like I wasn’t just fucked on the table. “How do I look?”

He grips the edge of the table on either side of me, his taut muscles bulging with the desire to grab me and have his way with me again. “You look like you need my cock again.” His hands caress my backside and squeeze. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately, but I fucking love it.” He smashes his mouth against me, burying his tongue in my throat and stealing the breath from my lungs as he owns me. He breaks the kiss, and he’s right—I’m ready to go another round.

I must be ovulating. I hate that I know my cycle to the nearest second, but I always feel extra rowdy around that time of month.

“Now, you need to go to bed, and wait for me naked. When I’m done, I’m going to be inside you—” he blows cold air against my neck, and I whimper “—all night.”

The space in front of me loses warmth, and then the door creaks open from his departure. “What the fuck are you looking at? Didn’t you say someone is here to see me?” Reaper barks.

“Come and sex! You fucked her good in the pussy!”

I hold a hand over my mouth to stifle a laugh.

“Hi, Loch. How are you doing?” Reaper sighs.

“Not as good as you, sex machine, but I bet you have a little dick!”

This is going to be a long night.

Crap.

We didn’t get the damn tree.