Never by Blue Saffire

Chapter 9

Who We Are

Grim

Grim and Reap in South Carolina…

“Colin,” Reap moans as I slam her back into the wall and squeeze her little face with one hand. She’s the only one I let call me by my given name.

It’s been that way since we were kids. Back then everyone called me Sticks, because I was all sticks and bones. When I got to high school, everyone called me CJ. When Cage brought me into the fold, he’s the one who named me Grim.

Shit, I earned the name. I was a grim son of a bitch and anyone who fucked with me learned quickly I had no problem beating the life out of them. Reap has been by my side through it all. It’s hard to believe I once tried to only see her as one of the guys.

My Erica has always been my heart and we have always been inseparable. If I’m beating someone’s ass, she’s right there with me, whether I want it or not. It has always been that way. That’s why Cage started calling her Reaper. She hated that name and had him shorten it to Reap.

I think her little crazy ass is the only one in the world who had the balls to tell Cage what he would and wouldn’t call her. That’s what I fucking love about her. Reap says what’s on her mind, no matter what.

She digs her nails into my back and I growl. I pull away from the wall and slam her against the one across from it. We’re in the living room in our apartment. The place looks like a fucking war zone.

Reap has been bitching at me all morning. When I decided to just ignore her, she started trying to whip my ass. Our fights always get heated and turn into the hottest fucking sex ever.

“Colin, stop being a pussy and fuck me already,” she snarls.

I grin and dig my nails into her ass. I have the leather miniskirt she’s wearing pushed up to her waist. Her purple thong is ripped to shreds on the other side of the room, along with her tank top.

The cups of her bra are pulled down under her perky breasts. I grunt again, releasing her face and leaning in to bite down on her smooth brown neck. I love to watch her toffee-colored skin wrapped around mine. I am in heaven when she wraps her arms around my neck and grabs a handful of my long blond hair. She knows I love that shit, too.

“Reap,” I groan.

“So, you’re not mad at me anymore?” she purrs in my ear. She knows I only call her Erica when I’m pissed the fuck off.

“You’re the one with the problem with me,” I snort. “Say you’re sorry and I’ll fuck this pretty pussy.”

She glares at me through narrowed, light brown eyes. They're not hazel or anything like that, but a light whiskey brown that draw you in. Her eyes are one of the sexiest things about her. They’re oval and large, with incredibly long dark lashes.

When Reap looks at you, I swear, you can see your life play over in her eyes. It’s like she can look into anyone’s depths and read the truth. Her eyes have this soulfulness about them that’s haunting.

I lift my head and turn toward her cheek. My mouth is open, so my hot breath fans against her skin. Her nipples turn hard as rocks against my bare chest.

“I’m not apologizing for shit, Grim. I’m tired of cleaning up after your stinky ass,” she hisses.

“I wasn’t stinky five seconds ago when you commanded I fuck you.” I chuckle.

“That’s cause your big ass hasn’t worked out yet. All I ask is that you put your gym clothes in the hamper I bought,” she says, with a little pout no one else in the world will ever see. She’s too tough for that shit. This is who Erica is with me and me only.

“Fine, baby, I’ll put the fucking clothes in the hamper. I’ll fix that shelf in the closet too,” I relent, giving in to all of her demands that started this in the first place. I then lick the side of her face.

Without further argument, I thrust into her soaked opening. I know she’s ready for me. I ate her tight pussy while I had her pinned to a wall across the room. We have been wrestling and having the world’s hottest foreplay for long enough.

We fuck rough. It’s one of the reasons Reap is perfect for me. She knows all of my crazy shit. She can handle the brute caged within. I don’t have to pretend for her, and I don’t have to hold back if I don’t want to. I’m the same for her.

“Grim,” she cries out as I move in and out of her.

I grunt and bite her chin as I hit her favorite spot over and over again. I grind my hips. She thrusts her head back against the wall. If this were anyone other than Reap, I would be concerned about how hard I’m pounding into her. The hard slapping sound of her back hitting the wall would probably cause me to pause.

However, this is Reap, and I know she’s loving this shit. I bend my knees more and pull her down onto my cock by her ass. I fucking love her hot pussy wrapped around me.

“Shit, baby, I don’t think I’m going to last. You’ve got to come for me,” I say through clenched teeth when my balls start to tingle.

“Fuck you, Grim. You better not come. I’m not fucking kidding,” she hisses at me.

I groan and cover her mouth with mine. I fight off my release, but she isn’t in the mood to play fair. She clamps her tight pussy around my dick, not once, but twice.

I rip my mouth from hers and growl. Roughly, I pull out and set her on her feet. Reap looks up at me from her five-three frame and growls back at me.

She’s fucking adorable. At least, to me, she is. Reap may be small, but she scares the shit out of most men.

I slap her ass, then grab her waist and turn her around. “Hands on the wall,” I hiss in her ear.

Her little ass turns her head and glares at me, but she does as I say. I slap her ass again when she turns her head back around. Digging my fingers into her full ass, I spread her cheeks and plunge right in.

“Shit, Colin,” she sighs out.

“Fuck, baby, you know I love watching your ass on my cock. Make it bounce for me,” I grunt.

“Yes,” Reap moans and gives me a show. Her toffee brown skin swallows my thick pink cock, and the sight is glorious.

We are going at it for another ten minutes when my phone rings in my jeans that are still wrapped around one ankle. Reap reaches for my wrist and digs her fingers in. She turns to look me in the eyes.

“Don’t. You. Fucking. Dare,” she snarls.

I lift a brow at her. She knows when that ringtone comes through, I’m answering with no questions. It’s the prez.

I’m one of the Lost Souls enforcers. Fuck that, Reap and I are the most trusted club enforcers and two Squad members. We’re part of the foundation. Reap may not be a patched-in brother, but she might as well be. When Prez calls me, he knows he’s calling Reap too.

I reach around for her clit and pick up the pace. I’m close as it is. I can feel that she is too. I get us there in a matter of three more strokes, then I collapse to the floor, pulling Reap down onto my lap.

I fish the phone out and manage to answer it right before it goes to voicemail. “Hey, Prez,” I’m able to pant out.

King scoffs on the other end. “I should’ve known,” he grumbles to himself. “I need you. Suit up and head out. Gutter is heading this way with Sal, but I have a feeling they’re gonna need backup. Break out the toys.”

With that, Prez ends the call. I have my instructions and I know he will text me the rest. It’s the way things are done. I don’t need to ask questions. I have walked into fire for King and he knows I’ll do it again and again.

I kiss the side of Reap’s head. “Playtime, baby girl. Load up,” I rumble.

“Well, today must be my lucky day. A great fuck and I get to play with guns. Wooo whoo,” Reap chirps. “Let the church bells ring, my guns about to sing.”

I throw my head back and roar with laughter. My woman is a fucking lunatic, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. She’s right, though.

If someone is coming for Gutter and Sal, they’re about to meet the grim reaper in the form of a five-three, toffee, murderous vixen and a six-seven, unhinged beast.

Someone’s luck has just ran out.