Reaper's Salvation: A Last Riders Trilogy by Jamie Begley (read a book TXT) 📗

not wanting to ruin the tender moment by making him nauseous.

Loving Gavin did have its drawbacks, but damn, when he let his guard down, however small, it was like discovering a whole new universe.

“I’d like you a whole lot better if you quit dragging me into your lamebrained schemes.”

“They aren’t lamebrained,” she denied, rubbing her cheek against his. “They are carefully thought out.”

“Really?” Gavin pulled her away from him to give her a small shake. “If the hot cornbread fucking messes you have dragged me into, not once, not twice, but three times now, have been carefully thought out, then I won’t live to see what the fuck you get into when you’re flying by the seat of you pants.”

“You’re back to not liking me again, aren’t you?” she asked dolefully.

“Ginny, I’m being serious.”

“I know you are.” Pulling herself out of his arms fully, she laid back down on the bed on her stomach. Then she reached behind herself to lightly spank her bottom, trying to lighten the mood. “Go ahead. I won’t stop you. I deserve it.”

Gavin frowned down at her, his eyes going half-mast while his expression turned icy. Then, twisting himself off the bed, he removed his pants and shoes.

Recognizing she was clearly out of her depths, Ginny took a gulp of air and started to roll from the bed. A hand on the small of her back prevented her from doing so.

“Oh no, you don’t. Clearly, you haven’t learned your lesson. Silas must have worn your ass out to keep you off the roof.”

A spurt of relief poured through her when he flipped her onto her back.

Women who found it sexually exciting to be spanked was a mystery to her. Obviously, they had never been spanked by Gavin, or they had masochistic tendencies and needed counseling.

“Luckily for you, I never really believed corporal punishment works, especially when someone really wants to deny someone’s authority over them.”

Ginny really didn’t like the direction Gavin was heading. “No one is the boss of me.”

Gavin stared at her sternly. “I beg to differ.”

Yeah, she really didn’t like where this was going.

“Especially where your safety is concerned. You can be cute all day if you want to be, but when you think of placing yourself in front of me because you think I can’t deal with the repercussions, then woman, you’re barking up the wrong fucking tree.”

Gavin moved to the end of the bed while keeping his hand on her abdomen to keep her in place.

“Gavin …” Her eyes widened when he got to his knees on the carpet, then started pulling her along the mattress toward him. “What are you doing?”

“Like I said, I’m not a fan of corporal punishment. Using pain to teach a lesson has proven ineffective. Studies have proven something else works better.”

“Like what?”

“Pleasure. Have you ever heard the saying that too much of a good thing can be painful?”

Ginny frowned. “You mean the old saying: too much of a good thing can be bad.”

Gavin gave her a smile that had her toes curling in fear. “No. I meant painful.”

Chapter Ten

“There are different levels of pain,” Reaper began his lesson. “Level one is cause—how you brought the pain on yourself.”

“The pain on my bottom was caused by your hand. Cause and effect. You mean like that?”

“My soul mate would fight to stay with me,” Reaper continued his lesson as if she hadn’t spoken, pulling Ginny’s panties off before placing a leg over each of his shoulders, effectively baring her pussy to him, “because she would know how badly it would hurt me to lose her.” Throwing her own words back at her, he slid his hands to her hips, lifting her pussy to his mouth. “You fought for me to recognize we’re soul mates. Then the day after I do, you desert me, leaving me to find out you aren’t the woman I believed you to be.” He moved his mouth to the side of her thigh, trailing his tongue upward. Reaper could feel her muscles trembling under his touch.

“I didn’t do it to hurt you … I did it so you could have the life you wanted with Taylor,” she gasped out when he blew on the curly hairs shielding the pink flesh he wanted to part to allow him access to the glistening fruit that was hidden beneath. “Two weeks ago, you wanted to die because you couldn’t have the life you wanted with her.”

Pressing her clit between his lips, he gently bit down, holding her still when Ginny would have twisted away. He scooted closer to the bed, releasing her clit to slide his tongue through the crease between her thigh and pelvis.

“Every time someone tries to make life easier for me, it goes to shit. I’m not a fucking cat or dog who needs someone to watch out for them. I’ve spent the better part of my life proving myself to Viper. I’ll be damned if I spend the last part proving myself to you or anyone else.”

“You don’t have to prove anything to me!” Ginny tried to sit up, but Reaper moved his mouth back to her pussy and took her labia into his mouth.

“Stay still,” he ordered, and she froze beneath his touch.

“You wouldn’t hurt me.”

“No, I wouldn’t.” Sliding his tongue between her petals, Reaper laved her opening before going to her other petal to lightly bite down. “But there are different levels of pain. Some pain can be sweet ….” Releasing her labia, he tenderly licked the petal before sliding his mouth over her opening to the other and then he bit down again. Holding the pressure for a scant minute, he then repeated the motion until it became harder to hold Ginny still. “Which brings me to level two—awareness.”

After the tenth time, he started stroking his tongue inside of her, each time going higher before retreating to one of her petals.

The night before, when they’d had sex, he had gone slow, aware it was her