Page 38 of The Biker’s Guilty Pleasur

“She die of an overdose?”

“I had no choice. There are people with power and if I don’t do what they want, I’ll lose my job or worse.”

“And if you obey, you get perks like this fancy house of yours,” Reaper said.

He shrugged.

“I want the name. Who told you to fuck with the autopsy report?”

“I can’t...”

“Excuse me? Do you think you’re safer with them than me?” Reaper used the plyers and began to crush the coroner’s finger. He didn’t have to go far because he started screaming the judge’s name like a little bitch.

“Good boy. I already knew the answer. Just wanted to hear you say it. Now one more question, then you can go jerk off with a matcha latte,” Reaper said. “How did she die? Really die.”

“Single gunshot to the back of the head.”

****

Grace couldn’t sleep, not with how much she was worrying about Reaper.

She’d already washed her face, put on her night cream, and brushed her teeth. Since then, she’d been pacing back and forth, half listening for the sound of a motorcycle engine.

Why couldn’t Heidi’s husband just leave them alone? They never threatened him or pushed his buttons. They had a job to do and nothing more. She wasn’t sure what he could possibly want from them. Heidi hadn’t given them a bag of cash or some golden statue. She was just a frightened mom hoping to start over, like so many others.

She rubbed Bob’s head when he jumped up on the bed to get closer to her. “You’re such a sweet boy.”

Then she heard her door handle rattle and she whirled around.

It was him.

“Reaper!” She ran over and threw herself at him. “I didn’t even hear your bike.”

He smelled like the fresh outdoors, and his leather creaked as she held him.

“Told you I’d be back tonight.”

She couldn’t stop smiling after worrying for hours.

“Did everything go well?”

“Yeah. Everything’s good.”

“I knew it,” she said.

“I’m a man of my word,” Reaper said, cupping one of her cheeks in his rough hand. “Remember what I promised you?”

She bit her lip. Of course she remembered. Reaper’s body was rock-hard muscle and made for pleasure. The things he could do with his hands and his tongue were unreal.

“I remember.”

He reached down and slipped his hand under her nightie. “No panties?” He used two fingers to impale her pussy. She gritted her teeth because the pleasure was already unravelling her. She’d been ready for him. Hoping he’d be home safely and back in her bed.

He walked her backward, step by step, his fingers still inside her.

“Are you going to let me play?”

“I’m all yours.”