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“OK,” I said. “I’m going to choose to believe in you. Mostly because it feels good to not feel so alone and scared. I mean, I’m still scared, but it’s somehow easier to know I can cry on your shoulder if I need to.”

“Now you’re getting it.” He grinned. “Come on. Let’s get a shower and go see Fury. The quicker we can get that over with, the quicker we can make plans for tomorrow. El Diablo needs your input, and I don’t want to be interrupted once we start talking.”

“Well, that’s not mysterious or anything.”

“Hey. It’s your list. You wanted a romantic dinner for two? That’s being worked out first.”

“What?” My heart raced. “A romantic dinner? You’re really going to do this? Because I don’t want to go out with anyone but you, Reaper.”

“As if I’d let one of my brothers have the privilege. Already told Fury and Rycks to pass along that you belong to me. ’Cause I will bust a motherfucker up if he tries to make a move on you.” That got me giggling. I have no idea why, but I loved it. “Are you laughing at me?” He gave me a hard look, but it was lost on me. It turned my giggling fit into full-blown laughter.

“Not at all! You’re a big mean, scary biker! I’d never -- eek!!”

“Little witch!” Reaper proceeded to tickle me until I shrieked, squirming and fighting to get away. “Laugh at me, will you? I’ll show you!”

“No! Stop!” I squealed when he dug his fingers in my ribs.

“Not until you tell me you’re about to pee,” he growled. “You wanted to laugh until you peed? Well, here you go.”

“Reaper!” I continued to laugh, not giving in because it just felt too damned good to actually laugh uncontrollably.

He let it go for a long time. My face was hot -- I was sure it was beet red -- and I was breathing heavily. Reaper rolled over, pulling me on top of him this time. His arms held me close, and I kissed the skin of his neck where my head rested on his shoulder.

“You didn’t pee, but I think it was close.”

“Yeah. Not saying I dribbled. Not not saying it either.”

“I want you to always be happy, Swan. I want to always hear that laugh.”

“You make me happy, Reaper,” I said, still kissing his neck. “I never wanted to face this alone, but I hate that I’ve dragged you into it. Maybe it makes me a bad person, but I’m glad you’re here.”

“Honey, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now. No more talk about this. Let’s get a shower and take care of business with Fury. Then you have a decision to make.”

“Oh? What’s that.”

“Where to go to dinner tomorrow. Your choices are the restaurant at the Four Seasons or Mortons.”

I thought my eyes would bug out of my head. “Are you shitting me?”

“Not at all. And if I have to wear a suit, you have to get dressed up as well. The girls will be taking you shopping tomorrow. No arguments.”

“I can’t do that! That’s an outrageous amount of money!”

“Honey, you have no way of knowing this, but money is no object. We will fulfill as many items on that bucket list as we can and make more. Black Reign is very wealthy. Many of us are independently wealthy. So yeah. This is happening.”

“Well. Shit. Fine. But I expect sex afterward. And I don’t mean just me. You’re fucking me when we get home.”

“Honey, just try to stop me. After Fury’s done, we’re having our talk. Then I’ll be more prepared.”

“I don’t want you holding back, Reaper. I want it all. Just because I’m not as experienced as you doesn’t mean I can’t handle it.”

“I have no intentions of holding back. I just need to know how far I have to go to get you there. And I will get you there. I’m not going to hurt you in any way, but I’m going to make sure you get the full experience. I just intend to be careful doing it.”

I needed to think about that. I’d never heard of anyone being this patient. Didn’t men like to shock inexperienced women? Sure, he’d shocked me, but not in a scary way. He was bringing me into his world in stages. Even I could recognize that. The whole thing about not having condoms, while it might be true, wasn’t the entire truth. He could have gotten condoms at any time he wanted. He was giving himself an excuse to make me crave him so much he didn’t hurt me. I knew it the same as I knew my own name.

He led me to the shower. Thirty minutes and three orgasms later, we exited. I was weak in the knees but had a goofy grin on my face. Reaper just looked smug.

The walk to Furr’s clinic was done with me riding piggyback again. Reaper apparently saw me favoring my leg and just took matters into his own hands. Strangely enough, I wasn’t opposed to him making the decisions. Even little ones like this. And what did it really hurt? I was in pain. He could fix it.

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