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Chapter Four
Swan
I woke as a vicious orgasm crashed through me. My legs were spread wide, my knees bent. Reaper was between my legs, his mouth latched on to my pussy as he drank from me with a groan. When he flicked my clit with his tongue, I exploded again. The pleasure I got from this man wasn’t like anything I’d ever thought possible. If I’d known anything close to this was possible, I’d have given up my virginity at the first opportunity. But I suspected any pleasure I got was more because of the man than anything else. Reaper was experienced in pleasuring a woman, and I wasn’t experienced in receiving. Naturally, he’d be a little overwhelming. But I loved every blistering second of it.
“Reaper,” I sighed. “God!’
“You awake now, baby?” He chuckled, crawling up my body, trailing kisses in his wake. He’d stripped me completely so that my body was bare before him. He was shirtless, but still had on his boxer briefs. All that yummy, inked skin was on fine display. Heavy muscles played beneath his skin just beckoning me to touch.
My hands went to his shoulders, and I rubbed them over his upper arms before moving back up over his shoulders to his chest. “You’re beautiful,” I whispered. “I’ve never seen a man like you before, Reaper. Never knew a man could be so wonderfully built.”
“You like what you see?” Could he look any cockier? Probably not. But, fuck, the man had a right to be proud of his looks.
“Absolutely.” It came out a purr as I hooked my hands behind his head and pulled him down for a kiss. I met him halfway, needing to kiss him as much as I needed to breathe.
Reaper swept his tongue into my mouth, and I opened willingly. I tasted myself on him, and it was the most erotic taste, a heady mixture of me and him. Each caress of his tongue sent a shiver through me. My hips thrust at him, and I slid one leg over his hip, digging my heel into his ass.
“My little Swan is greedy for me,” he growled. “Wanting my cock, are you?”
“Yes, Reaper,” I gasped. “It feels so fucking good!”
“Imagine how much better it will feel when I fuck you. Slide my cock inside your tight little pussy and fuck you with it. Will you scream?”
“You know I will!” I was barely holding it together as it was. It was entirely possible I could come just from listening to him talk dirty to me.
He chuckled. “Yeah. You’re not a quiet lover. I love that you never leave me wondering if I’ve satisfied you.”
“Are you going to fuck me now?”
He flexed his hips, rubbing his cock over my pussy through his boxers. “Not yet, baby. We’ve still got a talk to have. But I’ll make you come again.” As if to emphasize his commitment, he rocked against me over and over, putting that much-needed friction on my clit again.
Pleasure built inside me. The kind I had no hope of fighting off. Like I’d want to! Reaper was introducing me to a whole new world. One I was loath to leave under any circumstances. It made me wonder whether my decision to stop treatment and just live the rest of my life had been the right one. I mean, if I had continued treatment, I wouldn’t have met Reaper, and none of this would ever have happened. But what about now?
Just as I was having the epiphany of my life, an orgasm ripped through me, and I could no longer think. I clung to Reaper, shuddering in his arms as I cried out. My body seized, my hold tightening on him. I never wanted to let him go. Never.
“Reaper.” I gasped out his name. “Please don’t leave me.” I hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but once I’d voiced it, I knew I meant it. I’d beg him to stay even though it was the most selfish thing I’d ever done. He shouldn’t have to witness my decline. I knew from the hospitals I’d visited when my diagnosis first came down that cancer was never pretty. Especially on the young. My body was strong, my heart and lungs not affected. There would be no quick death. My body would fight for life as long as it could. I was under no illusion Reaper was so naive he didn’t know what he was getting into. The man was larger than life. Anyone could see he was world-wise. He still shouldn’t have to stay with me through all that. Yet, I’d just asked him to do just that.
“Never, sweetheart,” he said without hesitation as he kissed me, bringing me down gently. “I said you were mine. I meant it. That means I take care of you. I soothe your fears. When I can’t, I hold you and make sure you’re not alone.”
“It’s a shit detail, Reaper,” I said, needing to make sure even though I knew I’d do anything to get him to stay with me through this. “It’s not going to be pretty.”
“I know, baby. I’m not going into this with blinders on. The rest of the afternoon, I need you to talk to Fury. He’s our club doctor, remember? He wants to examine you and try to determine if the tumor has grown. He admits it’s not going to be very accurate, but it will help later when Doc gets here. So, we’re going to think about it for the next couple of hours, then we’re going to plan the first thing on your bucket list. We’ve got full days ahead starting tomorrow, and I won’t have it interrupted with thoughts of the future. You get me?”
“But I haven’t shown you my bucket list yet.”
He grinned, a cocky smirk that would have set me teeth on edge if I were a stronger woman. Instead, it curled my toes. “Baby, you told me where it was, and I violated your privacy and rifled through your backpack. I took that fucking notebook and started making plans.”
I laughed. “You know there’s no way to do all that shit. Most of it was just stuff I’d written down as a wish list. Something to keep from going crazy.”
“You leave it to me. We’ll go through as much of it as we can.” He kissed me again. Gently. Comforting. All the while, one brawny arm held me tightly as he rolled us to our sides so his weight no longer pinned me to the bed. He didn’t let me go, though. Just continued to kiss me, to praise me softly, telling me not to worry about anything. He’d take care of it all.
I must have truly surrendered to him then, because the weight I’d been carrying for the last few months seemed to lift. I looked up at Reaper, and he smiled. There was no reason to believe he meant what he said. That this wasn’t all some kind of cruel joke to him. But I was taking a chance. I was going to embrace him and take everything he said at face value.
“Do you promise to tell me if it gets to be too much and you need out? I’ll understand when it happens, but I’m not sure I could take it if you just ghosted. Just… just tell me when you need to leave.”
Did I imagine it or did he look disappointed? “Baby, I ain’t gonna leave. It’s not going to be too much. And if it is, I’m not a big enough bastard to leave you to it by yourself. I’ll need you as much as you need me. I understand you can’t believe me yet. But I swear, I’ll get you there. You’re mine. I’m yours. Accept it.”
For long moments, I just stared into his eyes, unsure what I was looking for but needing something. There was a quiet resolve on his face. He meant what he said. Whether or not he could follow through remained to be seen, but I had no doubt he intended to.
