Reaper's Legacy
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I did. Then it hit me.
“Holy shit, you’re such a pig!” I said, stunned. “What kind of ass**le has fingerprints on his shoulders? God, are the women you screw so stupid they need a guide so they don’t fall off?”
His eyes widened, and then he started laughing. I ripped my hands away, glaring at him. I tried to get off, but he sat up and held my waist tight. Then he stopped laughing and smiled at me.
“First, some of them probably were that stupid,” he admitted. “But those are your fingerprints, babe.”
I looked at him blankly.
“You probably wouldn’t remember, but that night you had Noah?” he said. “You hunkered down on the side of the road and held my shoulders while you pushed him out.”
I realized what Ruger was saying, and I reached up, laying my fingers on the tattoos again. They fit perfectly.
“I don’t even know how to explain that night to you,” he said. “It was so intense, Soph. I had no idea what we were doing. I’ve never watched anything like it, never felt anything even close. You worked so hard to bring him to life. All I could do was hold you, hoping I didn’t f**k something up. You squeezed my shoulders so hard they hurt for days. You dug in your nails, you left bruises, the works. Christ, you were strong.”
I thought back to that night, remembering how I’d crouched on the side of the road. The pain. The fear.
The joy of holding Noah for the first time.
“I’m sorry,” I said softly. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
He snorted at me and grinned.
“You didn’t hurt me, babe,” he said. “You marked me. Big difference. That night was the most important thing that’s ever happened in my life. Holding you, catching Noah—it changed me forever. I didn’t want to forget. So when the bruises started to fade, I went and got them inked, so I couldn’t.”
“Damn,” I said, touching the spots lightly with my fingertips. “I think that’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.”
I felt him harden under me, and he smirked.
“Sweet enough to get me laid again?” he asked. “Because I’ve told the story to women before, and it works every f**kin’ time. Can’t get their pants off fast enough after that. Hate to think you’re the one girl who can hold out, considering it’s about you.”
I started laughing, and then he rolled me over, pinning my hands over my head. My laughter faded as his c**k found my opening.
“Love you, babe,” he said, sliding slowly into me. “Promise. I’ll always be here for you.”
“I know,” I whispered back to him. “You always have been. I love you, too, Ruger. And I swear, you tell that story to any more girls, I’ll cut that ink right off you.”
“Noted,” he said with a grin.
I reached up and kissed him as he hit bottom, slowly working in and out of me, grazing my clit with every stroke. I lifted my legs to wrap them around his waist, closing my eyes against the sun and letting the sensation of his thick c**k spreading me soak through my entire being.
I loved this man.
I loved how he held me, loved how he cared for my son, and loved how he always fixed whatever f**ked up, horrible things went wrong in my life.
As he rocked into me gently, I could hear the guests partying down in the courtyard, music drifting upward as people shouted and cheered and made the most of what had to be one of the last warm days of the year. Maggs was down there, and Em and Picnic and Dancer and Bam Bam … It wasn’t just Ruger, I realized. All of them had helped me, even when I’d judged them for being Reapers.
But the Reapers were part of Ruger, and Ruger was part of me.
He hit particularly deep, and I started laughing.
“What the f**k?” he grunted without pausing.
“You’re a part of me,” I said, giggling.
He paused, raising a brow. Then he rotated his hips slowly and deliberately, making me gasp.
“Damned straight,” he said, smirking. I grabbed his butt, urging him to start moving again, and he didn’t complain. Within seconds I’d forgotten about the party below and focused on the sensations building inside. He moved faster, plunging into me, scooting my butt across the blanket with the force of his thrusts.
“Shit, I’m close,” I muttered.
Ruger grunted, then pulled out of me abruptly, rolling to his back and gasping for air.
“What the f**k?” I demanded.
“Want to give you something,” he said, his voice tight. I sat up and glared at him.
“No. You have the world’s shittiest timing.”
He laughed, although there was definitely a note of strain in the sound. He shook his head, sitting up and leaning over to dig through the backpack he’d brought up with us. Then he pulled it out. A black leather vest.
A vest that said “Property of Ruger.”
My mouth dropped open, and I took a deep breath.
“Ruger—”
“Listen to me first,” he said, eyes intent on my face. “You’re not from my world, so you don’t know exactly what wearing a vest like this means.”
“Okay …” I said slowly, although I couldn’t imagine anything he’d say that would make me comfortable with it.
“You look at this and see the word ‘property,’” he said. “But what it really means is you’re my woman, and I want everyone to know it. I live in a harsh world, babe. A world where bad shit happens, you’ve seen that for yourself. But no matter what goes down, my brothers have my back. This vest means you’re one of us. Those aren’t just words, Sophie. We’re a tribe, and every Reaper in the club—men you don’t even know—would die to protect a woman wearing this vest. They’d do it because they’re my brothers, and because it means more than any ring ever could in our world.”
“I don’t understand …” I murmured, trying to wrap my head around his words.
“When a man takes a woman as his property, it’s not about owning her,” he continued, eyes searching my face. “It’s about trusting her. This is my life I’m handing you, Sophie. Not just my life—my brothers’ lives, too. It means I’m responsible for everything you do. You f**k up, I’ll pay. You need help, we’re there. You’re the only woman I’ve ever met that I’d consider giving that kind of power to. Hell, I’m not just considering it, I’m desperate for you to take it. I want you to wear my patch, Soph. Will you?”
I sighed, then reached for the leather. It was warm from the sun, and I ran my fingers along it, feeling the strength of the stitching. It had been made to last, no question. I’d be able to wear it for years. Maybe even a lifetime.
I looked at Ruger, with his strong hands that had caught my son at birth, and his smile that left me breathless. I knew my answer. No need to make it too easy for him, though …
“Can I ask one thing?”
“Of course,” he said, and I thought I heard a hint of anxiety in his voice.
“Was it really necessary to stop right in the middle of sex to have this conversation? I was almost to the good part.”
He laughed, then shook his head.
“I made myself a promise,” he said, looking almost sheepish.
“And that was?”
“I promised myself the next time I f**ked you, you’d be wearing my patch. I got distracted, though. You got really nice tits, babe.”
“You already screwed me once up here,” I said, trying to keep a straight face. “Why didn’t you just finish up?”
“Because I’m a dumbass,” he said, shrugging. “I don’t know. I realized you’d be exploding around me soon, squeezing my c**k like the world was gonna end, and I wanted you to wear my patch when you did it. Just sort of came to me.”
I held it up, considering it thoughtfully. Might as well torture him a bit, seeing as he’d left me hanging.
“Looks like a nice vest,” I said slowly. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
“Yeah, Sophie, I’m f**kin’ sure,” he replied, rolling his eyes. “So what’s it gonna be? Either you wear it and put us both out of our misery, or we both go home in pain and horny as hell. Because I’m serious. No patch, no dick.”
“Okay,” I said.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, seriously,” I replied. “Don’t look so surprised. You got a really nice dick, babe.”
I put on the vest, savoring the look in his eyes as he watched. It chafed my ni**les a little, and I bit back a laugh. Maybe Marie could give me some pointers on dealing with that … Then he pulled me up and over his body, lifting me just enough to slide the pierced dick in question deep inside. I braced my arms on his chest and leaned down, rocking slowly as I studied his face.
“So what do you think?” I whispered.
“Like how it looks on you, Soph,” he said, smiling up at me. “Great view. Of course, wouldn’t mind seeing it from the back. You up for some reverse cowgirl action?”
“First get the job done like this,” I muttered. “Then we’ll talk about getting creative.”
Ruger smiled and reached down between us, finding my clit with his fingers.
“That a promise?” he asked.
“Hell yeah.”
Epilogue
FIVE YEARS LATER
RUGER
“I’m gonna stick it in now.”
Sophie’s voice was soft and smooth, with just a hint of laughter.
Ruger smelled her special scent and felt a shot to his groin, the same as every time he’d seen her since that first night in his apartment. She was so beautiful he could die, and he still couldn’t believe she was truly his.
But why the f**k she thought this was a good idea he couldn’t fathom. She was moving too fast. They weren’t ready, he needed her to slow down, to really think about how this would change things between them. Being part of the club had opened her eyes, but there should be limits, too.
He scowled, catching her hand and stopping her mid-motion.
“Why can’t you just stay with me? It’s always worked between us. I don’t get why I’m not enough for you.”
Sophie rolled her eyes.
“Christ, Ruger, tone back the caveman for once,” she muttered. “You know I’ve wanted to try it for a while now, and it’s not like it’s my first time. It’s not going to change anything between you and me, babe. But I need this. You want me to be happy, you always say you want me to be happy. Sometimes that means giving up a little, taking the next step. Let me be in charge for once.”
Ruger closed his eyes for a second, taking in a deep breath. Then he opened them again and gazed at the woman he loved more than anything. She grinned at him, and holy crap, he loved that grin.
“Sorry, babe,” he said, leaning forward to give her a quick peck on those soft, perfect lips of hers. He had to trust her. Ruger forced himself to pull away, taking two steps back, gravel crunching under his heels.
“Ready?” she asked. He nodded tightly.
“Okay, then I’m gonna stick it in. Promise you won’t panic?”
Ruger rolled his eyes.
“I wouldn’t panic. I’m not a f**kin’ baby, Soph. Jesus.”
She didn’t reply, but her eyes said it all, and Ruger felt a smile creep across his face.
“All right,” he admitted, holding his hands up in surrender. “You win. I’m a big whiny baby and I just can’t handle the thought of you doing anything fun without me. I never want you to have fun, I just want you barefoot and pregnant in the kitch—”
“Oh, shut up,” she said, laughing. “Now I’m really doing it, and you’re just going to have to deal with it. Stand back. I wouldn’t want my big, bad biker man getting hit by gravel or something.”
With that she slid the key into the ignition, and the red-and-black Harley softail roared to life. The look on her face was pure delight, and Ruger had to admit that the sight of her on the bike was f**king hot. He couldn’t decide if he wanted her wearing more leather for protection on the road or less, because damn, she looked good when—
He cut off that thought. He needed to focus on his woman’s safety, not her boobs.
“Be careful!” he yelled. Sophie laughed as she rolled down the driveway, then gave a shriek of delight when she hit the road and tore off.
Goddamnit.
“I’m gonna f**kin’ kill Horse,” Ruger muttered. He hated this. Hated it. “Kill him and that f**kin’ bitch of his … always full of great ideas. She doesn’t need her own goddamn bike.”
“You shouldn’t talk like that around Faith,” Noah said, standing next to him. “She starts dropping F-bombs at preschool, Mom’ll shit bricks.”
The kid was twelve going on thirty, and in the past year he’d started shooting up into lanky adolescence. He was already getting phone calls from girls, which gave Sophie fits. Ruger was just happy Noah took after his mom in both looks and brains. Faith sat perched on Noah’s shoulders, watching Ruger with big eyes, same as her mother’s. She gave him a heart-wrenchingly beautiful smile, then opened her mouth and spoke solemnly.
“Fuckin’ kiw Howse,” she said.
Ruger sighed, then reached for his daughter, who climbed up him like a little spider monkey. He stuck his nose into her neck, smelling her sweet, not-quite-still-a-baby scent.
“You can’t win this one,” Noah said. “You know sooner or later Faith’s gonna say something where Mom can hear.”