Reaver has always been a little weird, a little strange, okay MORE than a little of each. His psyche cracked right down the middle a long time ago. He holds the official title of ‘Treasurer’ for the Sacred Hearts MC but he’s much more than that. He’s the club’s enforcer, the one they call on when things need to be done quickly, quietly, efficiently and have no traces left behind. Which is good for Reaver, very good, because it keeps the monster inside his head satisfied and in check for the most part… but then Hayden Michaels entered the picture and Reaver decided that he wanted much more.
The day was supposed to be the happiest day of Hayden’s life, instead it left her crushed beneath a pile of emotional rubble. Is it any surprise that Reaver would be the one to pull her from the emotional wreckage left behind? Sweet, funny, caring Reaver with eyes like the bluest winter skies and a smile that left her breath hitching every time he turned it on her. Trouble is, Reaver has a darker side, one that he has never given Hayden any illusions about. Will it be something Hayden can handle? Or will the cracks his psyche contains be the cracks in the dam that crushes her under a river of never ending pain?
“I’m tired of thinking,” I said.
“That’s what I told your man. You’ve been thinking too much,” I startled hard and the arms tightened around me.
“Easy L’il Bit. He’s watching us, he’s just back yonder. You’re safe.” I put a hand to my face and bowed my head.
“I’m sorry I thought you were him, you have that same stillness…” he chuckled.
“Stillness huh?” he asked and I craned my head back to look up at him. His eyes smiled as much as his mouth did. Jovial lines fanning out at the corners of his eyes, bracketing his mouth. I’d never been much for men with facial hair, but on Cutter, his close clipped beard looked right. I didn’t think he would look complete without it.
“Your man and I have been talking,” he stated dryly, settling me more comfortably in his arms. I let him. It was growing chilly as the breeze grew stronger. I looked out over the water at Mother Nature’s light show, which grew closer as the minutes passed, it still seemed a long way off yet though.
“Oh? About what?” I asked, genuinely curious but knowing the answer.
“About you, Beautiful,” he said.
“What about me?” I asked softly.
“About what you need and the best way of gettin’ it to you,” he said.
“And what do you two think I need?” I asked, already knowing the answer to that too but wondering to myself if they weren’t wrong.
“Baby you know as much as we do what you need. You’re getting a taste of it right now and you’re drinking it up like it was the last drop of water in an eternal desert,” he said and I blinked.
“What are you talking about?” I asked, genuinely perplexed.
“I’m talking about this,” he said and gave me a little squeeze.
“This?” I asked.
“Touch, affection… love, at least from Reaver anyways,” he said. I frowned and looked up into his tan and handsome face, some tendrils of his long brown hair had come loose from his pony tail and artfully framed his face in these fine curls that whipped sideways in the coming wind. He looked suddenly solemn.
“Let us take care of you tonight… what do you say L’il Bit?” he asked me.
I looked back behind us at Reaver whose expression was carefully schooled into a blank mask, giving nothing away. I beseeched him with my eyes and he started across the sand towards us. I looked up at him when he drew even with us.
“Cutter says I should let you both take care of me,” I said. Reaver’s smile was patient and kind and held just the barest hint of sadness.
“I think that’s a fine idea, don’t you?” he asked me. I tipped my head up and he brought his lips to mine, a careful, chaste press of lips.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I said softly against his mouth.
“You don’t have to do anything Baby,” Cutter said, “That’s the whole point. Let us take care of you, let us spoil you and hold you,” he pressed a light kiss to my shoulder, “and make you feel good,” he said.
“Let us show you how beautiful you are to us,” Reaver murmured and he kissed me again, only deeper this time. I kissed him back and gasped into his mouth when Cutter lightly nipped the side of my neck.
“Say yes,” Cutter pleaded and I looked into Reaver’s eyes, silently asking if this is what he really wanted because I was pretty sure it was what I wanted.
“I want you to feel good, I want you to be happy, I want to show you a good time tonight and later, much later when we’re alone I want to show you what it’s like to play on the darker side of things, like I started to before.” He swallowed hard. “I just want you to be happy Doll. I want you to look in a mirror tomorrow morning and see what we see every time we look at you.” I gazed up into Reaver’s so blue eyes, the firelight dancing along their icy depths. “Let us take care of you?” he pleaded and I nodded.
“Okay,” I said, heart in my throat. That sensation you get, not when you’re afraid, or terrified of doing something wrong, but rather the one you get when you’re in the front car of the biggest tallest rollercoaster you’ve ever seen, poised at the top looking down that long stretch of track just before you go over the edge and your stomach drops out. It was like that. It was like that a lot.
Text Copyright © 2014 A.J. Downey
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