undiscovered mysterious cove that held a beauty he had never experienced before.
The hungry movements of their bodies moving on the sheet showed the everlasting beauty that could be achieved when two bodies moved as one. Every stroke of his cock had them diving lower until nothing but the serene-turned-tempestuous passion had them grasping for something just out of reach, a feeling that was uncharted, neither knowing it was there until they found themselves in a place of such glorious beauty, unable to believe it existed until experiencing it.
Gasping for breath, Reaper managed to lift his head to stare down into Ginny’s eyes, seeing the tears sliding out of the corners.
“Did I hurt you?” Starting to detach himself, he stopped when she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“No. Did I hurt you?” she asked.
“No.” He couldn’t understand why she asked until she lifted fingertips from his cheeks to show him.
“Was that real?”
“About as real as you can get.” Kissing her tears away, he slipped his hand to her jaw to lift her face to his. “I never felt like that before. Not even—”
She pressed her fingers to his lips. “Please don’t say her name, not today. Please … I just want this to be between you and me.”
He gently clasped her wrist, feeling the bracelet underneath. “I wasn’t going to say her name. What I was going to say was not even in my wildest imagination.”
“Wild man, I find that hard to believe,” she teased. “You’ve been a Last Rider for a long time, even before you were engaged. I might not have gone upstairs, but I have ears. I came in early one morning and caught Lucky and Rider dressed as pirates, chasing Willa. I can totally believe you might have played a few of those adventures yourself.”
Bursting out in laughter, Reaper shook his head in denial. “Woman, I never played a pirate a day in my life, not even when I was a kid dressing up for Halloween.”
Narrowing his eyes at her menacingly, he raised her hands above her head. “But if you want to fantasize about having sex with a secret agent, then baby, I’m your man.”
Chapter Fifty-Seven
“Where’s all the jelly? I saw sitting on the counter yesterday.”
Ginny looked up from the frying pan. “I gave it to Viper. Silas is going to bring more from the storage building when he comes back this afternoon. There’s some grape jelly in the refrigerator.”
“It’s store bought. You took all those jars to the storage building. Why didn’t you leave one here?”
“Actually, two were meant for here, but when I asked Viper to take a couple to Lily, he asked for a couple for the club.”
“You gave them my jelly?” Reaper asked through clenched teeth.
“Technically, those jars are mine. I don’t understand what the big deal is. I have ten more jars in—”
“The problem is I don’t want Shade eating your jelly. It’s mine.” Knowing he was being ridiculous but unable to stop himself from making a bigger ass of himself, he plopped back down on his chair at the table to stare sullenly at the unappetizing toast.
Ginny placed a plate of bacon in front of him. “You could make yourself a bacon sandwich,” she suggested.
“You made some to send to Shade.”
Rolling her eyes at him, she turned toward the kitchen.
Pulling her down onto his lap, he forced a lackluster apology out. “I’m sorry.”
Winding her arms around his neck, she called his bluff. “You don’t look sorry.”
“I’m not.”
“Didn’t your mother teach you to share?”
“All the women in the club cater to Shade.”
Ginny frowned. “When I worked there, I didn’t see anyone catering to him.”
“I’m not talking the wives.”
“Oh … I see. The women who live there?”
“Yes.” He put his hand on the back of her neck, tracing imaginary circles in her skin with his thumb. “Don’t make him any more? Please?”
“I won’t make him anymore jelly. Satisfied?”
He stared at her suspiciously, trying to read her mind. It wasn’t like her to give in so easily.
“What are your plans for the day?” she asked, turning the tables on him by playing with his neck.
At her mentioning the day ahead, he switched topics, not wanting to discuss the two situations that he was going to have to straighten out before he returned. “I’m going to the clubhouse to have a talk with the brothers. They want to return a few of the gifts I gave them.”
“I bet.” She grimaced. “That’s one gift I’m glad I wasn’t on the receiving end of.”