***REAPER’S POV***
The sound of Blakely breaking down in the vast kitchen makes me rush to her before she slumps, using me as a support system, she breaks down in tears and seeing hethat way torments the shit out of me
“Hey, Sugar, no more sad tears, okay? I don’t want you crying,” I say encouraging he to stop crying.
When she sniffs, I hand her a handlerchief from my pocket and she blows in it.
“I shouldn’t put myself in positions like this and expect sympathy. You all shouldn’t even be opening your house and arms to visual strangers,” her muffled cries soaks my t-shirt as she blows in her tissue more.
“Zane kept you here, Blake. If he didn’t want you here, he should have asked me to get rid of you or take you back to your apartment,” I explain hoping that she understands.
It takes a moment to calm Blakely down and kissing her forehead, she looks at me through hazy eyes.
“I’m sorry,” she mutters.
“Why?” I ask my voice filled with concern.
“I’ve put snort on your T-shirt,” she cries out pointing at it and closing her eyes with her hands.
I laugh at how young and silly she is right now.
“Don’t be silly, Sugar, I don’t care. A little snort wouldn’t kill. Now, what about I grab a sandwich for you?” I ask looking back at the ladies.
They all nod with encouraged looks in their eyes. I love serving these people because they are my family now, and I would be standing in front of a moving train just to save any of them.
I grab a plate and serve her up. Placing her to sit by Gemma and Kayla, I kiss her forehead.
“Eat, Sugar,” I order softly.
I see her drown at my endearment and as she blushes, she picks a chicken sandwich and starts unwrapping it. When she takes a first bite, I walk to the fridge and bring out a bottle of orange juice.
Serving a glass for her, I kiss her head again.
“Eat,” I prompt.
When I look up, I have three pair of eyes staring at me in amazement. I see the questions in the back of their eyes and I know I have to answer some of their questions, thus, walking back towards them, I whisper silently.
“Outside please. Not here,” I motion at the people at my back.
Understanding dawns on them as they follow me to the corridor.
“I didn’t think I would see the day Reaper falls in love,” Cecily mutters giggling.
“Yes, same here. He looks so drowned in love. That is a good feeling,” Mia says clapping her hands.
It is Casey who brings us out of our relaxed mood.
“She helped Enzo get away with London,” she says matter of fact.
I cringe and the ladies stop, bringing eyes hoping on an explanation from me.
“I know about that, don’t you think?” I ask fiercely.
Of fucking course, I do know.
“Why will Zane let you keep her then?” Casey asks her voice broken.
Breathing long and labored, I manage to control that feeling of twisted pain I am feeling. And then I speak up enough to buy good face in front of these women I love with all my heart.
“She did a mistake, but Blakely didn’t know who enzo was and that he wasn’t there to play fair. She needed the extra money to get herself going with her baby sister. I think she is genuinely sorry,” I say.
“She worked at the club?” Mia asks widening her eyes in bewilderment.
I nod. “Dressed as a boy. She was the valet at the club and she left her sister with an old neighbor when she went out all night,” I say.
“Oh my God! That is bad, isn’t it?” Cecily demands starting to cry on her corner..
Mia give her a shoulder to lean on and weep for a while.
“Tell me, Reaper, where are her parents, any relatives?” Casey demands.
I get why she is asking the important questions, because she is the mother hen of the family. Casey would protect the shit out of you if she was comfortable with you.
And from now, I think she just wants to know if it is safe to trust someone who betrayed us.
Because of Blakely’s little act, London is going down for it now.
“I’ve not asked her personal questions, but if you want, we can go in there now and talk about it,” I say hoping it buys their trust.
Huffing, I am granted a cool smile as the ladies surround me in a hug.
“Why don’t we go there and make Reaper’s woman me of us? She deserves to be comfortable enough to stay because I know this man isn’t letting her go, especially after seeing how broken she looks,” Casey says a bright smile breaking through her pretty face.
“Thank you for giving Blakely a second chance, ladies,” I exhale, feeling comfortable about this.
**
Back in the kitchen, Blakely is finished with her meal and is cleaning her plate in the sink. Walking towards her, I take the plate from her and using a towel, I wipe it neat for her, placing it in the plate holder, I heave a sigh.
She is looking at her feet expectantly.
“Look at me, Sugar,” I urge.
Obeying, those perfect eyes stare at me and I gulp.
“Is this the moment where you ask me to leave?” she says her voice small that I barely catch it.
“Fuck no. But if you don’t mind, we can have a small chat, do you?” I demand waiting for the other pair of shoe to drop.
“About me?” she questions.
“Yes. The ladies are curious to know more about you, that is if it is okay with you. I don’t want you to do anything you aren’t particularly comfortable with,” I explain.
She nods positively and I relax visible.
Leading her to the chair, Mia sends Kayla and Gemma to the room.
The kitchen is now left for us and I grab a sandwich, taking a big bite into it.
“What do you want to know?” She asks staring at everyone of us at the table.
“Why you are twenty, not leaving with your parents but alone and disguised as a boy to make a living to support yourself and sister. Well, that is a good starting point, don’t you think?” Casey demands clasping her mouth in disappointment.
For a minute, I think this woman isn’t going to answer answer of the questions laid out to her but she surprises us all by drinking half of her drink then, replying us.
“My parents died when I was sixteen and my uncle took us in. We lived there with Gemma and since she was having a hard time settling in, Uncle George was bound to be hard on her and that is where the first verbal abuse started.
I thought it was a joke until he slapped me when I was explaining to him that Gemma was still a baby,” she breaks and the tears whooshes over her.
Wrapping her protective against my chest, she stares at me, her eyes locking in with mine.
“You are doing well, Sugar. Take your time,” I say warmly.
I want her to be comfortable when she gives us this important piece of her life.
Blakely starts talking again and I let he find the words she needs to share her story.
“I hoped and begged for the day I turned eighteen because that will make me legal. I took all the backlash from my uncle and on my eighteenth birthday, I took Gemma along with the small money I had saved away. We came here, and the only job available was that of a valet,”
“I had to change personalities real quick to suit what they were looking for. That is all you all should know about,” he finishes.
The ladies are crying, and comforting one another, I don’t even know how to feel about it, but I guess the grip I have over my throat will soon pass.
I wished I had taken a beer because this juice isn’t doing me justice, especially with how I feel.
“We are so sorry that happened to you, Blakely,” they all say rushing to hug her.
With open arms, they share shitty hugs and kisses.
“Come here, baby, you need to rest. Your body needs to heel,” he lets out.
Nodding, she says her goodbye and coming with me, I lead her to my room.
“Gemma…” she stutters and I cut her.
“The is with Kayla and Mia will take good care of her,” I reply.
Inside my bedroom, I sit on the bed and reach my hand out, grabbing it, I lead Blake to sit on my thighs.
My erection pokes at her and she gasps.
“You… Uhm, you are erect,” she says looking at me.
“This is what you make me do. A mindwhirl feeling and I don’t think I can ever take the look that passes through her pretty face.
“Shouldn’t you handle that?” she ask rubbing farther into me.
“I should, and you should stop rubbing your pussy in me, unless you want me to go crazy when I know I can’t have you,” I say, disappointment sipping into my voice.
“What? Who said you can have me?” she questions in shock.
“What do you mean?” I ask cautiously.
Blakely plays boldly as she turns around and look at me, her face showing her intentions.
“This,” she finishes, kissing me like this world rotates around her.
I enjoy the kiss and fuck me if I say I don’t feel passion twisting my cock harder.
“I love this, but you know we can’t do this right?” I let out.
“Why?” Blake asks her eyes staring at me frantically.
“Because you are a virgin. You are pure, darling. You don’t give out your virginity like that to anyone,” I mouth out.
“You are not everybody,” she says plainly.
“Fuck not,” I bark out.
She glares at me with shock. “You don’t Truly want me to feel the pleasure of knowing a man,”
“Why me, Sugar?” I demand.
Shrugging, she stares at me long, finding the answers to tell me.
“Because, I chose you. Will you make love to me?” she asks softly.
“Yes. But if it is too much…” I am being shut out by an alarming kiss.
“Just kiss me, please,” she begs softly.
Obeying, I suck on her lips, make her moan my name, she needs to know she belongs to me and no matter what happens, she belongs to me. In fact, why should anything be fucking happening?
“You taste good, baby,” I blurt out.
“Uh huh! Make me feel then, Trevor. I want your bulging cock buried in my pussy. Make me scream. Give me reasons to stay,” she cries out dry humphing me with a lot of energy.
If I didn’t want this, I swear, I would be pushing her away from me, but here am I, begging for anything, friction to come.
“I will come if you continue like this,” I warn her.
Blakely smirks at me as she adds speeds on her humping.
It is embarrassing enough to be doing this, but when this woman makes me shoot load of my cum in my jeans, I know I have to fuck her.
No, make love to her.
“Do you want it soft and long or hard and fast?” I demand starting to take her clothes off.
Her t-shirt slips out of her head, and bringing it to my nose briefly, she smells earthy. Like fresh lilies from a garden and it doesn’t make me stop from nuzzling her neck.
“I wouldn’t make you regret giving yourself to me, but you must know that when you offer yourself to me, you become mine forever. I get to control you,” I explain.
“I am ready to let someone else have the reigns of my life, so please,” he begs.
“Mine,” I murmur placing kisses in her hair.
“Yours,” she replies and I know this is us.