Page 102 of Reaper Razed
“Fuck yeah, Squirt!” I wave over my shoulder as I’m already walking away from her. “Catch ya later!” She doesn’t say anything, just flips me the bird as she heads towards the garage, chuntering to herself. “There’s no way she isn’t mine!” I chuckle to myself as I push through the coffee shop door.
Ray
It’s the night of the ball, and Steel has been avoiding me, well, avoiding being alone with me, making sure I’m asleep before he comes to bed and waking up before I do. I mean, is he even sleeping at all? We’ve had conversations but only general chat with other people around, and I can see he’s hurt, and I want to explain. I just don’t think he’s ready to listen yet.
“Baby? Can we talk before I get ready for work?”
“Sorry, baby,” he says with a cold lint to his voice. Anyone else might not have noticed, but I do. “I have to head out. I’ll be back before you leave, okay? The dress and shoes were delivered. They're hanging in the dressing room. Oh, you’re gonna hate it, by the way!” He laughs humourlessly over his shoulder as he strides to the door, clicking his fingers, and Hades gets up and follows him.
Sighing, I head to the shower. Fuck my life right now. I scrub as hard as I can to try and wash the last few months of fucking shite off myself, but it’s still there, haunting me. Dante, Cade, JJ, Steven and now Steel.
They say there’s no rest for the wicked. Hades, I must have been an awful fucker! I mentally berate myself, trying to look for some positives in my life right now, and all I can come up with is Demi’s apple pie, so I abandon getting ready, and, in my dressing gown, I head downstairs to grab a piece.
“Holy hell! Why are you dressed like you belong in a mental institution?” Demi giggles as I walk in. She’s just getting ready to close, so I slide on the stool by the counter.
“I’m waiting for them to pick me up. I just came to get some pie and say goodbye.” I huff under my breath.
“Hey, what’s up? Trouble in paradise?”
“Yeah, it went up in flames a few days ago, and now we’re just tiptoeing around in the ash!”
“Damn, Ray, that’s… ” she trails off. “What do you need?”
“Apple pie!” I point to the quarter of the pie that’s left. “All of it!”
“Damn. That bad huh?”
“Steel wants kids. I said no!” I shrug. “Now he’s not talking to me.”
“You don’t want kids?” she gasps like it’s the worst thing in the world.
“I don’t want kids right now.” I shake my head. “There’s a difference. It’s just with everything going on, it’s just not a good time, but he won’t even listen to me. I just wanna wait six months or so and see if I can’t get shit sorted before then.” I shrug again. What else am I gonna do?
“Just give him some time. He’s stubborn.” She winks as she shoves the pie at me. She laughs when I slide the money out of my dressing gown pocket. “Now go get ready for work. Brans picking me up in ten, and we're going away for the weekend.”
“I love you. You know that, right?”
“I love you too, Ray. Don’t be too hard on him. He’s just a man.” She winks.
“Yeah, I know.”
I head back upstairs and get ready. I straighten my hair in a centre parting and slick the sides down behind my ears. I put all my black jewellery on as this fucking dress is an abomination, and I need to feel like myself. I wear my black chain choker and bracket with my studded bracelet and my black feather and skull earrings. I change my nose ring out for my black one, and I smoke my eye makeup and put on lip gloss. I look like a goth bride. The dress is a huge ball gown with a corset bodice, which pushes my tits up to my chin.
It’s a million layers of fucking tulle with a shimmer overlay. The corset back only covers half my tattoos, so I strategically lay my hair to cover the rest. Fuck, I look like I’m marrying Dracula. Well, fuck it. I step out of the room, and Steel’s waiting. “Fuck!” He grins. “You look… Fuck!”
“Fucking stupid is what I look like!”
“I was gonna say fucking hot.” He walks over and kisses me, smearing my gloss all over both of us and grinning as I roll my eyes. “Can we talk when you get back?”
“No!”
He frowns at my answer.
“We can fuck, because you’ve been nowhere near me in days, then we can talk!”
“Deal, but I’m still gonna fuck you now.”
He spins me in his arms and roughly bends me over the sofa, diving under the millions of layers of dress past my thigh holsters. One side holds my gun, and the other leg my knives. He groans as he runs his fingers over them, then reaches up, ripping my boy shorts down. I mean, who wears thongs? They’re fucking stupid. As I think that, his face is buried in me as he bites down on my clit, making me scream out before he forces two fingers inside me and jams his thumb straight in my arse. My knees threaten to buckle, but he’s got my whole body wedged over the back of the sofa. This feels like some kind of punishment, but the way I’m feeling right now, this is just what I need.