Dylan's Reaper: Soul Reapers #3 by J.D. Lowrance

and more that I would
never be satisfied. This waiting on her shit was for the birds. I was used to
taking what I wanted and I wanted HER.
    “ All ready. ” My voice cracked on the
last word, showing how affected I was by her. Her mere presence back at the
safe house was enough to get me going, but Dylan like this - playful, flirty,
interacting with me - was too much. Dylan may be the new MC princess, but she
was my princess first and damn if I did not want to make that claim to every
brother in this club.
    “ Any more plastic bags? ” she asked, gingerly
holding up her arm. The good doctor had come and put a cast on her after her
first night at the clubhouse.
    “ Let me check, ” I said as I crouched
down looking in the cabinets under the sink. “ This
is all I got. ” I
handed Dylan a small, clear trash bag that I used in my waste basket.
    “ That ’ ll
work. ” Together we got her
cast wrapped. I helped Dylan off the counter and was turning to leave when she
quietly asked, “ Could you help me get
this off? ” I
froze. Holy shit.
    Dylan was fidgeting with the bottom of my t-shirt
that she wore when I turned to face her. Her eyes on the ground, cheeks pink,
the picture of innocence. My cock swelled at the sight. “ Of
course. ” My voice rough with
arousal from what I could only imagine she was like under that oversized
t-shirt. She started to lift the hem, when I stepped into her space. “ Let
me. ” A slight shiver from
Dylan had me believing she wanted this just as much as I did.
    I made quick work of removing the t-shirt as she
shimmied out of her panties. My eyes stayed glued to hers as I backed up to the
bathroom door. I knew she needed privacy, but damn if my feet did not weigh a
ton as I tried to give it to her. My heart hammered in my chest, as the rest of
my blood raced south. Her usually stormy grey eyes were now clouded with lust
and need, making my cock rock hard.
    “ I ’ ll
wait out here in case you need me, ” I croaked. Dylan nodded
in response as I forced my feet to turn and carry me out of the bathroom,
closing the door behind me. Clenching my jaw and my fists, I paced from my
bedroom to the bathroom; back and forth, back and forth. I heard the toilet
flush and then the shower door, which indicated she was in the shower. These
thoughts did nothing to calm my racing heart as I pictured water touching every
inch of her body that I wanted to lick. I did not know how much time passed
until I heard the whisper of my name from the bathroom. It was like being
called home. I rushed back and right before I tore the door off the hinges, I
stopped and took a deep breath.
    But damn if it helped, because what I found in that
bathroom stopped me dead in my tracks. My princess was standing naked in the
shower. The water was off, but leftover drops ran down her body as one joined
with another. I followed several tracks down her body. The water cascaded over
fading blemishes, bruises and burns, turning my ache for her into the need for
revenge. Finally my eyes found hers and my breath stilled at how she looked
back at me . . . with wanting. I tried to cover my anger at seeing her body
still injured, but it was too late. Her eyes turned from bright to dull and
lifeless. Dylan mistook my anger for disgust as she closed herself off from me.
    “ I need a towel. ”   Dylan turned to the
side to avoid looking at me. I reached under the counter and grabbed one for
her. “ Thanks, ” she whispered as I
wrapped it around her shoulders. My hands shook as I finished. I nodded, too
angry at the Hellhounds for taking this moment away from us and too affected to
say anything.
    Dylan took a step out of the shower and pitched
forward right into my arms. “ Are you ok? ” I scowled.  Again my
anger at what was done to her mistaken for anger at her.
    “ I tripped, ” she spat.
    “ Let me carry you. ” I did not wait for a
reply as I swept her up in my arms. It felt like the most natural thing I had
ever done