Free Ride and Reap by Angelique Voisen Page A

wrapping his arms tightly around
Reaper’s massive frame.
    “Reaper,” Kane murmured in his
sleep. Fuck, did Kane look tempting with his eyes closed. Feeling Kane’s hand
on his abs, Reaper froze when Kane dipped lower, to the hem of his jeans. With
Kane so near, clinging to him, his erection pressed up against his jeans. A low
growl spilled from his lips when Kane’s hand reached his bulge.
    “Someone’s hard,” Kane murmured,
lifting his head, half-lidded eyes looking at Reaper. His breathing hitched
when Reaper’s hand closed over his wrist. Thumb pressed against Kane’s pulse,
Reaper smiled as it began to race.
    “Tell me, baby. If I yank those
jeans away, is your dick eager and ready for me?” Reaper asked. Squirming, Kane
began to move away, but Reaper held him in an iron grip. “You’re supposed to be
getting some sleep,” Reaper said, letting the disapproval show in his voice.
    “How can I, when temptation is so
close by?” Kane sassed back, grinding against Reaper, and Reaper felt the ridge
of Kane’s cock rubbing against his side.   “What are you going to do, punish me?”
    Kane gasped when Reaper fisted his
hair, and lowered his head gently to his shaft. Eager, Kane licked at him, and
even through the denim Reaper felt the heat of his breath. “Give me.”
    Laughing, Reaper tugged at his
hair. “You don’t sound contrite, little human.”
    “Contrite? Big words for a biker,”
Kane threw back. To Reaper’s amazement, Kane used his teeth and mouth to
unbutton his jeans and unzip him to reach his cock. Not lacking for guts, Kane
turned his head slightly to look at him. “May I?”
    Grinning, Reaper used Kane’s hair
as a handle. As soon as Kane took his glistening tip into his mouth, and began
to sheath his shaft with heat, all reason fled Reaper’s mind. All that mattered
was Kane’s mouth, the muscles of his throat working furiously while he grew
hard and ready. Reaper tightened his hold on Kane’s hair. Understanding his
silent command, Kane gave up his control so Reaper could take over. Balls tight
against his body, Reaper thrust his hips into Kane’s waiting mouth, sliding in
and out, groaning at the slight scrape of Kane’s teeth.
    Christ, Kane would drive him crazy.
Once Reaper had a taste, he wanted more. Groaning, every muscle in his body
tense, ready to explode, Reaper didn’t need to give the command. Bursting, he
unloaded into Kane’s mouth. Kane didn’t spill a drop, mouth sucking on his
softening dick. When he looked at Reaper for approval, he startled at Kane’s
expression.
    Some of the fuck buddies, the club
whores and rent boys, Reaper occasionally took, always had that look in their
eyes—fear, cleverly concealed. He frightened them, although none of them had
the balls to admit it out loud. Those days were over for Reaper though. Kane
didn’t give a fuck about his reputation. Hell, Kane saw through all his
secrets, and never flinched once.
    “Thank you. You’re a fucking good
cocksucker, baby.”
    “That’s supposed to be a
compliment?” Kane demanded, raising his head.
    “Come on. You need rest.” Reaper
rose, offering his hand. Hesitantly, Kane took it, and let Reaper lead him to
the bedroom. Comfortable in Ezra’s sheets, Reaper automatically reached for
Kane, who happily snuggled beside him, like it was the most natural thing in
the world.
    Harsh knocks on the front door
sounded near midnight. Tensing, Reaper untangled himself from Kane, although he
was loathed to part with Kane’s warmth, who surprisingly liked to snuggle
against him, like a needy cat.
    “Reaper,” Kane murmured, reaching
out for the empty space Reaper left.
    Smiling, Reaper handed over a
pillow for Kane to hug. More insistent raps on the front door echoed from the
front room, but Reaper wasn’t worried. Someone who wanted Kane or he dead
wouldn’t bother with politeness. After shrugging on his jeans, Reaper headed
out, revolver in hand, just in case.
    Scenting the other