Free REAPER'S KISS by Jaxson Kidman Page A

It was safe to assume my father was kidnapped or dead. It
left me wondering how to actually feel. How could everything just blow up like
it did? There had been some bad times but never like this. I wanted to cry for
my father but part of me was just plain angry. While I didn’t mind the company
of a sexy outlaw like Jace it was just hard to accept.
    The door opened to the house a
little after one.
    My door was slightly open as I sat
there.
    Just like the other nights Jace
came to check on me. That had to mean something, right? The door opened and
Jace stood there, looking roughed up and sweaty. His hand curled around the
door and I saw his knuckles. They were ripped open and bloody.
    “What happened?”
    “A little discussion on things,” Jace
said.
    “What does that mean? Did you find
my father?”
    “No,” he said. “But I found out
something.”
    “What?”
    “The car you saw was the same car
that went after my club. Took out the prospects.”
    “Okay… I thought…”
    “The driver was Frank,” Jace said
with his lip curled. “The man who had your father begging for his life.”
    My chest tightened. “My father is
dead, isn’t he?”
    “Either that or he’s in on it,” Jace
said. “The club is going to want to talk to you, sweetie. Get ready for it. My
protection only goes so far. Right now, this is a mission of revenge. I need
you to think long and hard about where your father could be. Just don’t lie,
sweetie. That’s all I can say. I’m worn out.”
    As he slipped away I couldn’t let
him go. So I called his name and he looked back at me.
    “Please tell me about your hand.”
    “You want to hear the story of how
I ripped an old lady out of a burning car to become the town hero?”
    “Is that what happened?”
    “No,” Jace said. “I punched a
fucking tree.”
    “What?”
    “The prospect… his funeral was
today. Twenty years old. Gone. I had to watch his grandmother put flowers on
his casket because his mother died five years ago. Imagine burying your kid and
grandkid. Shit like that doesn’t sit well with me. So I punched a tree.”
    “Did it help?” I asked.
    Jace flexed his fist. “No, it
fucking hurt.”
    Jace disappeared again. I heard a
door slam followed by the sound of the shower being turned on. That instantly
turned me on. I caught myself throwing the sheets off my body. Jace had just
shown me a piece of his heart. That he could feel pain. It made the outlaw seem
a little more human.
    I put my feet on the floor and
walked toward the door. I bit my lip and dared myself to do it. To go after
Jace. Our connection was strong. He was suffering just like I was.
    When I found the bathroom door
unlocked, I knew I had my sign.
    I opened and peeked inside. I saw
Jace standing at the shower, beautifully naked. His back was cut with heavy
muscle, cascading down to his ass. Two steel like cheeks that were the support
for strong legs.
    He had his hands in the water,
rinsing off the blood. Then he reached with his right hand and ran it through
his hair. Water dripped down in between his shoulder blades. I watched the
droplet run down and I licked my lips, wanting to taste it. Wanting to taste
all of Jace.
    I stepped forward but froze in
place when I saw Jace’s hand reach between his legs. All I could see was his
back, but his muscles were flexing, and I knew what he was doing. My mouth fell
open, realizing he was jerking off.
    So I stood there and enjoyed the
scenery but knew I had to make a move. Get away or get involved.
    I wanted to get involved. I
wanted to touch him.
    I stepped forward and took the huge
risk by touching his back with my left hand. Jace let out a groan and sigh and
his hand left his body. I gently pressed my lips to his back and kissed him.
    “I’m here, outlaw,” I whispered.
    I felt bold. I felt wild. Shit, I
felt sexy. I never got to feel sexy.
    Every muscle in Jace’s back tensed
up as I slid my hand around his body.
    I traced the lines of his