Reaper's Salvation: A Last Riders Trilogy by Jamie Begley (reading e books .txt) 📕

his mouth, swirling his tongue over the delicate flesh, while squeezing her other breast in a tight grip to get the blood rushing to the nipple. He then broke the suction on the breast in his mouth to switch targets. Ginny gave a hiss of air when his mouth hovered over her straining tip.

“No fair.”

Reaper barely let his lips touch her nipple without exerting any pressure. “What’s wrong?” He grinned, knowing full well what was irritating her.

“You’re teasing me.” Ginny strained upward, trying to get him to open his mouth.

Reaper flexed his hips upward. “I wouldn’t call this teasing.”

“My nipple,” she gasped.

“What do you want me to do?” He teased her by lifting his lips higher away from her nub.

“Suck it.”

Reaper laughed at the uncomfortable demand. Ginny was more like Willa than her own sister, T.A. She was a prude when it came to dirty talk, and he couldn’t help but be charmed when she would finally slip and reveal her own desires.

He lowered his mouth to place it over her nipple as he slowly built up the speed of his thrusts.

“Harder,” she demanded.

“Which one? You want me to suck your nipple harder or fuck you harder?”

“Both!” She pressed the balls of her feet on his ass harder as she bucked under him.

Pounding inside of her, he tightened his mouth over her breast, giving her the pressure she needed. Feeling her spasming pussy on his cock, he gave in to his own climax, only removing his mouth when he felt her ecstatic thrusting ease into intermittent shudders.

Using his thumb to rub back a strand of her hair clinging to her parted lips, he gave her a kiss before disengaging himself from her body to lift her into his arms. Ginny gave a shrill squeal when he jumped into the cool water. Giving him a dirty look when she came up for air, Reaper did a backstroke away from her, dodging the playful punch she aimed at him.

“Jerk!”

“That wasn’t what you thought a second ago when I was fucking your brains out,” he taunted.

“Wild man, you’re good, but you’re not that good,” she taunted back.

Reaper turned onto his front in the water and, in one move, did a flip to dive under the water just to come up under her. Taking her by the waist, he lifted her up until she was above him, staring down at him.

“What’d you say?” Giving her a mock threatening look, he dared her to repeat her taunt.

Her lips pressed together in a stubborn line. “Nothin’.”

“You sure you have nothing else to say?”

“Pretty sure.”

Slowly lowering her back down to the water, he gave her a satisfied smile.

A splash of water aimed directly at his face interrupted his triumph.

Grabbing Ginny’s wrist before she could splatter him with more water, they started wrestling in the water, each of them trying to dunk the other. When Ginny slipped behind him to use all her strength to press down on his shoulder with her hands, Reaper turned his head to eye her quizzically.

Out of breath, Ginny laid her head on his shoulder. “Trying to dunk you.”

“That’s was a fail.” He snorted sarcastically.

“I wasn’t trying hard.”

“Seemed like you were.” Unable to keep from laughing, Reaper reached behind him, snagging Ginny’s hands to float her in front of him. “You’re a nut.”

“And you take life too seriously,” she rebutted. “We can be serious when we go back to Sherguevil. Sweet man, come out and play with me,” she called out coaxingly as if their bodies weren’t intertwined to stay afloat.

Reaper felt a sharp stinging pain from inside his chest. He had never felt the strange pain before and was nervous to take a deep breath, wary of the ache hitting him again.

“Aw … look, Gavin. Isn’t that pretty?”

Reaper turned his head to see where Ginny was pointing, only to find himself sinking under the water. Kicking upward, he shook the water out his eyes and saw Ginny swimming away from him, gloating laughter reverberating around the secluded falls. Dunking him should have set off alarm’s bells after the game Slate used to torment him with, yet hearing Ginny’s at her out maneuvering him only soothed his soul.

The momentary pain in his chest gone, Reaper gave chase after the water nymph, his own laughter filling the air as he pursued her. Reaper had to admire her, it took all of his skill to keep up with her. He had a natural affinity for water as did Ginny.

In olden times, sailors had been warned about sirens and their ability to steal a man’s soul with the sound of their voices. Reaper knew his thoughts were fucking ridiculous, blaming Ton who had spoon fed him old legends from Greek mythology of sirens who had healing powers derived from the water to heal the warriors they protected.

Using the rocks near the base of the waterfall, he was able to corral her by the waterfall, rocks, and him. Inwardly congratulating himself that he had her boxed in and would be able to outswim her to the open side, Reaper drifted closer to her.

His win of their game was within reach, until the water nymph spun in the water, her hands going to a large rock, intending to clamber up it.

“No.” Reaper’s voice sternly rang out to bring the game to an abrupt end. “Come here.”

Ginny paused, turning her head to look at him from over her shoulder.

“I don’t want you climbing on those rocks. They’re too slick.”

Ginny turned back to the rocks as if to ignore his warning.

“Come. Here.” His voice went deeper, darker. “Now.”

Ginny made a face at him, turning in the water to swim toward him. “I wasn’t going to get hurt.”

Reaper hooked a hand around her neck to pull her closer to him. “So we don’t have to keep arguing over this, I’m going to make this rule plain and simple. It doesn’t matter what you think, it only matters what I think when it comes to your safety.”

“I’ve already told you I disagree