Connie.
I am dead on my feet as I ride the elevator to my penthouse. Just another day where I work way past my normal working hours so that I don’t have to come back to an empty apartment.
I miss Reaper a lot.
When I first laid eyes on him at the hospital after Ava got shot, I didn’t think much about the pull I felt towards him. Sure, the attraction was instant and I just felt like my soul knew him, but he was Reaper. The same man that had kidnapped one of my best friends.
If I’m being honest, I’d never felt for a guy what I felt for Reaper that first time. I don’t get attracted to a guy the first time I see them. It's something that builds up as I get to know them. With Reaper it had been different and that had scared the crap out of me.
I’d thought that first meeting was it. That it would be the last time I saw of him, and soon my attraction would be forgotten. Well, that was the plan, until he showed up at my apartment one night.
I should be ashamed to say that I gave it up that very night, but I am not. Reaper gave me the best fucking that I’d ever gotten in my life. After we were done and he was dressing, I didn’t feel bad. I got to cum and if I never saw him again then at least I’d have the memories. I would never regret allowing him in my bed without even getting to know him first.
I knew the kind of man he was. I knew he was the type to hit it and quit it. I was okay with that. I’d never done a one nightstand before, but I realized I didn’t mind that it was with Reaper.
He left that night, as silently as he came to my home. I never expected to see him again so imagine my shock when two weeks later he showed up at my door again. Just like the first time, we didn’t talk. Just got down to business, and just like before, the sex had been amazing.
This went on for a couple of months. He would come to me after two weeks. We would fuck and he would leave afterwards. No cuddling after sex. No spending the night. The moment we both orgasmed, he put on his clothes and silently left.
I know you’re probably wondering what the fuck I was thinking. Wondering how could I let him treat me in that manner. Like I said, I didn’t mind. I loved the sex. Loved what we had. I wasn’t looking for a relationship and neither was he. Our arrangement was perfect for both of us.
This went on for a couple of months. That is until, he decided to change the rules. I’ll never forget the night that started us on this journey. The night, instead of getting off me, pulling his clothes on and leaving. He pulled out of me, fell beside me and pulled me into his arms. He then informed he was spending the night. He didn’t ask for permission. Just told me what was going to happen.
I had started having feelings for him, but I think that night they became solid. That night, I fell for him.
He kept his night visits, but instead of leaving the moment he was done cumming, he pulled me to him and spent the night. He was gone before I ever woke up, but the more we spent the night, the deeper I fell for him.
I remember the first time I told him I loved him. It had been a year since he started the night visits and I had been so fucking nervous that I almost gave myself a panic attack.
I’d told him, so afraid that he would reject me. I knew the risks I was taking. Knew that there was a possibility he didn’t feel the same and that he would stop coming to me… But I am not the kind of person to wait. If something needs to be done, I get it done. I wanted to know if he felt the same, so I put my big girl panties on and decided I would tell him my feelings, and ask if he felt the same.
He had been shocked at first, but then a happiness took over his features. He turned me over, slipped into my already wet and sore pussy, and fucked me till I couldn’t think clearly. Just as he was about to cum, he whispered those three words back to me. I remember feeling like the stars had aligned as my heart filled with warmth.
Unlike before, he woke me up before leaving and made sweet, slow, love to me that left me aching for more of him. That had been might I say, the true start of our love story.
I smile at the memories as I enter the code to unlock my door. Entering my home, the only thing I can think about is sleep.
“Hello, darling,”
I stop in my tracks after hearing his deep and husky voice. I quickly look up to find Reaper seated on the sofa, his blue eyes on me.
I’d been so lost in thought that I didn’t even notice the lights were on.
With a joyous scream, I drop my bags, run, and launch myself at me.
“Oh my God, you are here!” I hug him, probably squeezing the life out of him.
I haven’t seen him in two months. That’s the longest we have gone without seeing each other.
“I’ve missed you so fucking much,” I can’t stop the tears that run down my face.
He gently pulls me away from him and stares at me. His hands come up and he wipes the tears as they continue to fall.
“I’ve missed you too darling, it’s been hell without you,” his gentle voice tries to soothe me. “You know it had to be done. I needed that hit on me gone so I can be with you anytime I want. I was tired of seeing you a few nights a month. Tired of not being able to take you out on dates. Tired of not being able to sleep and wake up beside you without worrying that I’ll be discovered. I was tired of not being able to be with you the way I wanted.”
I get it. It has been hard for both of us. All I ever wanted since I first realized I loved him, was for us to be together like normal couples. I hated that he was in hiding.
“I know,” I reply. “Is it done? Are you free now?”
“Yeah, my love. I managed to strike a deal with the F.B.I. I’m a free man.”
I can’t stop the grin. Some people will judge me for falling in love with a criminal, but I just didn’t give two shits. It’s not like everyone in our world was genuine in their business dealings. I knew of a few of my father’s associates that have illegal businesses on their side. Their legal businesses are just used as a cover up for their shady dealing.
I focus on my man. His eyes are shinning and I can’t help myself when I seal our mouths together.
Gosh, I’ve missed his taste. His kiss is consuming and there is nothing gentle about it. I like it like that. I love that Reaper can be rough at times.
I pull away panting, trying to catch my breath. It’s only after I feel the bulge underneath me, that I realize I was straddling him.
“So, it’s finally over?” I ask, just to make sure.
It’s been two long years. It feels like a dream.
“Yes, Love, it is.”
“Good”, I smile, “Because our baby needs his or her dad around.”
The way his eyes round is comical and has me laughing so hard, I almost fall.
“What did you just say?” he stammers. This is the first time I’ve seen Reaper caught off guard.
“Our baby needs their daddy around.”
“You are pregnant?”
I smile and nod my head.
His lips break in a breathtaking smile. Reaper is really goodlooking, but when he smiles, it takes his hotness to a whole new level.
His eyes move from my face to my stomach. He then places his hand on my belly.
“We are going to be parents,” he whispers as if he just can’t believe.
“Yes, we are.”
Gripping the back of my neck, he pulls me forward for a kiss that leaves me shaking with need.
“I’d planned to ask you to marry me after everything with me being back settles, but it looks like I’ll have to push that date up. There is no way our baby will be born out of wedlock.”
His words render me speechless. I open my mouth and close it. I can’t seem to form the words that I need to say.
Reaper doesn’t even give me the chance to get my thoughts together or think about what he just said. Instead he gets up and carries me to the bedroom where we celebrate his return and our little miracle, all night long.
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Hey Loves, I know I'd promised a few chapters on Reaper and Connie, but I decided against it. I realized there isn't much to their story so I decided to simply summarize it as best as I can. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Take care and stay safe.
