Bring It On

Chapter 7

Anna-Lee's POV

It fucked with me more than I will ever admit. I haven't been in a shoot out since I was captured. I didn't really care that it was bikers that shot at me or tried to do who knows what, but I care about the memories it caused to surface. I get Tanner's reason for not answering his phone. Bikes were loud, and so were the muscle cars at the races. Several of the cars were probably straight piped and those are louder than a tornado siren. I don't know why I hit him. I just wanted to hit someone to release that last bit of adrenaline. I knew I could get away with hitting him. It did piss me off that he was oblivious to the shit I had just gone through. I tried apologizing for hitting him, but he refused to let me, claimed I had every right to hit him, and it won't ever happen again. Afterwards he gave me a tight hug and apologized. I accepted it because I knew he felt bad. 

After that my nightmares returned with a force. I wasn't able to sleep without hearing my men and I being shot at, and when I closed my eyes, I saw them dying all over again. I needed some fucking peace. So I texted Reaper, telling him to meet me at the hotel when he had the chance. I was a patient woman, but I needed what only he could give me right now. 

I laid on the bed in the hotel in just my bra and thong watching TV when he came in with his room key. He looked me over as he put the do not not disturb sign on the door handle before shutting and locking the door. He didn't say anything as he took off his cut and hat, hanging them up by the door on the coat rack. I watched as he stripped down to his boxer briefs before he came over to the bed and kissed me. It was rough, tasting of tobacco and sin. It was everything I needed right now. When he broke the kiss he trailed kisses down my neck till he got to that sweet spot and bit the skin of my neck, leaving a hickey. I moaned as I arched into him, my nails digging into the skin of his back. He then took advantage of my back being arched to unclasp my bra before tossing it to the side. His hands then massaged my breasts as he kissed and bit his way down. When he took one of my nipples into his mouth I moaned at the feel of his tongue playing with the piercing. My fingers buried themselves into his dark hair. He did the same to the other nipple before making his way further down my body. He teased my other piercings with his mouth before getting to my thong. He was a savage as he ripped them from me, tossing the small scrap of fabric to the floor before settling between my thighs. His beard felt amazing on my thighs as he began to tease me. 

"Please Reaper," I moaned as I gripped the sheets. I wasn't in the mood to be teased. The look in his eyes was a silent promise. Then he began to devour me, pulling orgasm after orgasm from me till my whole body shook. He had held me down to ensuring he could enjoy my taste as much as he wanted. I laid there shaking as I watched him remove his underwear, revealing his clean shaven cock and balls, and the jewel pierced in the head of his cock. He put a condom on before he was between my legs. He put my ankles on his shoulders before he pushed into me. His thrusts were hard and fast, hitting the best spots repeatedly. His grip on my hips was tight as he forced me to meet him thrust for thrust. It was intense and amazing. 

When he changed positions, I was on my front, ass in the air. He buried himself deep into me, and I let the mattress absorb my screams of pleasure. He gripped my hair, pulling my head back, "I don't give a fuck about noise complaints, I want to hear you." He had growled it in my ear, and it was one of the sexiest things I've ever been told during sex. He then began to ensure I was the exact opposite of quiet as he pounded into me. He held my hips and rocked me into his thrusts and I thought I saw stars when I came. 

He pulled a couple more orgasms from me before he slammed into me one last time and began to fill his condom. He pulled out of me and I laid completely on the bed, panting. My limbs felt like jelly, and exhaustion was trying to take me. Intense sex plus nights of sleep deprivation left a girl in need of a nice coma. 

He laid next to me, propped up on an arm as he lit a cigarette, our room being one we could smoke in. "Why didn't you call me that day," he asked. His voice was soft and emotionless. "I didn't think you'd answer. The others didn't," I whispered. He gripped my hair and tilted my head so I could properly look at him, "I will always answer." From the look in his eyes, I knew he meant it. "Okay," I whispered. He released my hair and I laid my head back down with a yawn. "Why'd they attack me anyways," I asked him. "Your brother pissed off one of them by sleeping with one of their old ladies. They were gonna take you and make you into one of their prostitutes as revenge," he said. "He didn't know she was an old lady to one of them. So it wasn't really his fault if she hid their relationship." He had a point, but their reaction was a bit extreme in my opinion. 

"Any word on your truck," he asked me as he reached over to flick the ashes into the ash tray. "The body shop is still looking into a tailgate. Gonna drive Tanner's until I get mine back," I said, my eye lids began to close. He looked me over as he took another drag of his cigarette. Those piercing eyes of his were the last thing I saw before I fell asleep. 

When I woke up again, I was covered by the blankets, the lights off, but the TV on still. Reaper was gone. I looked at the clock and saw it was almost midnight. I closed my eyes and rolled over to get more sleep. The next time I woke up, it was to my phone ringing. 

I reached over and answered it without looking at the caller ID. "Where are you," Tanner asked me when I answered. "I met up with someone and got laid," I said while moving the blanket over my head, the phone pressed to my ear. "Why?" "I was worried," he said to me. "You were gone, no word on where you went, and you didn't come home last night," he said to me. I felt touched that he was worried, but I didn't mean to make him worry. "I'm in a hotel. Should be headed home soon," I told him. "Okay. See you when you get home," he said before he hung up. 

I sighed and let the phone fall to the side. I stayed like that for a few minutes before dragging myself out of bed. I put my bra on and had to go without underwear since that savage ripped my thong. I shoved the ripped fabric into my jeans pocket before putting my shirt on. If he keeps ripping them, I'm gonna have a lot of bras and no underwear that matches them. I put my socks and boots on before stepping into the bathroom. A dark hickey decorated the side of my neck and I didn't care. I brushed my hair with my fingers to get out some of the tangles before leaving. 

When I got home, Tanner was throwing a load laundry in the wash. He gave me a smile, "Enjoy your night." "Best I've had in a while," I said to him. "And you?" "It was fucking amazing," he said with a smirk. I laughed and shook my head before going upstairs for a shower. I stood naked in front of the mirror, looking at the various marks that he put on my skin. I bit my lip as I smiled. Last night was perfect and exactly what I needed.