Bring It On

Chapter 16

Anna-Lee's POV

We sat on the couch with my back against his chest. He only wore his briefs while I was in his shirt. It was storming outside, Metallica playing through the speakers of the surround sound. I had a small tray in my lap with the dice in it. We decided to start this by asking each other questions. If we weren't ready to answer that question we would say pass. "How long were you tortured," Reaper asked me. "They say three weeks, but it felt like months," I answered softly. "And you?" "A week and a half," Reaper answered. 

"When I first went to a party, I noticed that anytime you slept with a woman you'd come down, completely showered every time," I said to him. "Why?" "Pass," he answered. I nodded, not protesting. 

"Why can't you take baths or go swimming," he asked me. I debated on answering. "It's the same reason I don't let those I don't know or trust behind me. One of their favorite torture methods was having the chair I was strapped too sit on a platform, and they'd come up from behind and pull my chair back, causing me to fall into a large thing of water. Because I was strapped into the chair, I couldn't get to the surface. They would leave me in the water until I almost drowned every time. When I was first saved, it took me months to even take a shower because the water falling over my face would freak me out." 

He picked up my pink die and rolled it. It landed on oral sex. He wrote it on the note pad on my side of the page. 

"Did you get your tattoos and piercings to make your body look and feel different than when it did when you went through what you did," I asked him. 

"I started the piercings when I was younger after running away from home," he shared with me. "I started most of the tattoos after I was tortured. But yes I wanted my body to look and feel different than when it did during those times. My penis was the first one I had gotten done, because at first feeling the inside of woman's vagina was a trigger. Once I got the piercing though, it felt different enough since it was something new, that I was able to start having sex and enjoy it. It wasn't until I got my nipples pierced that I was able to let a woman touch my chest. Most times before that, I took them from behind to prevent them from touching me there." 

I took his die and rolled it. It landed on shower sex. He wrote it down on his side of the page. 

"What is the hardest thing you've done that you're happy you did," he asked me. I thought of the answer to that question. I have done a lot, but the top of that list was realizing certain feelings towards this man. "Falling in love with you," I said while tilting my head to look at him. 

"I can say the same," he said before lowering his lips to mine. The kiss was slow and sweet. He slipped his hands under the shirt as the kiss increased in intensity and passion. I moaned softly.

Neither of us bothered rolling a die, instead he moved the tray to the table and moved me so I was straddling his lap. He licked, bit, and sucked the skin of my neck and I arched into him. His hands removed the shirt to allow him to continue his exploration. Soon he was laying me back on the couch, his body settled between my legs. He decided he was too impatient to continue his foreplay and I was in full agreement. When he entered it was slow. Neither of us were rough. For the first time ever in our lives, we made love. It was soft, caring, passionate, and just as Earth shattering.

We were both panting, his cock still throbbing as he spilled his seed into me. "I love you," he whispered to me. "I love you too," I said back.

We then took our things upstairs and laid on the bed together, the tray of dice  and the notepad beside us. I laid on my stomach while he was on his side, his fingers tracing one of the tattoos on my back.

"Why the name Reaper," I asked him. "Because when I first joined I used to have this pistol that had a scythe on the side," he answered. I nodded with a soft smile, "How original." He smacked my butt, "Did you have any nicknames from your comrades when you were a Marine?"

"Temptress," I answered. "I was always tempting Fate with crazy schemes that some how went right every time. It was the one time I didn't make the plan most of my friends got killed and two of us got captured. Back then we all went by nicknames to try and keep our identities safe because of the dangerous missions we did. I was Temptress, Hilary was Torch, Lathom was Ralph, Donivin was Priest, and Lewis was Guard."

"Those are odd names," he said to me. "Who takes on the nickname Ralph?" I laughed softly, "It was after Wreck It Ralph. He was an explosive expert. Piper was Torch because she couldn't cook for shit and always looked like she took a torch to whatever she attempted. Donivin was Priest because he spent his time reading the Bible and praying when we weren't on a mission. Lewis was Guard because he always had his Guard up, even we were back state side. It was Priest, Guard, and I that survived our last mission. Guard had gone in guns blazing, not caring that he hadn't finished healing from his injuries during the ambush. By the time he saved us I was on the verge of begging for death while Priest had already gone insane from their torture."

I heard the sound of the dice rolling and him writing.

I looked at him, "What's your real name?"

"Blaise Murcher," he answered.

"How many four twenty blaze it jokes did you hear growing up," I asked with a soft laugh.

He chuckled softly, "Too many."

"What do you plan to do for the holidays," he asked me. They were around the corner and I didn't know if I felt like celebrating.

"I don't know," I said with a sigh. "My mother will try and convince Tanner and I to go home but after everything that has happened to me recently, I can't handle my mother right now. And you?"

"Usually spend it with a couple of hangers," he confessed. "This year, I was hoping to spend it with you." I smiled, "I think that can be arranged."

"Before joining the MC what did you do for the holidays," I asked. "Hide from my aunt as best as possible," he answered. "She was sexually abusive and I hated her. My parents died when I was a kid and as I got older she began to notice me." When he said the word notice, he used air quotes.

"She always drank during the holidays and declared I owed her for taking me in. When I turned seventeen, I finally had enough. I defended myself. She called the cops and claimed I attacked her. I said that she was trying to rape me. She laughed and said men cant be raped by women. The cops arrested her but there was no proof so the charges didn't stick and she came after me again. I ran after that."

I rolled his die and it landed on His Choice. I took the pencil and rolled wrote it down. "If I ever meet her, just know I'm gonna put a bullet between her eyes," I told him. She was wrong. Men can be raped in every way a woman can. A bodily function can happen against the mind's wishes no matter gender or what is happening.

He kissed my shoulder, "I won't stop you."

We continued our confessions till we were both in tears, replying with pass, less and less. We laid in bed that night, holding each other. I felt so fragile but the way he held me close with one arm around my waist, his other hand was buried in my hair. My head was on his chest while I was practically laying on him, with one of my legs going across him and my hand over his heart. He kissed my forehead, not saying anything. He didn't need to. I smiled softly before falling asleep.