The Outcast MC - Reaper # 1

Chapter 12

Lying and acting come effortlessly to me. During my missions, I avoid investing myself in relationships. It's crucial not to let my primary objective be distracted. But then there are times when I meet someone exceptional, someone like Paige. How do I explain to her the lies I've told while on my mission? Revealing my true identity could jeopardize what we have between us. The person she fell for doesn't exist, at least not entirely. There's a part of me in Elizabeth, but I'm different. I can't control how I feel when I'm around her. Paige captivates me in every way. This meal is exquisite, and her personality is delightful. She's funny, witty, intelligent, and genuinely interested in various subjects, without any pretentiousness. The more time I spend with her, the deeper I fall for her.

Tonight, as she brings the dessert, I can't help but wonder if she planned this moment. Her lips brush against mine, surprising me. She sits back with a smile, her eyes sparkling.

"Doctor Wallace, I must confess, I'm experiencing heart palpitations. Could you, perhaps, offer me your medical opinion on their origin? Should I be concerned? Would you check on me?"

"No auscultation tonight, I'm not on duty," she reply.

"Such a shame. Tell me, is it the dessert, this delightful cake, or is it your lips that taste of raspberry?"

"You have keen senses, Elizabeth,"

"It's crucial in my line of work. It's getting late, and I should leave. I prefer to end on a positive note. Often, when expectations are high, disappointments follow. I must say, it's been a perfect evening, and you've had a long day."

"I'm not working tomorrow. Would you be interested in having breakfast?" she ask, hesitantly.

As I look at Paige, I wonder if she's offering me what I've been imagining. Will she reciprocate my feelings? For a few seconds, I'm left speechless.

"I didn't bring my pajamas or a change of clothes," I finally manage to say.

Yes, fine! I recovered quickly.

"That's alright. I sleep without pajamas. In fact, I was just about to do some laundry. Give me your clothes."

I've never experienced anything like this before, and I find it incredibly alluring.

"I'm embarrassed, Doctor. My body isn't very beautiful. It's covered in bruises," I admits.

"Embarrassed? I don't believe a word of it. Do you want to kiss me? Because I really want you to kiss me."

I place my hands on her cheeks and draw closer, our noses touching, as I kiss her passionately. This kiss is like a job interview, where making a good impression is crucial. When I sit back, I know I've succeeded, as she throws herself at my lips, wrapping her arms around my head."

"Do you desire me?" she asks breathlessly, her eyes filled with longing.

"Of course, Paige, ever since the moment I first saw you. But I'm injured," I confess.

"I'm a doctor," she responds.

Her words reassure me. I rise from my seat, pulling on my t-shirt and letting it fall onto the chair. She notices that I'm not wearing my sheath. She reaches out, placing her hand gently on my ribs and playfully wiggles her fingers.

"Are you alright?" she asks, concern evident in her voice.

"You're a doctor... and I want you."

Her desire ignite a spark within me. Without hesitation, I make my way through her house, unfazed by my attire of a skirt and sports bra. I had left my shoes at the entrance earlier, eliminating one more obstacle. As I enter her room behind her, I begin to caress her. My hands slide under her t-shirt, exploring her chest with anticipation. I can already imagine savoring every moment, kissing and nibbling on her delicate skin. I revel in the way she fills my hands, the way she responds when my fingers brush against her hardened nipples. Planting gentle kisses along her neck, I slowly remove her t-shirt, relishing in the sight of her bare arms and shoulders, which I shower with affectionate kisses. I appreciate their shape and softness, savoring the scent of the body milk she uses. Turning her around, I finally feast my eyes on her chest, planting fervent kisses upon it. Paige bites her lip, watching me intently as I lower myself to my knees, expertly unbuttoning her pants and pulling them down. A smile plays on my lips as I kiss the edge of her panties, teasing the skin beneath, before finally succumbing to the intoxication of her lips.