The Reaper Incarnate (Reaped, #0.5)

by C.A. Rene

“First you can shower in there.” I point to the bathroom, and I open a drawer with some of my clothes. I have clothes at each of the guys’ houses. “Then you will sit in there while I wash this blood off me.” I throw a t-shirt and a pair of boxers at her. “Whatever,” she huffs and turns on her heel into the washroom. Is that blood on her thigh? I tip my head back on a groan and pray for my dick to deflate. I feel like I’m sixteen all over again. I hear the shower start and then her voice floats out. She’s fucking singing in the shower while washing blood off of herself, and she sounds like a dying cat. What fucking gets me though is how she’s so cool through all of this? Fuck it, the best way to corner someone is while they’re naked, and I can get some images together for my spank bank. I open the bathroom door and cringe when her voice gets louder. Is she singing Adele? Dear fucking god, she’s singing Adele. “I think you’ve broken every window in the fucking house,” I growl, fighting hard to hold in my laugh. “What’s that?” She pokes her head out around the glass door. “Are you offering to wash my back?” Fuck yes, I am. I may be suspicious of the hooker, but I’m a fucking man, too.