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Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 33

Whelp... I figured out the transfer process of the transferring the handwriting to text to my Chromebook. Go me. So here's a bigger chunk of the story - close to my old length of writing.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. A good bit of this is smut. There's cursing and talk of gun running as well. Please be responsible for your own media consumption. Minors DNI.

Also - don't steal my shit. Just don't.

And if you could reblog it - I'd appreciate it. More interaction means more motivation to write. More motivation to write means quicker chapter updates. And I'd really appreciate it if someone decided to chat with me about this story again. Even just a comment would be appreciated. I've had so many "likes" lately that I know people are reading this, but I don't know if they're enjoying it or not.

The table vote went exactly the way they expected it to go. Marcus would pause his patch at the end of the meeting. Angel revealed that they now had all the shipping details ready to pass on to the Irish Kings whenever the Scot was ready for them.

"Sounds like we're all set. This gun deal is going to change a lot of lives." Bishop leaned back in his chair and smiled as he rested his cigarette on the ashtray. "Our alliances are stronger than ever. Our club is stronger than ever. All thanks to one person." He looked at Megan. "Poquito. You've earned that kutte a thousand times over. Don't ever forget that."

There were whoops of agreement as the men banged on the table with their fists as Megan ducked her head a little.

Marcus smiled. "It's true, Bebita. And we're all so proud of you for it."

“Just doing my best to help the family," she said leaning into Hank's side.

They wrapped up the meeting, but no one stood before Marcus. He finished his cigarillo quietly after the gavel fell. Then he stood and slowly removed his kutte. He folded it in half and walked around the table to Megan's seat. "Here, Poquito. Hold on to this for me until I need it again." He laid it on the table in front of her. "Keep it safe."

Megan stroked the worn leather with her good hand. "Of course, Tío." She smiled up at him.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Good girl." All the men stood up to give him hugs as he walked out of Templo without his kutte for the first time since he founded the Mayans M.C.

Back in the bar, Hank, Megan and Taza said their good nights and headed back to the ranch for the night. When they got home, Rex was waiting for them on the front porch. As soon as Megan was off the bike, the huge dog was there sniffing Megan all over. She scratched his ears and kissed his head. "Good boy. Sorry we left you so long, buddy."

Hank smiled. "Next time, we'll just send the prospect for him."

"Or Chucky," Taza agreed.

Megan unpacked Marcus ' Kutte from the saddlebag gently. "I'll hang this in our closet."

"Good idea, mi princessa," Hank kissed her softly and then led the way inside.

While Hank and Megan showered, Taza ordered pizza. None of them had the energy for much after a long day. They didn't even turn on the television while they ate.

"Mi amore, are you sure you got enough pizza? You only ate one slice," Hank asked Megan when she put down her plate.

Megan smiled at him. "Yes, Hank. I'm sure. We had a big lunch and breakfast. I'm just too tired to eat anymore."

He nodded and shifted on the couch so that she could curl into his side while he finished eating. “Alright, mi reina. We'll go to bed soon."

Taza grinned. "And the Prospect picked up my order at the record store today- noise canceling headphones that connect to my stereo in my room." He chuckled." Apparently I should be able to walk all the way to the barn and them not disconnect."

Hank laughed as Megan's face heated and she hid it in Hank's shirt. "Papa!"

"What, Chica?" Taza laughed as his burner phone buzzed on the coffee table. He picked it up and checked the number before answering it on speaker. " Bish, you're on speaker. What's up?"

"Hey. Sorry to disturb your night, but we're gonna have to call a Breakfast Templo again in the morning. Just got off the phone with Charming. Last shipment came in earlier than planned and accompanied by a full house. Gotta plan a major Reaper run and probably leave tomorrow afternoon." Bishop sounded exhausted himself. "Can you make sure Paquito has a go-bag for her and Rex ready? We're gonna need all hands on deck- especially our Armorer."

"Course, Bish. We'll take care of it. What time do you need us?" Hank asked, squeezing Megan reassuringly.

"Full Templo at seven? Officers by six thirty?" Bishop suggested.

"We'll be ready, Tío. See you then," Megan said with a nod.

"Good Girl, Paquito. Your Papa and Hank know the drill. See you tomorrow." He hung up.

" Well-this should be interesting" Taza sighed, sitting back in his chair.

"Papa? What did Tío Bishop mean the shipment was accompanied by a full house '?" Megan asked as she began tidying up the pizza boxes.

"It means, Chica, that the leaders of the True IRA are stateside with this shipment. They call them the Kings."

Hank nodded. "They're probably here to meet the people they'll be working with. IRA never work with people they don't know."

"Shit," Megan cursed. "Adelita can't go that far north and she won't let that many people to the camp with the Feds on our tails. How're we gonna play that out?"

Hank smiled softly at her. "Calm, Princessa. They don't care about that. They want to meet us- not our shipping partners. They want to meet the people doing the selling- not the assembly line."

Her shoulders sagged in relief.

"Alright, Chica. Let's get you ready for your first official run," Taza guided her gently towards the hallway.

They used Megan's battered leather backpack for her go bag. Luckily- she had plenty of travel sized toiletries left. They packed three days worth of clothes- rolled tightly- a small jewelry box for storing her jewelry at night, and her basic hair supplies. She was very good at getting everything down to the bare minimum. Taza did have to remind her several times that it was okay to take things with her. Eventually, the men were more than satisfied with the way she packed for herself.

Then it was time to pack for Rex. Megan swapped out his collar for the one with longer spikes so she wouldn't forget and packed the temporary bowls from their last trip. She hung his harness and leash on the hook with her kutte. Taza filled Ziploc bags with his food and put them in another old backpack along with one of his rope toys.

"Papa, how will Rex come along if we're taking the bikes?" Megan asked.

"Creeper drives the van on long runs like this, sweet Chica. Rex will ride along with him. For that matter- when you get tired- you can too. We'll set you up a spot in there to rest. It's a long ride." Taya smiled gently at her. "We can even fit a bike in the back of the van when we need to."

Hank came out to settle all three of their backpacks on the bench by the mudroom. "I already texted Creep. He's gonna meet us here with the van at six to load up." He pressed a kiss to the side of Megan's neck. "We can pile some pillows and blankets on the bench seat. Maybe make it a regular thing."

Taya nodded. "Can't hurt. How many times has one of us had to sleep in the van as guard?"

Megan grabbed some of the woven Apache blankets and put them by the door too. "Should I put something in the crockpot for breakfast? I could do crockpot French Toast so the officers have something hot when they get there..."

Hank and Taza looked at her in amazement. "You can do that, Chica?" Taya asked.

Megan giggled. "Sí Papa. I can even do a breakfast casserole instead if you'd rather. That would actually use up the groceries that would spoil better."

Hank chuckled. "Let's do that. If we all chop- it will be quick."

They moved to the kitchen and Megan put Hank to frying sausage and bacon while she and Taza chopped onions, peppers and tomatoes. Once everything was done, Megan threw it all in the crock pot with a bag of frozen hash browns and cheese. She whisked the last of the eggs and milk together with spices and poured it in the crockpot before setting the timer and smiling. "There. Now we have a hot breakfast." She looked very satisfied with herself.

Taya finished loading the dishwasher and turned it on. "Sweet Chica, I think we need another crock pot for next time."

Megan giggled. "Okay, Papa."

Hank pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Bedtime?"

Taza watched Megan as she started putting the salsa and other condiments in a bag in the fridge. "Chica... Are you wired again?"

She froze before looking over her shoulder sheepishly at him. "Kinda..."

He chuckled. "Alright, Sweet Chica, I'm going to head to bed- with my new headphones- and let Hank settle you enough to sleep." He pulled her in for a quick hug and kissed her forehead. "Love you, Megan. Sweet dreams."

Megan hugged him tight around the waist. "Love you, too, Papa."

Once Tazya was behind his firmly closed bedroom door, Hank grinned. "Rex can sleep out here, mi reina. Let's get you some sleep."

She giggled and told Rex to stay in his living room dog bed. She knew once he got her to sleep, Hank would crack the bedroom door to let the big dog roam freely just like he did most nights.

In the bedroom, Hank drew Megan in for a deep kiss. She went willingly enough. When they both ran out of breath, he reached to pull her leggings and tank-top off. "On the bed, mi princessa. Your back is in knots. You can't ride like that."

Megan crawled up onto the bed and sat- slightly confused.

Hank chuckled and stripped his own shirt before twirling his forefinger at her. "On your tummy." He couldn't help but lean down to kiss her pout. "You heard me..."

"What's going on?" Megan asked puzzled.

"You are going to lay on your tummy on the bed and let me start unraveling the knots your muscles are in, mi amore." He grabbed her lotion.

"But... I thought..."

Hank smiled gently at her and pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of her mouth. "And I'm not saying no. I'm just saying this first, Princessa. Your body has had a hard day between the horses, the shooting, and the tension of Templo. Let me soothe it first- then we'll see what happens."

Megan found herself nodding as she realized he was right. She hadn't ridden a horse in a long time. She was saddle sore. Add in the snake and the shooting- her muscles were probably going to cramp if she didn't let Hank help, and those cramps would hurt like hell on her already healing body. "Alright, Hank." She turned and laid herself face down across their bed.

"Good girl," Hank purred before he joined her. "Let me know if I press too hard, mi amore." He pressed soft kisses to the back of her neck and shoulders as he settled himself on his knees straddling her thighs. Gooseflesh dappled her skin and he opened the tub of lotion to warm some in his hands before gliding them carefully over her skin. He started gently working the knots from her neck and shoulders. He was careful not to apply pressure on the newly healed collar bone or her ribs. Instead he used his massive hands to gently coax each knot to loosen.

Megan couldn't help it. She moaned softly as her shoulders went limp for what felt like the first time in weeks.

Hank smiled softly and kissed her skin. “That 'a girl, mi reina.” He ran his knuckles down each side of her spine forcing the tension to release and Megan to moan again. "Does that feel good?"

"God yes..." she groaned out as he used his thumbs to work the knot at the base of her spine.

"Good. Wanna try one more thing, okay. Gonna release the tension in your head." Hank ran soothing hands up and down her back. He slipped one giant hand into the hair at the base of her skull and gripped gently. "Take a deep breath for me, princessa. I'm gonna pull, but not hard. Deep breath and hold it."

Megan nodded softly and then did as Hank asked. She took a deep breath in through her nose and held it.

Hank carefully exerted pressure on her hair pulling it gently. "And out, mi amore."

As Megan slowly released the breath, he slowly released the tension on her hair and rubbed her scalp. "You alright?" he asked quietly.

"Mmm hmm..."

"Good girl. You stay as relaxed as you can. I'm gonna turn you over, okay?"

"Kay." Megan sounded kind of spaced out but she was completely relaxed beneath him.

He gently turned her over so she was on her back before turning the lamps on and the overhead light off. He put her lotion back on her vanity and then joined her back in bed, cuddling her close to his bare chest. They were both only in their underwear and he felt what seemed like miles of her soft skin against him. "How're you feeling now, Princessa? Sleepy?"

Megan's small fingers began tracing his tattoos across his warm skin. "A little, but not ready for sleep yet."

Hank nuzzled her hair gently as he held her close. “That's alright, mi amore." He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and spoke against her skin. "Still want more or would you rather try to rest?"

Megan smiled against his skin and kissed his chest. "You should probably sleep soon. You're the one driving tomorrow. I'm just the passenger."

He chuckled a little. "I'll be alright. Besides- we won't ride straight through this time. We'll probably sleep at a motel overnight so we’re sharp when we meet the Irish." His hands wandered a bit more on her skin and he stroked her ribs and the side of her breast with his thumb. "Use your words, Princessa. Do you want more? Your body- your choice."

Megan pressed her face against his shoulder as her skin heated. Hank cradled her close with the arm she was laying on and teased his fingers along the waistband of her panties. "Are you wet, Princessa?" He tugged gently at her only piece of clothing and his voice dropped to a slight growl. "Do you want to cum for me?"

Megan whined and squirmed. "Please, Hank..."

"Please what, Princessa? Want my fingers? My mouth? My cook? Use your words, baby, and I'll give you whatever you want..."

She tilted her hot face up until she met his dark eyes with hers. "Yes. Want you. All of you."

He chuckled. "Nice try, Gonna tell me what you want one way or another." He cupped her jaw and tilted her face up to his and planted a kiss on her lips.

Megan whined. "Please Hank. Don't tease."

He smiled. "Only a tease if I don't follow through... eventually." He tugged her panties down. planting wet kisses down her skin as he went. He took his time running his calloused hands over her skin as she squirmed. When her good hand started clenching the covers beneath her, he gently pried it off and interlocked his fingers with hers. "Ready to choose, mi amore?"

Megan nodded as she tried to catch her breath.

Hank smiled and pressed a kiss to her hip bone before moving up to face her. He kept hold of her left hand and met her lips for a kiss. When he finally pulled back to breathe, Megan squeezed his hand. "Empty. Wan' your fingers."

Hank sucked in a breath sharply before he covered her face in kisses. "Good girl. I knew you could do it," he murmured. He guided her fingers to his hair with a smile before sliding his hand down her side. He gently parted her folds and stroked her. She was dripping. He teased her entrance with his middle finger and found her clit with his thumb before he slipped it inside of her. When he started to move, he caught Megan's breathy moan with a deep kiss. He kept his movements purposefully slow. Her hand in his hair tightened and she threw her head back with a cry when he added another finger. "There ya go, Princessa.” He could feel her tensing as her internal muscles tried to drag his fingers deeper. She was so close. He crooked his fingers to rub along her front wall and was rewarded with another cry. "Right there? Does that feel good, mi reina?" At her nearly frantic nod, he grinned. "You are so close, baby. Gonna cum so hard on my fingers." He kissed down her throat to suck a mark at the top of her breast, before capturing one of her nipples to suckle. The next time he crooked his fingers, he pressed hard on the spot that she liked and Megan detonated.

Her back arched sharply and she choked on her scream.

Hank worked her through it, coaxing as much pleasure from her body as he possibly could before gentling her through the come down. "There we go. Good girl." He used his other hand to pull her close to his chest and soothe her tremors while keeping his fingers still inside her. Once Megan could breathe again and the shaking had eased, he felt small hands tugging at his underwear. He chuckled. "Want something, mi reina?"

"You. Inside me."

Hank wiggled his fingers inside her gently to make her breath catch. "I am inside you," he teased.

Megan growled and yanked insistently at the cotton covering his cock. She managed to yank them down far enough to wrap her hand around him and coaxed a moan from his amused lips.

"Alright, mi reina," he kissed her deeply and eased his fingers out of her as she whined. He shucked his underwear quickly before guiding her leg over his hip so he could press inside her slowly while keeping her snuggled to his chest. He couldn't suppress the growl of satisfaction once he paused to let her body adjust. "You are so wet, mi amore. So perfect." He tilted her face up to kiss her as he waited for her body to tell him he could move.

She whined a bit at the oversensitivity, but rocked her hips against him.

He picked up her rhythm and met her with gentle thrusts as he watched her eyelids flutter with exhaustion and pleasure. "Think you can cum again for me?" he whispered against her lips. "I'm not gonna last long." He hitched her top leg higher on his hip and pressed deeper inside her with a grinding motion.

Megan gasped softly and nodded, wrapping her arm around him to pull him closer.

Hank kept his thrusts slow and deep. He watched her face until he had to bury his own in her hair. He slipped a hand between them to thumb circles over her puffy clit. "Cum for me, Princessa," he whispered and felt her shudder through a climax as he let go.

Once his breathing evened out, Hank gently pulled out. Megan gave a sleepy whine and buried her face in his chest. He glanced down at her, only to realize she was fast asleep.

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