Reaper's Till Death

by Glenna Maynard

  “Well…so ol’ girl in there was caught masturbating last week with one of your hot dog wieners in hopes of you eating it or some weird sick shit, and Amber dared me to tickle her ass with a wiener.”

  “Fucking Amber.” He snorts and shakes his head. “Wait what? My wieners! Are you joking?”

  “Nope. Apparently, you can ask MaryAnn. She’s the one who caught her.”

  He sucks in a breath then exhales. “I’ve had enough bullshit for the day. Let’s go home.”

  I know he doesn’t mean home as in my home, but the way he looked at me when he said the word made my heart skip a beat.

  We get back to his place, and the awkward tension I am expecting isn’t present. Which I mean I saw his junk and he saw my tit. We both got in fights tonight. I feel like I know a lot more about this complicated man from the brief time we have been together. I mean six hours is hardly enough time to get to know a person but still it’s strange. We have only just met and yet I feel like I have known Reaper for years not hours.

  Maybe we can start over tomorrow and possibly even be friends. That wouldn’t be so bad. Even if he is a biker.

  I’m sitting at the small bar of the kitchen while he pulls the cushions from the couch and folds out the bed.

  He pulls his shirt over his head exposing his tattooed back. The club’s insignia covers the expanse of the muscular skin.

  Barefoot in his jeans, looking sexy as hell, he turns off all the lights but a small lamp as he walks past me to the bathroom.

  When he comes out he’s nude. Fully. My eyes bulge as I get an all access pass to ogle his body.

  He smiles. “Gets hot. Don’t have central air. I sleep with a fan and the screen door to the patio open,” he explains as I pick my jaw up from the floor. Sure, I saw his ass and his dick earlier, but I didn’t get the full picture all at once. “Bathroom is all yours.”

  “Thanks. Do you have an extra toothbrush?”

  “Yeah, you’ll find the basics in there.” He grunts as he sinks down on his knees and starts arranging some pillows on the bed. I guess we are definitely sharing the bed.

  I don’t know how I feel about that.

  With the bathroom to myself, I strip down and get in the shower.

  Chapter Eight

  —Reaper—

  What a fucking day. I am still trying to wrap my mind around what went down tonight. First, I was punching Cocky then Harley was scrapping with Regina.

  Crazy shit.

  I don’t know what to make of it. Any of it. Thinking about the wiener shit and Regina is about to do my head in. Can’t believe that bitch stuck my hot dog in her used-up snatch.

  I’m about to fall asleep when Harley emerges from the bathroom in a thong that might as well be dental floss and her tank top sans bra. Her damp hair hangs down her back and all I want to do is wrap my fist around it. I try to shake away the thought but fuck me she looks sexy as fuck right now.

  I’m starting to think she’d look good in a paper sack.

  “Do you want the lamp off?”

  “Please.” The hell. I never say please to anyone.

  The light fades and Harley slides under the sheet on the other side of the bed.

  I haven’t slept all night in the same bed with anyone since I was in foster care and the house I was staying at didn’t have enough beds. Sure, they were supposed to have a bed for each of us but most never did.

  Had to share with this kid name Jesus. He wet the damn bed every Goddamn night, and I swore I’d have my own bed someday, and I’d never share it with another soul.

  I’m not that gangly kid who had to share his bed and fight for scraps of food any longer. I fought my way out of the gutter. I have my own company and a real brotherhood who has my back.

  Harley isn’t mine but the minute I saw Cocky touching her she sure felt like mine. I was back to being that kid who needed to fight for what’s his.

  “Reaper…”

  “Yeah?”

  “I’m sorry…about earlier,” she whispers.

  I turn my head in her direction. She’s on her side facing me and I’m on my back with an arm under my head. I can see her chest rising and falling with every breath she takes. Her legs kick out from under the sheet.

  “You hot?”

  “Yes.”

  The humidity tonight has the air sticky and sweet as it clings to our skin. I get up from the bed and position the box fan in front of the patio door, so it will suck some of the hot air out of the room.

  “That should help some.”

  I’m sliding back into bed when she says, “Would you…do you mind if I take my shirt off?”

  My cock stiffens, and I hope she can’t see under the pale light of the moon shining in on us.

  “Suppose not.” My voice comes out hoarse and cracked. I’d be a damned liar if I said knowing she is right next to me naked isn’t hella tempting.

  I try not to look when I hear the rustling of her removing her tank, but I can’t help myself. I suck in a breath seeing her tits in the dim moonlight spilling in.

  My hand immediately goes to cover my cock and I roll to my side so that she is facing my backside. The desire to stroke my growing erection is about damn near unbearable. I feel like a fifteen-year-old kid seeing breasts for the first fuckin’ time when one of my foster sisters flashed me on a dare.

  “Reaper…”

  “Yeah?”

  “I can’t sleep.”

  “Me either.” I sigh, remembering a game I used to play with my foster brother. “For a million dollars would you rather give up your cell phone for a year or sex?”

  “I’m without both now.” Her soft confession makes my dick twitch. “But if I had to choose one I’d give up my phone. What about you?”

  With my hand still on my cock, I tell her, “Definitely the phone. Don’t use it nearly as much as my dick.”

  “Okay.” I can hear the smile in her voice. “For a million dollars would you rather go a year surviving alone in the wilderness or spend a year living in a mansion with your greatest enemy?”

  “Damn. That’s a hard one. I think I’d tough it out in the mansion. Too many unknowns in the wild.”

  “That’s fair.”

  I turn so that we are lying face to face on our pillows. “For a million dollars would you rather keep getting pregnant until you were no longer able or never have kids?”

  “Well gee.” She laughs. “Um, well I would need that million dollars to feed all those kids and I still don’t think it would be enough. So, I am going to say never have kids of my own and use the money to adopt.”

  “Cheater.”

  “Am not.” She shoves at me playfully.

  “I said never have kids.”

  “Have not adopt,” she argues, pushing at me again. “It’s not the same thing.”

  I tickle her side and she hits me with her pillow. Soon we are rolling around fighting until I somehow end up on top of her pinning her arms down. Her minty breath blows over my lips as she breathes heavily. The humid air clings to our skin, creating a sticky friction as my dick presses into her thigh.

  A small gasp leaves her throat as she stares up at me through the darkness as a cloud covers the moon. “What’s your real name, Reaper?”

  “Quinn,” I tell her.

  “Can I call you Q? I like that better than Reaper.” Her breath hits my lips again and I lick them, wanting to taste hers.

  “You can call me Quinn.”

  “Okay, Quinn.”

  Hearing my name leave her tempting mouth just does something to me. Been a long time since a woman has called me anything other than Reaper.

  “I’d like that.”

  “And Quinn?”

  “Yeah…”

  “Can you maybe get your dick off my leg unless you plan on using it?’

  Chucking under my breath, I roll away from her.

  I close my eyes and then she says, “You never did get laid tonight.”

  “Get some sleep, Ha
rley.”

  “You know that together our name is Harley Quinn?”

  “So.”

  “You don’t know who Harley Quinn is?”

  I look over and her head is propped up on her elbow.

  “Nope.”

  “Not a Batman fan?”

  “Never was much into superhero stuff growing up.” I shift and try to get comfortable. I’m not into sharing shit about how I grew up either. Don’t want to get into how when back before I was in foster care my dad promised me we were gonna go see the new Superman movie. I was gonna wear my costume from Halloween. He even promised me he was going to wear one too. I was dressed and ready to go, sitting on my grandma Neece’s front porch. He had gone to the store to grab her a pack of smokes for watching me while he’d been at work.

  My dad never came home. There was an attempted robbery at the gas station he stopped at. The woman working behind the counter was pregnant. My father thought he could be a hero that day. It cost him his life. Neece tried to raise me, but I was a terrible kid with no mom. No dad. I was too much for her to handle so she gave me to the system.

  “Oh. Well never mind.”

  “Good night, Harley.”

  “Okay. Good night, Quinn.”

  Chapter Nine

  —Harley—

  “Time to wake up.” A calloused finger runs along my cheek.

  “Five more minutes,” I mumble, swatting at the finger but hitting my face instead.

  The finger trails down my throat carving a rough path to the valley of my breasts. “Got shit to do. Get up,” a gravelly voice urges.

  Popping an eye open I am face to face with Quinn.

  “Morning,” I yawn out as he towers over me.

  “Be downstairs and ready to work in ten. Coffee is in the pot. We’ll get breakfast on the way.”

  “On the way where?” I sit up and stretch my arms over my head but the only response I get is the door closing.

  Looking down I realize I am still clad in only my thong. I seriously need to do some shopping. I debate on putting the couch back together, but the smell of fresh brewed coffee is too enticing to ignore.

  I have a hearty sip before getting ready. Being I am out of clean clothes I borrow one of Reaper’s wife beaters and go downstairs to meet him.

  I find him in an office looking over design plans.

  “Good. You’re on time.”

  “On time for what?”

  “Work. Got a business to run.”

  “I’m a big girl. You can leave me by myself ya know.”

  “Right.” He snorts. “Last night proved that.” Quinn shoots me a wink, and I look away not wanting him to see the smile I’m fighting.

  “I need to do some shopping. I had to borrow your shirt.”

  His jaw ticks but he makes no comment on my attire or my desperate need for new stuff.

  “Got a cooler in the back room by the fridge. There’s a bag of ice in the freezer. Fill it up with that pack of water on the table.”

  “Yes, sir.” I mock salute him and get to it.

  As I am closing the lid to the cooler Quinn comes in the back room which is kinda like a break room and tells me that I did it all wrong. I never knew there was a correct way to pack a cooler. He says I should have put the water in then dumped the ice on top of it.

  “What’s all this for anyway?”

  “My crew. We’re going to the new jobsite to drop this off and make sure all the materials were delivered. After that I’ll take you shopping. Then I am dropping you off with Sara while I go to church.”

  We file into his extended cab truck and he drives to the other side of town to a drive-thru to grab breakfast.

  The ride to the site is quiet outside of the muffled sounds of us enjoying our chicken biscuits.

  He pulls up to a gate that is marked service entry at the back of a gated community full of large fancy homes.

  The jobsite ends up being at the home of a high-profile country music star.

  I’ve never been much of a fan of the guy, but Quinn says he will introduce me if John is around.

  We get out of the truck, and as I round the back end, I see Cocky, the guy I danced with.

  With his hair pulled back from his face, I can see his bruises from the fight. His left eye is nearly swollen shut. I feel awful about the whole thing.

  “Mornin’, darlin’, boss.” He nods at both of us.

  Quinn growls and I offer him a weak smile, afraid of doing or saying the wrong thing.

  “Got your refreshments. Did the lumber get delivered?”

  “Yup all accounted for,” Cocky quips, never taking his eyes off mine.

  “Stay here,” Quinn barks at me and him and Cocky go over to talk with the rest of the crew.

  After a few minutes I’m bored and start wandering around the backyard, looking at the flowers.

  There’s a huge inground pool that looks so damn tempting.

  Kicking my heels off, I sit down on the ledge and dip my toes in, loving the cool water, wishing I could take a dip.

  “Feels amazing, doesn’t it?” A feminine voice calls out from behind me.

  Embarrassment at being caught flushes down my throat. “I’m so sorry.” Scrambling up, I turn around and come face to face with I think her name is Paige. The musician’s wife.

  “You’re fine. Happens all the time.” She waves me off.

  “Really? I figured you have great security here.”

  “No, I only wanted to make you feel better.” She laughs.

  “Oh.” I purse my lips. “I should go.”

  “You a fan of my husband?”

  “He’s okay. I am more of a rock ‘n roll girl.”

  “You’re honest. I like that. If you want to use the pool while you’re here I don’t mind.”

  Before I can reply, Quinn is grabbing my arm and giving his apologies, making me feel like a child.

  His thumb presses into my wrist in warning.

  “She’s fine. I was telling her she could go for a swim if she wants. The pool never gets used enough.”

  He grits his teeth as he grins and bears it as I gloat on my small win.

  Quinn is forced to walk quietly with the two of us. Her returning to the house and us going to his truck.

  “We need to have a serious discussion.” His voice is snappy and accusing as he practically picks me up and tosses me inside the truck.

  His grumbly bear attitude isn’t going to bring me down. Next time I am totally jumping in that pool.

  “Don’t even think about it,” Quinn warns.

  “What?” I feign innocence.

  “You know what.”

  Quinn can’t push the gas pedal hard and fast enough. He’s tearing down the service road like the zombie apocalypse just broke out behind us and this is the only chance we have to get away.

  His knuckles are white as he grips the steering wheel. I’ve really pissed him off, and I don’t know what he is so upset about.

  “Gee. Calm down. You can swim too if you like.”

  “Don’t be cute,” he snarls.

  “Aw you think I’m cute?” I flutter my lashes.

  He says nothing else and drives me straight to Sara’s house.

  Good. We can go shopping without him playing my shadow and acting like I’m his kid sister he is stuck watching.

  He shuts off the truck in front of the house.

  “Don’t ever do that again. I’ve worked damn hard to build up my company. I keep my biker life separate from my business though I do hire some of the guys when I am shorthanded, or they need a few dollars. I don't like mingling with my clients. Ever. Not now or any time. We understood?”

  Hearing the pride he has for his business I do understand where he is coming from even though I think he is overreacting. Our family has several businesses. I get wanting to be professional. It’s a swimming pool. It isn’t like I asked her to sign my ass or something. Or for her husband to. He acts like I was going to skinny dip and invite the c
rew to an orgy.

  “Am I free to go now, Daddy?” I don’t know why but I can’t seem to help myself from being a smartass and giving him back what he dishes out.

  “What I tell you about that shit?”

  I roll my eyes. “I’m so sorry. Mr. Reaper, do I have your permission to exit the vehicle and proceed inside to see Sara?” I smile at him.

  “Yeah. Go on.” If looks could kill I’d be dead right now.

  I grab my purse and as I am climbing out of the cab of the truck Danny is approaching the driver’s side.

  Chapter Ten

  —Reaper—

  “What’s she doing here, man?”

  “I don’t think I can do this. She’s driving me batshit fucking crazy. I can’t have her on the job with me.”

  “Heard the two of you caused quite the scene last night at the clubhouse. I thought you’d lay low. Keep her home with you and I don’t know watch chick flicks or some shit.”

  “I needed a drink.”

  “You can drink at home.”

  “I thought she might like some fun. I didn’t know she was gonna get all up on Cocky’s dick.”

  “If you don’t like it do something about it. Harley’s fucking of age. Only agreed to offer her a safe haven from her stalker—not dictate who she rubs her ass on. I know I told you she is off limits, but I am gonna be straight with you. Cocky wants a shot at her.”

  “The fuck you mean he wants a shot at her she’s not even been here twenty-four hours.”

  “Maybe you should have thought of that before taking her to the clubhouse and showing her off. I got bigger shit to worry about than who Harley fucks. But I tell you what. Because I like you and she’s Sara’s family, if you want to claim her you have my permission, but you’ll face her old man for it.”

  “Who said I wanted to claim her?”

  “Then why are you here taking up my time for this shit if she’s nothing to you. Either step up or step aside. Sara would love to have Harley here close by. If I can make that happen for her I will. If that means her being Cocky’s old lady, so be it. You don’t want the job of keeping her safe. Okay then. I’ll call Cocky.”

  “Like hell you will.” I don’t know why I care, but damn, I don’t like the idea of Cocky anywhere near her.