Reaper's Till Death

by Glenna Maynard

  “You don’t owe me anything.”

  “I owe you a lot,” she argues.

  “We can fight about it at home.”

  With her bag strung across her back she climbs on behind me.

  Harley puts her arms around my waist and holds on tight.

  I let out the breath I wasn’t aware I was holding.

  She’s with me ride or die, and I’ll be by her side till death do us part.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  —Harley—

  Nashville, Tennessee

  “I think I’m dying,” Sara croaks as she hugs the toilet bowl of our hotel suite.

  “I can’t believe you’re sick! This is Cooper’s Religion we are talking about. Our favorite band,” I whine.

  “I’m sorry. Do you think this is fun for me? I think it was that salad. Maybe it was contaminated.”

  I do feel kinda bad for her. She is so pale and clammy.

  “You’re probably pregnant,” Shelly, Boogeyman’s old lady, hollers from the bed as she flips through the TV channels.

  “How cute would it be if you were all pregnant at the same time?” Amber says, and I want to punch her.

  “I don’t want any babies anytime soon. I don’t even know if I will survive the sit down my old man is planning on having with me and Quinn this coming week.” I feel sick thinking about it and I didn’t even eat a rotten salad. When I left to come see Sara for the concert I failed to mention to my parents that I wasn’t coming back.

  “Just saying as much sex as everyone is having, there is bound to be some babies on the way.”

  “What about you? No babies in yours and Terror’s future.”

  “I’m not saying no. But I’m not in any hurry. I like having my man all to myself.” She smiles as she touches up her eyeliner in the mirror.

  “Oh, God,” Sara moans.

  “We’re going to miss the concert,” I warn.

  “We need to get her a test. There will be other concerts,” Shelly says, and I know she is right. I shouldn’t be so insensitive to my cousin.

  Shelly and Amber volunteer to go get a test and I stay with Sara, holding her hair back as she dry heaves.

  A few minutes go by and she feels like the worst is over.

  I leave her to herself to freshen up while I text my man.

  Sweet ass: Hey.

  Sexiest Biker: Shouldn’t you be on your way to flash your tits at some Rockstar.

  Sweet ass: HA. HA! I would be, but Sara got sick. I think she’s pg!

  Sexiest Biker: I don’t know what that means.

  Sweet ass: Pregnant you dork.

  Sexiest Biker: Oh. Okay…

  Sweet Ass: What’s the …????

  Sara comes out of the bathroom and throws herself on the bed. “I’m never eating salad again.”

  “Don’t be so dramatic. What do you think the guys are up to?”

  “I don’t care.” She curls into the fetal position and closes her eyes.

  This sucks.

  Amber and Shelly are taking forever. I swear if they snuck off to the concert without me I will kill them.

  They return about forty-five minutes later. Their arms are weighed down with bags. Sara is still asleep, and Quinn hasn’t text me back. Asshole.

  “You guys went shopping?”

  “Not exactly,” Shelly answers. “We got the test and then we started thinking about if she is pregnant we bought her some gifts. But if she isn’t we got her some comfort stuff for recovering from food poisoning.”

  “Right. Who is going to wake her up to take the test?”

  “I’ll do it,” Amber volunteers and starts shoving Gatorade in her face. “Drink up. You have a stick to pee on.”

  “Do I have to,” she moans and pulls a pillow over her face.

  “Yes!” the three of us shout in unison.

  “Fine.” We all wait, not so patiently, for her to get the urge to pee.

  Sara is finally in the bathroom doing her thing. The wait feels like forever, but she finally emerges from the bathroom wearing a huge grin on her face.

  “Yeah?” I ask her.

  “Yeah,” she breathes out and we all squeal.

  “I knew it,” Shelly and Amber both tell her.

  Amber pops open a bag of confetti and throws it up in the air.

  The four of us decide to make the best of the night in our hotel room jumping on the beds in our underwear and throwing the confetti like we are back in junior high.

  Looking around the room at these three crazy bitches I feel like I belong. I feel like I do have a home with the Devils Rejects.

  When I got back on that bus to come to Quinn I knew I was taking a risk. I knew I would miss my family, but the club has welcomed me with open arms.

  The only thing left to do is have the meeting with my dad. I’m nervous. I know he isn’t happy with me.

  I go out on the balcony to call Quinn since he never messaged back.

  “Hey,” he says.

  “Hey. Why didn’t you text me back?”

  “I was on the road.”

  “Oh. You going on a run?” I know I sound deflated. I know that it is part of his life. I was hoping he wouldn’t be going so soon.

  “Kinda.”

  “What’s kinda mean?”

  “Listen, I gotta go. I’ll call you back in a bit.”

  The line goes dead and I am trying not to be mad at him right now.

  Shelly opens the sliding glass door. “You okay?”

  “Yeah. Just Quinn was being all weird on the phone.”

  “Yeah. Charlie was being all weird when I tried to call him earlier. Men.” She shakes her head.

  I follow her back into the room when a loud knock sounds at our door.

  “I don’t think we were being that loud,” Sara says as she goes to look through the peephole.

  Next thing I know she is screaming and throwing the door open.

  Danny, Charlie, Quinn, and Tom (Terror) file into our room looking like sex on legs in their denim and leathers.

  Sara is pulling Danny off to the side to give him her news.

  The way he is looking at her and smiling, I can feel the love he has for her radiating from him.

  It’s so sweet.

  “Don’t be getting any ideas, yet, sweet ass.” My man pulls me into his arms and cups my butt. “I just got you and I’m not ready to build a house just yet.”

  “A house?”

  “When we decide to take that step, I’m building you a house. But for now, what do you say we go get a room and start practicing.” His facial scruff rubs against my neck.

  “I’d say hell yes to that.”

  “Good. Already a step ahead of you.” He holds up a room key and I grin back at him.

  “I think we need lots and lots of practice…”

  Quinn cuts me off with a kiss as he shoves me toward the door. I fumble for the door handle when a pillow hits Quinn in the back of the head.

  “Get a room,” Boogeyman shouts.

  “I’m trying,” Quinn tells him.

  We make it out into the hall and he shoves me against the wall.

  “Fuck, I missed you.”

  “I’ve only been gone a day.”

  “One day too many.” He bites at my neck. “One day I haven’t been able to fuck you.”

  “Quinn… what are you doing here anyway?”

  “Hades saw your message about Sara and like that.” He snaps his fingers. “We were on the road.”

  I smile loving that he’s here.

  “So, about that room…”

  “What about it?”

  He nips at my lips and I push him away. I look both ways down the hall and don’t see anyone. I lift my tee and flash him my boobs. “You’re no Rockstar, but you’ll do.”

  “Fuck, you’re sexy,” he growls and pulls me to the elevator.

  The door closes, and Quinn is on me.

  “I don’t know if I can make it to the room. Need to be inside you, filling that
sweet heat with my cock.”

  My fingers stretch to hit the stop button.

  “I can’t make it to the room either.”

  We do make it to the room but barely.

  Quinn throws me on the bed like he is a rabid animal about to devour his prey.

  “Do you know how much you mean to me?” he questions, holding my gaze.

  I do believe this man is already in love with me, and I confess that I’ve fallen as hard for him.

  “I love you, Quinn.” I kiss his lips briefly.

  He exhales loudly. “I love you too, sweet ass.”

  Our mouths collide, and he pushes my shirt up to give him access to my breasts.

  Thick and skillful fingers tease at my nipples. This man drives me wild. Hot and needy kisses are being planted down my throat and along my collarbone, until he reaches one of my tender buds. Sucking the sensitive skin between his teeth he nips and licks until it hardens to a point.

  Skimming his fingers down my side until he reaches my boy-short style underwear, Quinn teases me. Rubbing over my crotch, never touching me skin to skin where I want him to.

  “I’m gonna devour every inch of you. Going to lick, bite, suck, and fuck every part of you until I leave no place unmarked by me.”

  I love it when he talks all dirty and possessive. His voice and words alone are enough to turn me on, but when he takes it slow like this, making me wait, I get off so many times.

  Finally, he slides his palm down to where I want him to touch me the most. Cupping my sex, he says, “No one else will ever touch my pussy. Not even you unless I say you can. You belong to me now, Harley. I want my tattoo right here.” He traces his finger along the small strip of hair I have. “It’s gonna say Reaper’s property and I’m going to be the one who marks your skin.”

  I know he has been hanging around Boogeyman more since I came back. I guess he is teaching him how to tattoo. “Babe that sounds good an all but are you sure you…” I trail off not wanting to hurt his feelings. It’s just that I’ve seen his handwriting and you need artistic ability to do a good job.

  “Been practicing on melons. When we get back I’m going to tat a prospect for practice. I lied and told him he’d earn his patch.” He grins at me as I smack at him.

  “You’re terrible.”

  “Just crazy about you. Don’t want Boogeyman seeing my pussy to give you your tattoo.” He moves to pull my shorts down and rubs his fingers through my heat. “My girl is so wet for me.”

  “Touch me, Quinn.” I wiggle and squirm trying to rub against him.

  “Is this what you want?” he looks up at me before capping his mouth over my clit and sucking.

  My legs thrash, loving the way he feels. He pushes a finger in, sliding it in and out at a leisurely pace as he flicks my sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue.

  “Quinn…”

  He looks up at me through lust-filled eyes.

  “I want you in my mouth.”

  I don’t have to tell him twice. Quinn positions himself so that I can sit on his face, lean forward far enough in a sixty-nine, and pay special attention to his thick erection.

  I’ve not mastered deep throating, but I love trying.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  —Reaper—

  Drag Creek, Kentucky

  Fuck me. Sitting on my bike outside the Roadhouse, I pull out a smoke. Harley is after me to quit, but Goddamn. I am about to meet with her father for the first time since I declared I was claiming her. When Rebel Black first received word that Harley was living with me, he asked Hades to send him my balls in a jar for his desk.

  I’m not sure what changed his mind, but he wants to meet with me alone, so here I am. I love Harley and I meant it when I said I would walk through fire for her.

  Harley made the ride with me, but her mom insisted on taking her to lunch while this meeting happens. I’m sure it was a plot to get her away from me, so her brothers and old man can beat me down. I am man enough to take whatever they dish out.

  Harley is already mine in every way that matters, but I know she wants her father’s blessing. So, if I have to get down on my hands and knees while they take shots at me, so be it.

  Taking a hard drag from my cigarette I get off my bike and head inside.

  The moment I walk in wearing my Devils Rejects’ cut the music cuts off and two pricks come at me swinging. I’m no pussy but these fuckers are out for blood. Bastards are trying to wrestle me down to the floor and pull my arms out of my cut. There’s no way in hell they are getting my cut. Them taking it would mean death because if they can take it from me I’m not worthy of wearing it.

  I land an uppercut to one of their jaws and he goes sailing across the room. The guy left standing pulls out a switchblade as I try to recover from the kick I received to my gut.

  He takes a stab at me meeting nothing but air.

  “Enough,” a loud voices booms. I look over and see Grim watching us with an amused look on his old ass face. “Hope you’ll forgive your future brother-in -laws’ manners. Boys are protective over their sister.”

  I give Axel and Abel a chin lift and they glare at me.

  “Rebel’s downstairs in the office.” The old mean bastard informs me and motions for me to follow him.

  He leads me down a dark set of stairs, and I can only hope they aren’t locking me in a holding cell.

  He opens a door and ushers me inside.

  I’m relieved to find Harley’s father sitting behind a desk pouring himself a shot.

  “Have a seat,” he snarls at me. He looks a lot harder than I remember but leading a club does that to a man.

  I grab a chair and wait for him to say more. He knocks back his shot and glares at me. “So, you’re the man who stole my Harley away.”

  “She came willingly.” I remind him.

  He screws up his lips and shrugs. “Maybe. What’s your intentions?”

  “Going to put my property patch on her and give her a good life,” I answer him honestly.

  “That so. I don’t recall you asking.”

  “That’s because I didn’t,” I deadpan.

  “Fair enough but seems to me a man would take into consideration whose daughter he’s taking from home. Ye disrespected me by not coming to me first. But what’s done is done. I want something from you. You bring me what I ask for and I’ll give you my blessing to marry my daughter. She won’t live with you like a whore.”

  “I wouldn’t ever and have never treated Harley like a whore, Rebel. We both know if I did she wouldn’t be with me. Harley isn’t that kind of girl. I respect her too damn much.”

  “You earn enough from the club to support her?”

  “I’ve got a respectable business. I earn more than enough to give her a good life.”

  He makes an okay then face. “You still haven’t heard my terms.”

  “Name them. I know Harley wants your blessing. I want to make it happen.”

  “Good. You know I’m not too pleased you let her be taken on your watch. What were you doing that some hilljack was able to get the jump on you?”

  “With all due respect, I’d rather not say.”

  “I see.” He smirks and shakes his head. “Well you bring me Tiny Leone’s head and I’ll give you my blessing to marry my daughter.” He grins menacingly at me. “Need a shot?”

  I suck in a deep breath. “That’s what you want?”

  “That’s what I want.”

  “Then I’ll bring you his head on a silver platter,” I vow.

  “Harley will be staying here in Drag Creek until you do.”

  “Over my dead body!” I shout at him as anger boils in veins.

  “That can easily be arranged.” Without even blinking he pulls a gun from his lap and lays it on the desk next to his shot glass.

  “Only death will part me from your daughter.”

  Rebel picks up his piece, cocks it, and aims between my eyes.

  I don’t dare to even breathe. But on the insi
de, I am whispering a silent prayer I walk out of here alive.

  The office door bangs open and Harley gasps. “Daddy! What are you doing?” She shrieks.

  “Making my point,” he states coolly.

  “I can’t believe you. I am so telling Mom,” she says like that will make any difference.

  Rebel isn’t a man who is going to back down.

  “I’ll pay your price,” I tell him, “but Harley stays where she chooses.”

  “She’s not your property. Not yet,” he warns.

  My fierce woman folds her arms over her chest, pushing her cleavage further out of her shirt and even in the face of death the sight makes me hard.

  “What’s he talking about?”

  “You’re to stay here in Drag Creek until your man here delivers.”

  “You don’t own me. I’m no man’s property,” she spits her words at him. “Let’s go home, Quinn.”

  Like a dog chasing a cat, I follow her without looking back. If Rebel Black wants Tiny’s head that’s what I will bring him.

  Hades is really going to tear me a new asshole for making this deal but in the end we will all get what we want.

  One day I will tell my children how I cut the head off a cartel king if I live to tell about it.

  The End

  Author’s note

  I hope you enjoyed the ride. Sometimes stories don’t go the way I planned. Harley and Reaper were sweet and at times goofy. I started this story thinking it would be dark and in ways it was, but these characters kept making me laugh and they had this ease about them that I couldn’t ignore. I can only hope I gave you my best. Going forward in the series, I will either be writing Uno or Cupid’s book next. There may or may not be a book for Cocky in the future. Only time will tell. I look forward to the next adventure we go on together. Thank you for reading! Please consider leaving a review.

  Many thanks,

  Glenna

  About Glenna

  Glenna Maynard is a Kentucky native with a passion for romance, best known for her bestselling romantic suspense novel I'm with You and The Black Rebel Riders' MC series. When she isn't arguing with the voices in her head or drinking reader tears, she enjoys watching classic TV shows with her two children and longtime leading man.