Campbell's Reaper: Soul Reapers #2

by J. D. Lowrance

  A few hours later we pulled into our hometown of Camden City. I saw Trigger peel off first, followed by Knox. Worm sped up and took Knox’s place next to me as we flanked Colton through the city streets. Right before Colton’s neighborhood, Worm gave me a quick salute as he turned down his street. I scanned Colton’s street as we pulled onto it. Happy to see his house where I knew I was welcomed no matter what. The unexpected sight of a car in the driveway next to Colton’s place meant that Amber, our brother Tru’s wife’s twin sister, finally rented out the other side.

  Movement by the old car brought my attention to the most beautiful female I had ever laid eyes on. Her strawberry blonde locks framed her perfect face. My dick stood at attention as my eyes wandered up and down her tight little body. A tiny pair of black running shorts held onto curves that went on for days, while her shirt hugged her perky breasts. The perfect handful. Colton and I parked the bikes in his driveway. We dismounted at the same time and Colton adjusted himself, showing me that he was just as affected as I was.

  Just breathe motherfucker. Just breathe.

  “Hello ladies.” Colton’s charm knew no bounds.

  “Hi,” said the strawberry blonde. Her cat-shaped eyes were encased with the longest lashes I had ever seen. Her chocolate-colored eyes grew bigger as we got closer, and the gold specks in them glowed, showing her excitement. “You’re my brown eyed girl.” She ain’t mine and why in the hell is Morrison’s Brown Eyed Girl running through my head right now? She seemed a little nervous as she bit her bottom lip and twirled a strand of hair around her finger. She looked to her friend, no make that her sister, as she approached from the back of the car. Damn. These chicks were fucking gorgeous. I took a page out of Colton’s book and adjusted myself, earning me a snort from Colton.

  “And hello to you,” Colton crooned at the brunette as she joined us, allowing me to enjoy the strawberry blonde eye candy before me.

  I was startled for a moment thinking I got caught as I heard, “Hello, eyes up here.” I looked up quickly to the beauty before me but found that she was just watching the show between Colton and her sister. It was my turn to chuckle, bringing the blonde’s attention back to me. Her eyes roamed up and down my body, making my dick twitch in response. Down boy! Her eyes held a teasing glint to them when they finally came to rest on mine.

  “You guys moving in?” I asked as I shouldered Colton. It seemed all of his earlier swagger disappeared the minute his eyes locked with the brunette’s.

  “I’m Tank and this is Colton.” I pointed to myself, then Colton who could not keep his eyes from wandering all over the sister. Snap out of it brother.

  “Hi, I’m Campbell.”

  “Nice to meet you,” I said. The urge to touch her was so overwhelming that I reached out and took her hand in mine, intending to bring it to my lips. But I was too shocked from the bolt of electricity that ran up my arm and straight to my cock from the contact of her soft, small hand in mine. If her hand felt this good in mine, I could only imagine what the rest of her would feel like pressed up against me, under me. Her small gasp brought my eyes to hers. The promise I saw in them had my semi-hard cock turning to granite. I finished bringing her hand to my lips where I placed a quick kiss before letting go. A deep sigh came from Campbell as she cradled her hand to her chest with the other one.

  “Hi Tank, Colton, I’m Logan,” the brunette said, ending Campbell’s and my entirely too intimate moment.

  “You guys just moving in?” I asked again so that Campbell’s attention remained on me.

  “Yep,” Campbell answered, never breaking eye contact. The gold sparks grew brighter as her perfect, pouty lips quirked up; a small smile took its place on her beautiful face. It was as if the sun shone out of her and onto me for the first time in a long time. It was like she was my own personal sunshine. My Sunshine.

  “Any grand plans for the weekend?” Colton asked. Smart man. There was a party this weekend at the clubhouse.

  “Well it’s Logan birthday tomorrow,” answered Campbell as my gaze swung to Logan’s. The slight blush coloring Logan’s cheeks looked really good on her and I saw Colton take a step towards her. Damn.

  My mind was spinning as I looked from Logan to Campbell to see if she saw how Colton was towards her sister. Campbell’s eyes were wide as she took in the two of them. Her innocence was on full display as her own cheeks blushed. Her eyes shifted to mine and everything I saw in them made me want her in ways I never thought possible.

  It was settled then. “You should come by the shop tomorrow,” I said as I looked from Campbell back to Logan then to their beat-up Beetle in the driveway. “A tune-up for your birthday,” I explained as Logan started shaking her head, while Campbell nodded.

  “It’s not necessary,” countered Logan.

  “It is,” I replied. “Your car looks like it could use a decent once-over and we can do that for you. Consider it a welcome to the neighborhood and happy birthday present all in one.”

  Campbell said, “Ok,” at the same time Logan said, “We’ll see.” Colton snickered. Finally a reaction from my absentee brother.

  “Well we need to finish unpacking. It was nice meeting you guys,” Logan said as she began to lead Campbell back to their house.

  “Nice meeting you too,” Colton grunted. A quick head nod was my response to Campbell’s small wave before she turned and walked into the house.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Tank

  What I would give to be a fly on the wall right now next door. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to go and push my ear against the wall to see if I could hear what Campbell was saying, to see if she was talking about us, about me.

  “You anxious brother?” Colton asked as he tossed a beer can to where I sat on the couch. I stopped bouncing my leg as I cracked it open.

  “Nah,” I responded, swallowing a generous amount. “You?” He shook his head in answer before taking a healthy swig from his can.

  “You feel up to doing something tonight?” Colton could never sit still. I swore it kept getting worse. I believed half the reason we took this past trip was because his antsy ass could not stay in one place for too long. It was like he was a caged beast stalking back and forth waiting to be unleashed.

  “Not really.” It was the truth. I was fucking tired. I just wanted to wash the road off of me and sleep in a real bed.

  “Fine.” He pouted. He actually pouted. “But seriously, you alright?”

  “Always,” I answered not wanting to get into it with him. I knew he was asking about the nightmares but there was no way in hell I was talking about that shit with anyone. I reached for the remote and turned on the TV showing Colton that this conversation was over before it even began.

  “Ok,” he said. I could feel him staring at me, but I ignored him just like I ignored the constant reel of shit that played in my head. “I’m gonna shit, shave, and shower then sleep until some time next week.” I chuckled at Colton’s itinerary for the rest of the night. His quizzical look made me outright laugh.

  “And stroke one out after the eye fucking you gave your new neighbor.” It was a question but came out like a statement.

  “What-the-fuck-ever man. You cannot tell me your dick did not twitch in response to those sweet butts.”

  “Brother, they are more like Banger sisters.” I adjusted myself again just thinking about that pretty, little blonde.

  “Banger sisters?” He asked, totally not getting it.

  “Yeah, you know, because you want to Bang-Her.” I chuckled at my own joke as Colton’s face soured. “Oh, come on brother. We both know they are the furthest thing from sweet butts,” I jokingly added.

  “Aren’t they?” Fuck, he was serious by the expression he wore as he stared back at me. Did he not get that vibe from them like I did? Did he not realize how he himself looked at them? Her? I shrugged in response. “Well I ain’t looking for a fucking old lady so I need her to be a sweet butt.”

  “Her?” I had to make
sure he meant Logan. “You mean Logan?”

  “Fuck,” he yelled as he got up and started pacing back and forth. “Of course.” He turned and walked back to the kitchen. I heard the beer can hit the trash can and then the fridge being opened. Colton reappeared with two more cans. I lifted my hand to show I was ready for him to toss me one, but he just smirked. “Get your own bitch.” I chuckled as he laughed and went up the stairs, disappearing into his room at the top.

  “Bitch-ass,” I muttered as I stood and stretched. Damn. My body ached like no other. I needed to move my bike and grab my saddlebag so I could shit, shave, and shower as Colton so eloquently put it. I would probably have to rub one off too before I caught any sleep. A pretty, little blonde would be starring front and center tonight. I shook my head and chuckled once more as I set my beer down and went out the front door.

  “Hey there.” My head swiveled to find Campbell closing the passenger car door.

  “Hey baby.” Time to work some Colton magic on her ass. He did this smooth talking shit all the time. It could not be that hard.

  “Baby?” She questioned. “Is that how you see me, as a fucking baby?” Whoa! Campbell let out a frustrated yell as she turned back towards the house. Her reaction confused the shit out of me and it took me a minute to realize she was seriously leaving me outside without any further explanation. I took off after her and reached her right before she got to the door.

  “Wait,” I said as I grabbed her arm and spun her around. “Sorry?” Her scent hit me like a Mack truck; sunshine and summer, and all Campbell. It was intoxicating.

  “Are you asking or saying it?” Campbell teased, but her eyes showed how pissed off she still was.

  “Saying,” I answered, taking another big breath to try and capture her scent to take with me after she went back inside. “Definitely saying. And no I don’t see you as a baby.” Mental note - do not call Campbell baby EVER.

  “Good, because I’m not.” She definitely had a chip on her shoulder about that. She looked young but she could not be that young, right?

  “Alright Sunshine,” I replied, putting my hands in the air showing her I surrendered.

  “Sunshine?” Shit did I really just call her that? It was definitely worth it once I saw the larger-than-life smile that overtook her face. It shone brighter than any sun that ever brightened my day. I wanted to always bask in her light. God, now I sound like a pussy.

  “So you guys coming to the shop tomorrow?” Subject change was needed NOW.

  “That’s the plan,” she answered as she looked out over the street. “It’s pretty quiet.”

  “For the most part. Sometimes some jerk-offs ride their loud ass bikes up and down the street at all hours, but other than that it is pretty quiet around here.” The quirk of Campbell’s lips told me my lame-ass attempt at flirting was working.

  “Good to know,” she said. She gave me a quick once-over and then asked, “How long have you lived next door?”

  “I don’t,” I replied, watching her reaction to see if she showed any disappointment in my answer.

  “Oh,” pouted Campbell as she broke eye contact and looked down. Just the reaction I was looking for.

  “But I stay here most nights.” I shoved my hands in my pockets to stop myself from reaching out to lift her chin and have her eyes back on me.

  Campbell granted my wish anyway when she lifted her head, her eyes connected with mine and a small smile spread across her face. “Good to know,” she cooed. She winked before turning towards the door again. Flirting was fun with her.

  “Night,” she said as she opened the door. She paused before turning around. “Nice meeting you Tank.” Her sincerity shown through, making me feel a warm, odd feeling in the center of my chest. I rubbed it hard to make it stop.

  “You too Sunshine.” Campbell walked into the house. “You too!”

  CHAPTER THREE

  Campbell

  Today could not have gone any better. Not only was the car working better than it had in the longest time, but I got a job and a lunch date with Tank. Although Logan was there she stayed pretty quiet letting Tank and I get to know each other, like his full name - Henry James Whittaker and that he was six foot four inches. I actually think Logan was disappointed that Colton was nowhere to be found when we went to get the car. She tried to act unaffected by him but I could see right through it.

  There were several times she had to save me when I got too tongue-tied to say anything. Tank was a biker god. My initial thought that Colton was hotter than Tank was dead wrong. Tank was gorgeous with a capital G. His black hair curved at the base of his neck right at the top of his cut. It was thick and called to me to run my fingers through it.

  I drooled when he got up to pay the check. His body was amazing. Tank’s tall frame and wide shoulders were followed by a trim waist. Muscular arms flexed whenever he moved in the slightest of ways. And I bet his legs were the same from what I could see from the way his jeans hugged his body just right. Yummy!

  But it was his eyes that caught and held my attention. They were so dark, practically black but had the slightest ring of amber on the outside. Where some men’s eyes got darker with desire, I bet his got brighter from the amber, making them look like they were on fire. And in that moment I knew what I wanted for my birthday!

  Just thinking about him, his body got me so excited.

  And now I could not sit still. I already showered and curled my long blonde hair. It was time to get dressed and wake up Logan. What to wear? What to wear? I did a quick scan over all the dresses that made our hasty exit. There was not much to choose from, but oh well. I fucking loved lemonade and that was what I was making out of these lemons. All I needed was a little sugar to make it perfect and I planned on getting some tonight from Tank.

  I grabbed the blue dress I wanted Logan to wear and went to wake her up. When I walked into her room, she was groaning in her sleep. I rushed to her. “Logan, wake up.” She did not respond so I shook her trying to get her to wake up. I hated when she had nightmares because that meant she did not feel safe. Logan finally came around and blinked her eyes open. “You were moaning in your sleep. Were you having a bad dream?” Her eyes immediately found mine, but the slight blush gave her away.

  “No Cam,” was her response.

  “Oh.” Then that wasn’t groaning? Holy shit it was moaning. “So, not a nightmare?” I asked as I tried to hide my laughter. Hell, I wanted details. “Then you were having a good dream, like maybe a fantasy of one Hottie McHotterson?”

  “Not quite,” she replied as she pushed me off the bed. “Why are you in my room?” she asked trying to change the subject. I let it slide this time and said, “Tank is going to be here in 30 minutes to get us for the party. I came to tell you and found you moaning for your biker god.”

  “Oh Lord. Just go so I can get ready.” She waved me out of the room, but not before I told her my outfit plan.

  “About that . . . since we are the same size and I got more clothes out of the last place than you did, I brought you this dress to wear. It matches your eyes.” I handed her my favorite blue strapless dress. She loved this dress and it looked so good on her. “Leave your hair down and if you hurry I can curl it for you.”

  “Hey Cam,” Logan called after me as I was already walking back into my room to finish getting dressed. “Thanks for this. But what are you going to wear?”

  “Number one, it doesn’t matter what I wear because I am fucking hot,” I yelled back. Lemonade baby! “And number two, my gold halter dress made it with matching sandals so there is a God after all.”

  Tank was right on time, but seemed a little distracted. I mean I did not really know him that well, but I could tell something was on his mind. He barely talked the whole ride to the clubhouse so I made up for it with idle chit chat. Before I knew it we were parked and walking up to what looked like every other damn clubhouse our father, Baxter, had ever taken us too. It even had a standard black flag hanging on the flagpole disp
laying the same emblem as the guys’ cut, marking this as Soul Reaper territory. I gasped as Tank took my hand in his and began to lead us into the clubhouse. I looked over to Logan and she was staring at our joined hands. When her eyes found mine she gave me a quick smile in response to my shoulder shrug.

  The noise of the party hit us right before the cigarette smoke did. Jesus, ever hear of lung cancer? As we entered the clubhouse, a cloud of smoke could be seen hanging from the rafters. Shocker! But what was even more shocking was the pure number of cut-wearing bikers. Most were older but there were some younger guys who would have caught and held my attention if it were not for the breath-taking man leading me to the bar. I saw a few women scattered throughout the crowd. Most looked a lot like a cross between Amy Winehouse and Miley Cyrus who found bleach in their washrooms and used it on their skank-ass hair. Logan and I stuck out like sore thumbs in our bright dresses and light make-up.

  One in particular caught my eye as she tried dancing with the guy named Trigger who we met earlier. She was slamming her hips into his crotch in what looked like the most painful dance I had ever seen. “That looks like it hurts,” I said, which earned me a laugh from both Logan and Tank. Colton and Logan were cozy within minutes of us arriving. Trigger tried to start drama but Knox defused the situation pretty fast. We stood in a small group laughing and joking. Tank kept my cup filled the entire time, with soda. Damn him! While Logan on the other hand was putting them back like a champ. After a while we made eye contact and I knew she needed a break from all of this.

  Tank had been pretty quiet and was still standoffish. He never left my side but we only touched when I initiated it. So I took this opportunity to close the distance. I stepped right into his space enjoying his woodsy scent combined with his leather cut, and laid a hand on his chest as I stood up on my tiptoes. Tank was considerably taller than me so even on the tips of my toes my nose only came to the crook of his neck. My other hand curled around his neck as I tugged lightly, bringing his head lower so I could reach his ear. I dragged my nose up along his neck as he slowly lowered until my lips came to rest right next to his ear. In my best seductive voice, I whispered, “Where’s the bathroom?” Bathroom? Not seductive I know! His body immediately responded to mine as a shiver sliced through his body.