Campbell's Reaper: Soul Reapers #2

by J. D. Lowrance

  “What’s so funny?” Colt asked as he came to stand with us.

  “Nothing,” Logan answered as she tried to stop laughing, failing miserably. Then she snorted and it started another cycle of us hysterically laughing.

  “Yep. Nothing at all,” I choked as we both started to calm down. Logan’s smile was so radiant and REAL. I felt my own grow as I came to the realization that everything was okay and that we had this new life with people we loved. I took a big, deep breath in, and as I let it out, it felt like ten pounds had been lifted off my chest.

  “Alright you two?” Colton asked, looking between the two of us. We both nodded as I threw my arm over Logan’s shoulders and squeezed. “Let’s get back to practicing.” We got back into it right as Colton got a text that said, “Church 10 minutes.” Since all the brothers were within the clubhouse, a quick meeting should not raise any bells. Yet the look that passed between Logan and Colt told me the last five days of peace and quiet were about to come to end.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Tank

  Damn. I was rock fucking hard from just looking at Campbell . . . clothed. I needed to rein my shit in or I would explode the minute she was naked tonight. TONIGHT. A-fucking-men! As I rounded the clubhouse my phone vibrated. The screen displayed a text from Prez saying we had church in ten minutes. I ran inside to wash the road off of me and maybe appease the hard rod between my legs for a little longer.

  Too quickly, we were all seated around the wooden table as Prez banged the gavel.

  “Brothers, we have news that the Hellhounds have retrieved Baxter Reed and are holding him in a safe house two hours from here. Whistler just called it in, with Knox sending photos from his phone.”

  “Fuck,” Colton said under his breath. I nodded in agreement.

  “We need a unanimous vote on how this shit is to be handled. I am sure most of you want that fucker dead for stealing from the club, but unfortunately he is now related to this club by one, maybe even two old ladies.” Prez paused as he looked each brother in the eye. “Now I know most of us would love to off our in-laws.” This earned several chuckles. “But for the sake of family, and fucking peace and quiet from our old ladies, we refrain from such activities.” More laughter. “So I open the floor for brothers to say their piece about what should happen next. Do we let the Hellhounds have him? Do we go in and stop what will happen to just turn around and do it ourselves? And have the blood on our hands? Or in the name of family do we stop anything from happening?” After a long pause, he added, “It is now up for you to decide.”

  Each brother took his turn to speak and most made valid points about retribution against the Hellhounds for the whole showdown at the makeshift camp and for jumping me and trashing my bike, while some spoke about the potential for Hellhound retaliation for taking their revenge from them. Not one brother spoke about Logan or Campbell in all of this. Old ladies did not run the Soul Reapers MC and although Baxter Reed may be a member of our newly extended family, he still stole from the club and justice needed to be served. I may have just found the one thing that would make Campbell leave me alone forever. Damn it!

  Campbell

  Church went on longer than I thought it would. I had followed Logan to the kitchen to help with dinner. It took almost all afternoon to prepare the food to feed an army this size at dinner. Most of the time two large meals were served a day. A mid-morning breakfast or lunch, or as my fancy ass sister liked to say brunch, and dinner. Most of the women worked on one or the other. It seemed the sweet butts did breakfast and the old ladies always did dinner.

  There were hardly any old ladies attached to the club. There was Emma, who brought along Amber, Logan and me. There was Tina, Worm’s old lady. I just met Stella during lockdown. She was Mica’s old lady. Mica was the oldest member of the club. They did not have any children but the love between the two of them was something else. Rabbit was married to Heart, who was the biggest hippy I had ever met. You could smell the patchouli she wore before you actually saw her coming around the corner. They were polar opposites, but were very passionate for one another. Every time they were in the same room, the two of them were practically going at it. It was pretty funny and caused quite the uproar the first few days.

  When dinner was almost ready the guys came pouring into the common area looking worse for the wear, like a decision hung over their head like a guillotine waiting to drop. The tight lines around Tank’s mouth told me that it was bad news. He and Colton came right up to us, but while Tank just stood next to me, Colton scooped Logan up. He whispered in her ear. She blushed but nodded right before he turned and raced up the stairs with her.

  “We should talk,” Tank said as he stared at the far wall. The tension rolled off him in waves.

  “Dinner’s ready,” Emma called. Everyone made their way to the kitchen talking amongst themselves as Tank and I stayed rooted to our spots.

  “Now?” My stomached growled loudly, breaking through Tank’s mood. He smiled down at me and said, “Let’s eat, then talk.”

  “Sounds good to me,” I cheered, rubbing my belly while I skipped to the kitchen. “I’m Starvin’ Marvin.”

  The mood never lifted through dinner. The light atmosphere I had gotten used to was lost to the seriousness each brother carried with him. After everyone ate, all the old ladies one by one were pulled away by each brother who loved them. The unattached brothers made quick work selecting the sweet butts so all that was left was Mica and Stella who stayed with Emma’s and Tina’s kids. I helped get popcorn popped and a movie in for the kids. I felt Tank’s eyes on me the entire time, until he finally came for me.

  “Follow me,” ordered Tank. He was through the clubhouse and up the steps before I even took a step to follow him. Sounds of pleasure could be heard from every room as I passed through the upstairs hallway to Tank’s room.

  “Tank,” I murmured. My nerves got the best of me as I stood in the doorway. Everyone seemed so desperate at dinner and now you could hear that desperation in their passion. “Please talk to me.”

  “Not tonight.” He pulled me into the room, closing and locking the door behind us. Tank took out his phone, placed it in its docking station, and pressed a few buttons until “Come a little closer,” by Dierks Bentley came on.

  Tank stood and watched me. His intense gaze lingered on my body as it traveled from the tips of my toes to my eyes as if memorizing me in this moment. Hunger stared back at me when our eyes finally met and held. I felt my own need awaken as I watched him take a step towards me, stalking me. Another step closer and I moaned as the ache in my core intensified. I wanted Tank like I wanted my next breath. Another step brought me within arm’s length. Tank wasted no time as he pulled my body to his and he began to sway to the music. He buried his head in my hair taking a deep breath, and then sang, “I wanna touch you like a cleansing rain. Let it wash all the hurt away. So come a little closer baby. I feel like lettin' go.” Tears stung the back of my eyes as a lump formed in my throat. This is it.

  “Come a little closer baby,” he crooned, tightening his hold on me. His lips found the curve of my neck. The softness of them on my neck was in direct contrast to his hard body against mine. Goose bumps followed the trail his lips laid from my neck, along my chin to my lips. His tongue slid along the seam as I sighed. It was all the invitation Tank needed for his tongue to find mine. Our bodies still swayed to the music as one song bled into another.

  His hands wandered over my body, ending at the bottom of my shirt that quickly found its way off my body, with my bra close behind. “Please,” I breathed as my hands went under his shirt. I ran my fingers up over his hard abs to his sculpted chest. His skin was soft but his muscles so hard under my touch. Tank growled as he stepped back. I was about to protest when he, in the sexiest way, grabbed his t-shirt at his back and stripped it off his body, pulling it over his head. By the time the shirt hit the floor, Tank’s jeans had already followed. His desire for me heavily tented his black boxer briefs.
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  “Your turn,” he rasped.

  A whimper spilled from my lips as I unbuttoned my shorts, letting them slid to the floor. I stepped out of them and into his arms as only my panties and his briefs separated our need for one another.

  “Happy birthday Sunshine.” His lips sought mine as Tank ran his hands down my back to my butt. He lifted me, and my legs naturally wound around his waist. His thickness pressed intimately against my core as he walked us to the bed. Tank’s weight on top of me as he laid me in the middle of the bed was like coming home. I had never felt so safe and loved my entire life.

  Placing a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth, Tank’s lips licked, sucked, and nibbled their way down my neck to my chest. My back arched off the bed as his tongue drew circles around my nipple. Drawing it into his mouth, Tank sucked the one nipple to a stiff peak that he then blew on before moving to the other nipple. I mewled with need at his absolute command over my body.

  His mouth remained busy with my breasts while his hand traced small circles down my body to my damp center. I cried out in pleasure at the moment he ran a finger through my folds and entered me.

  “You’re so wet for me,” Tank uttered as his lips found mine once again, swallowing my moan. He added a second finger, curling them as he found my most sensitive spot. I rode his hand until I came hard. Riding out my ecstasy, I did not feel him prepare himself until his sheathed cock ran through my folds, once, twice before he pushed into me.

  “Tank,” I winced as he stretched me, going deeper with each slow thrust until he took me completely. I sharply inhaled through my teeth when I felt white hot pain, leaving my body rigid from the discomfort of being thoroughly filled.

  “Breathe Sunshine,” cooed Tank as he stilled above me. Tears threatened to spill as my body adjusted to him. When the pain subsided I was able to take in the feel of him, on me and in me. It was so intoxicating that I felt drunk with happiness. I was literally filled to the brim with Tank. My body pulsed in response to the feel of his hard cock embedded deep within me.

  “You’re my birthday wish,” I purred as I arched my back, bringing my chest into his as I kissed him long and hard. Tank’s hips pulled out slightly before pushing back into me. “More,” I gasped. Tank picked up his pace as he rained kisses down on my face, neck, lips.

  “You’re so tight Sunshine. God you feel so good,” he rumbled as he drove in and out of me.

  “Yes. Harder,” I chanted, feeling the first spurs of my orgasm low in my belly.

  “Oh God, don’t stop,” I called out as he lifted himself onto his hands so he could go harder and faster. The sounds of wet flesh smacking filled the room. Tank roared his release as I followed him over and into the black oblivion of pleasure. But not before three little words slipped from my lips.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Tank

  The soft sound of music was the first thing I heard as I slowly came awake. I turned my head to see Sunshine molded to my side sleeping peacefully. Her black lashes fluttered over her smooth skin as the corners of her mouth pointed up, a small smile at whatever dream she was having. I hope it’s about me because I dreamt of her. My cock pointed due North as images of last night flooded my brain. Her full lips on mine, her soft body pressed to me, her sweet smell surrounding me as she told me she loved me.

  Even now her smell drew me to her, like the first day of summer. I rolled over folding Campbell into my larger frame. It was as if she was custom made for me with how perfectly she fit. I buried my nose into her hair as I inhaled as long as I could trying to make her scent a part of me, to bury her deep within me.

  “Only know you love her when you let her go, and you let her go.” The song, “Let Her Go,” by Passenger played on the radio. I did see her every time I closed my eyes.

  “Everything you touch surely dies.” I gasped as words from the song knocked the wind out of me as the faces of my mother and sister flashed before my eyes and their screams filled my ears. My heart pounded in my chest as my body went rigid. I saw blackness skirt the edge of my sight. I was a worthless piece of shit. My father’s words played on repeat. I rolled back releasing Campbell and breathed deeply trying to calm myself. What the fuck was I doing? I needed to get over my shit once and for all.

  “Well you see her when you fall asleep, but never to touch and never to keep.” Stupid ass song. Last night was so fucking right, even my dumb ass knew that. I was fucking selfish. I was so damn tired of second guessing every fucking thing between Campbell and me. I needed this more than I needed air to breathe.

  FUCK ME!

  I turned one last time to take in the sight of her naked and in my bed. This was something that would get me through the next few hours as we carried out what our club decided to do with Baxter. I prayed she could forgive us . . . me after all of this.

  “I love you.” Fuck! My mind was fucking with me, repeating the words she whispered to me as she dozed off. I needed to focus on the task at hand. I escaped the bed with Cam still asleep and threw on my jeans. I skipped the shower, wanting to smell her on me until this was all over. I walked straight through the clubhouse and out to my bike. Before long all the brothers were there waiting for Prez to address the club.

  “Alright brothers. Trigger and Rabbit are at the site. Whistler, Tank, Colton, and Knox are going to go and retrieve the package. They need one more volunteer to ride flank.” Gunner, a nomad from our Baton Rouge chapter volunteered. “Alright then. Once the package is in our possession, it will be taken to our safe house in Petersburg. Any questions?” All brothers shook their head no.

  “The rest of you will stay here with me to defend the club in case there is immediate retaliation from the Hellhounds. Once the package is dealt with, we will vote on how to stop the war the Hellhounds are preparing to rage on us. More intel came in last night that several truckloads of supplies had been dropped off at their clubhouse. Woods and Lefty just called it in. Everyone get ready,” Prez called out, effectively dismissing the group.

  He turned towards us and said, “Be smart. Be safe. And get your asses back here in one piece.”

  “Yes sir,” we replied in unison. Prez walked over and hugged Colton. He said something to Colton but Wesson’s voice was too low to be heard. Colton nodded in agreement before they slapped each other on the back one last time.

  Colton looked at each of us and gave a head nod before getting into the truck with Knox. Whistler brought his pipes to life as Knox and I joined him. We exited the gates and started our journey to retrieve Baxter from the devil himself.

  Campbell

  I woke with a start as images of Z staring back at me with too much fucking crazy in his eyes. God I hate that man. The bed was empty; the cold sheets told me I had been alone for a while. Where was Tank? A feeling of dread overtook me as I jumped from the bed. The soreness between my legs made me blush as I remembered our night together.

  Holy shit I am no longer a virgin.

  And like hello - today is my birthday!

  Happy birthday to me bitches.

  Any dread was quickly forgotten as I danced to the bathroom and turned on the shower. As I brushed my teeth I allowed myself to look in the mirror for the first time in a few days. The marks had pretty much healed, which was a relief. As I looked closer I was shocked to find happiness and love staring back at me behind flushed cheeks, bright eyes, and SEX hair. I laughed out loud as I jumped in the shower and sang “Best Day of My Life,” by American Authors the entire time. This was going to be the best birthday ever!

  If I had known what was about to happen I would have stayed in the shower the rest of the day . . . hell my life.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Campbell

  As I got dressed there was a frantic knock on the door. I slipped my t-shirt on as I opened the door to find Logan there with her disposable phone looking around like the devil himself was after her.

  “What’s wrong?” I pulled her into the room, closing and locking the door.

  “
It’s him,” she mumbled. Tremors wrecked her body. I hugged her to me.

  “Who?” I asked just as the phone started vibrating between us.

  “Z,” she shuttered.

  “What!?” I exclaimed. I snatched the phone from her hand and looked at the screen. It said Unknown as it continued to vibrate. Fuck it.

  “What the fuck do you want?” I growled into the phone.

  “Hi baby girl.” His voice so cheery it was downright frightening.

  “Don’t make me repeat myself.” I wrapped my arms around Logan’s shoulders as she clung to me, our foreheads together.

  “Am I on speaker?”

  “Yes,” Logan and I said at the same time.

  “Hello there gorgeous. I wish you hadn’t hung up on me earlier.” He paused. “Anywho. I have a little proposition for you.”

  “How did you get this number?” I interrupted. We were going to talk on our terms, not his.

  “Patience baby girl.” He spoke like he was talking to a fucking toddler.

  “Zander, please tell us.” It was the first time Logan spoke. She was on a first name basis with the crazy?

  “Ahhh. Like music to my ears. That is what your voice is like to me gorgeous.” His sweetness was sickening.

  “Zander.” Logan’s voice held a hint of warning.

  “Ok. ok,” he paused. “Someone there wants me to have you as much as I do.”

  “Who?” I questioned. I was going to fucking kill them.

  “Too soon,” he answered. “Now back to my little proposition. I have something you want.”

  “What?” This man reduced me to single syllable questions.

  “Patience Campbell Eleanor Reed. Do not make me say it again,” he bit out. His annoyance was like music to my ears until he spoke the next words.