Campbell's Reaper: Soul Reapers #2
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A collective gasp filled the room as she blinked back tears from eyes so grey there were only two other people who shared that color . . . Wesson and Colton.
“Honey, what’s your name?” asked Prez.
“Dylan . . . Dylan Price.”
THE END . . . FOR NOW
EPILOGUE
Campbell
“I think we should name our first son Walker,” I said trying to hide the grin I knew was peeking through.
“And let me guess, the second son can be Texas Ranger,” Tank joked back.
“Yep,” I laughed, “and we can call him TR for short.”
“We have spent the last week doing nothing but watching movies and Talladega Nights is still your favorite?”
“Hell yeah,” I answered with a look of “duh” on my face. “Nothing you showed me even came close.”
“Come on. No Nemo? How about Neo? Or Frodo?” Tank asked as his laughter filled the room, making me grin in response. “Oh I know. Maverick.”
“Har Har. Very funny.” We had been lying in bed for the last week whenever we were not helping around the clubhouse. It was our little bubble that neither of us wanted to leave right now. I was still trying to get my head around everything that had happened and was still happening with the Hellhounds and now Dylan was thrown into the mix and it was pure craziness outside of this bedroom.
I rolled over and got on top of him, straddling his hips as his hands found mine. I slowly lifted my shirt over my head revealing my white, see-through lacy bra. He palmed one breast then the other. My nipples peaked as his tongue licked and teased one.
“So responsive,” Tank cooed as he switched his mouth’s attention to the other nipple. I moaned in response as he kissed up my chest to my neck, while my hand dipped between us finding his dick hard and ready. Tank ran his fingers through my hair before gripping it tightly to hold my head in place as he took my lips in a scorching kiss.
I skimmed my hand back and forth across his jean-clad cock. I could never get enough of him. We have been going at it like rabbits and still I needed more. My need for him consumed me as I undid his jeans and freed his rock hard need. I broke our kiss and began to kiss down his chest pushing him back into the bed.
I made quick work of pushing his jeans off his hips and down his legs. His cock thick with need jetted out straight from his body. It twitched with each kiss I placed on Tank’s legs as I worked my way back up his body. His balls hung heavy from his body. I palmed them and Tank rewarded me with a deep moan as I ran my tongue up his shaft to lick the small drop of pleasure from his tip.
“Sunshine,” he rasped. His fingers threaded through my hair. I opened wide as I took him in my mouth until he reached the back of my throat. I swallowed once, letting my jaw adjust to his size. Tank was so big that I worked my hands in time with my mouth as I began to move him in and out. His sharp intake of breath through his teeth told me I was doing it right as I continued to pump him with my mouth and hands. “Feels so good,” he moaned. His grip tightened in my hair. I took him deeper and hollowed out my cheeks when he started to move his hips to my rhythm. “Move Sunshine,” he uttered. “I’m gonna cum.” His words spurred me to latch on and go faster and faster until he tensed under me releasing his pleasure that I greedily swallowed down. When he finally stopped, I slowly pulled him from my mouth with a pop sound. Placing a soft kiss to the head of his still hard cock, I worked my way back up his body placing a kiss here, a lick there until we were eye-to-eye.
And what I saw staring back at me had my breath catching in my lungs. Love like I only saw between Colt and Logan, stared back at me.
Tank
She was a vision. A wet dream, sex goddess of a woman with strawberry blonde hair that spilled down over perky breasts that had the pinkest nipples I had ever seen. Her lips red and swollen from giving me the best fucking head I ever had. As she stared back at me, her tongue slipped out to taste me on her lips.
God I loved this girl.
I knew everything about her; how she smelled like the first day of summer when she first woke up in the morning, how the gold in her eyes glowed whenever I was near, and how she soothed my demons so that I slept through the night when she was in my arms.
“Please.” That one little word had me flipping her over so that she was under me and my fingers were in her within the next breath. Sunshine sighed as I kissed everywhere my lips could reach as my finger worked her sweet pussy that dripped with her need for me.
“Yes. Don’t stop,” she encouraged as her body went taunt with her release. As she was coming down I entered her hard and fast just like I liked it. My need for her overriding any self-control I might have had as I pounded into her. She met me stroke for stroke as my craving for her grew with each moan, each sigh of pleasure. I lifted her arm above her head as her legs circled around my waist, allowing me to go faster and deeper. Cam arched her back so that I rubbed her swollen nob each time. Both of our bliss building as we moved against each other until our bodies exploded from the pleasure.
Sunshine bore my weight as I went boneless from my release. Our breathing in time with each other; fast and furious as we fought to gain control of ourselves.
“I love you,” she vowed as I rolled off of her, bringing her to lie across me.
“I love you too Sunshine, always.” I felt her yawn against my chest, making me yawn in turn. We both laughed.
“Sleep Sunshine,” I murmured. For once happy to follow her into the darkness of sleep, because I knew Campbell would be there to forever shine her light on my world and chase away the shadows of mine.
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LOGAN’S REAPER (SOUL REAPERS #1)
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Logan
I hear the rumble of the pipes before I even saw the motorcycles. I closed my eyes and savored the sound. I loved it and always found myself pausing when I heard one. I fell in love with the sound when daddy brought his bike home that first time. Other kids covered their ears and ran to stand behind their momma's, but not me. I raced towards the sound with my arms and eyes wide open never wanting it to stop.
Logan Jones is hiding in a small town with her sister Campbell. Their gorgeous neighbor of the duplex they just rented is no other than the Soul Reapers' VP Colton Murphy. Her life was too complicated to add another layer of hot-ass biker to the mix.
Colton
She kept sneaking peeks at me from under her long lashes to see if my attention has moved on but after having seen her I did not think it would ever move on again.
Colton Murphy has a good life with plenty of everything coming his way - woman, money, booze. He has plenty of time to settle down in a few years. That is until he returns from a run to find the long-legged, auburn beauty, Logan Jones, that has moved in next door.
MY RANGER WEEKEND
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Flint
Flint Emerson was looking for a good time before heading off for a six-month op. The no-attachments Ranger with the surfer boy good just wanted a weekend away from base and full of women until he meets on woman who makes him rethink everything.
"I had another 24 hours of leave and they would be spent with her, on top of her, behind her, and inside of her. I needed every moment I could get with her before I would never see her again. I needed every moan, every sigh of pleasure, and every orgasm before she would move on from me. Ryan was the marrying type. The type any regular guy would love to bring home. Since being a Ranger was my life, I never intended to get married so this would come to an end. I needed to sear every moment with her into my brain because I just knew she would stay with me for some time, feeding my dreams with naughty delights as she haunted my subconscious with the thought of her with someone else."
Ryan
Between the pressures of deciding what happens after graduation and her parents, Ryan Wethers, the blonde beauty was looking to let loose this weekend with her best friend.
"Ryan you need this. With eve
rything that is going on with you right now. With your parents pressing you about Garrett, law school, your course load, and the design contest." She paused letting the words sink in. "You need a night, hell a weekend of pure fun. And unattached sex with a Ranger would definitely help in that. And who hotter than that piece out there drooling all over you."
Will both get the good time they are looking for? After learning more about one another, will one weekend be enough for either of them? Or will the end of the weekend mean the end of their time together?