Reaper's Till Death (Devils Rejects MC 3)

“You’re standing in it,” he states coolly.

I scoff. “Excuse me?”

“Couch folds out into a sleeper sofa,” he explains.

“Right. So, do you live here, or do you stay somewhere else?”

“Sorry to disappoint you, but yeah I live here. I like being close to work and no one tries to steal or fuck with my equipment.”

“Where’s all your stuff?” I look around the small room noting the lack of personal effects.

“I live a simple life. Got everything I need. Roof over my head. Clothes on my back. My work…the club…and my bike.”

“No old lady?” I press.

“Hell no. Remote is on the table. Make yourself comfortable. I’m hitting the head and taking a shower.”

“Okay then.” I purse my lips together and sit on the edge of the dark gray sofa.

I don’t think this is what my folks had in mind when they sent me here.

Chapter Four

—Reaper—

Fuck me. I don’t think Hades thought this damn plan of his through. I live in a studio apartment meant for a single person—me. I enjoy the bachelor life. I do what and who I want when I want. I don’t answer to nobody. Especially not to a woman. Not gonna lie though. Seeing Hades and Sara at home with CT, made me think twice about my life. Prez has it made. Hot as fuck wife and sweet kid. Nice house. White picket fence. Brother is living the American dream. It isn’t for me though. I like to fuck then go home alone.

As I step into the shower under the spray of hot water I try not to think about how damn good Harley’s ass looks in her tight shorts. I don’t even know how old she is. Goddamn. Fucking Hades putting this shit off on me. He damn well could have let Harley stay under his roof.

I try to think of anything but her sexy curves, but nothing can wipe her banging body from my mind. My cock hardens as I imagine what would happen if I walked straight out of the shower and into the living room naked right now. Would she give me what I want? A wham bam thank you Ma’am?

I shouldn’t even be entertaining the thought. She’s an assignment. Nothing more.

I know it isn’t Harley’s fault either of us are put in this uncomfortable situation, but I hope like hell whoever is after her shows his face soon. It’s only been a few hours and I’m itching to fuck or fight. I’ve got to get out of here and let off some steam. I can check in on Harley through my security system.

I hurry through my shower and get ready to head to the clubhouse. There is bound to be easy pussy or a fight waiting for me.

Wrapping a towel around my waist I realize I didn’t bring a change of clothes into the bathroom. Normally I would walk around in my birthday suit, but I don’t want to give Harley the wrong idea.

“Forgot my clothes,” I announce as I rush to my closet to grab a pair of jeans and a tee. She looks up from painting her toenails. Her bare feet are propped up on the coffee table. I gotta say she does have dainty, sexy looking feet, and I can almost understand that pervert wanting to suck on her toes.

The heat of her gaze penetrates my skin momentarily until she looks away seeming unbothered by my nakedness. Returning to her task she ignores my presence completely, so I turn my back to her at the closet door and drop my towel to tug on a pair of jeans.

“Nice ass.” Her voice comes out soft in a sweet caress.

I snort and shake my head. “Thanks,” I grunt and hurry to pull the denim up over my nice ass. “I’m heading out for a bit. Don’t do anything dumb. I have a top of the line security system installed and will be checking in on you regularly. I’ll be at the clubhouse, but if you need anything you can stand by the patio door and wave. I’ll see you…eventually.”

“You don’t expect me to just sit here being bored to tears while you’re off getting your dick sucked, do you?”

I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “You even old enough to know what sucking dick is?”

“I know big fat cock when I see one.” She smirks as she twists the cap back on her bottle of nail polish. Those enticing blue eyes of hers zone in on my crotch, and I realize I never fucking tucked my semi- hard dick in my pants and zipped. My jaw ticks as she watches me go through the motions.

“If I take you with me—you better be on your best fuckin’ behavior. You’re my responsibility, and I won’t have you doing stupid shit and causing Hades to ride my ass. We clear?”

“Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself.”

“Right…that’s why your daddy stuck you on that bus.” I regret the words the moment I say them, but there is simply something about her that is fucking getting under my damn skin.