Reaper's Till Death (Devils Rejects MC 3)

“Yeah, you’ll find the basics in there.” He grunts as he sinks down on his knees and starts arranging some pillows on the bed. I guess we are definitely sharing the bed.

I don’t know how I feel about that.

With the bathroom to myself, I strip down and get in the shower.

Chapter Eight

—Reaper—

What a fucking day. I am still trying to wrap my mind around what went down tonight. First, I was punching Cocky then Harley was scrapping with Regina.

Crazy shit.

I don’t know what to make of it. Any of it. Thinking about the wiener shit and Regina is about to do my head in. Can’t believe that bitch stuck my hot dog in her used-up snatch.

I’m about to fall asleep when Harley emerges from the bathroom in a thong that might as well be dental floss and her tank top sans bra. Her damp hair hangs down her back and all I want to do is wrap my fist around it. I try to shake away the thought but fuck me she looks sexy as fuck right now.

I’m starting to think she’d look good in a paper sack.

“Do you want the lamp off?”

“Please.” The hell. I never say please to anyone.

The light fades and Harley slides under the sheet on the other side of the bed.

I haven’t slept all night in the same bed with anyone since I was in foster care and the house I was staying at didn’t have enough beds. Sure, they were supposed to have a bed for each of us but most never did.

Had to share with this kid name Jesus. He wet the damn bed every Goddamn night, and I swore I’d have my own bed someday, and I’d never share it with another soul.

I’m not that gangly kid who had to share his bed and fight for scraps of food any longer. I fought my way out of the gutter. I have my own company and a real brotherhood who has my back.

Harley isn’t mine but the minute I saw Cocky touching her she sure felt like mine. I was back to being that kid who needed to fight for what’s his.

“Reaper…”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry…about earlier,” she whispers.

I turn my head in her direction. She’s on her side facing me and I’m on my back with an arm under my head. I can see her chest rising and falling with every breath she takes. Her legs kick out from under the sheet.

“You hot?”

“Yes.”

The humidity tonight has the air sticky and sweet as it clings to our skin. I get up from the bed and position the box fan in front of the patio door, so it will suck some of the hot air out of the room.

“That should help some.”

I’m sliding back into bed when she says, “Would you…do you mind if I take my shirt off?”

My cock stiffens, and I hope she can’t see under the pale light of the moon shining in on us.

“Suppose not.” My voice comes out hoarse and cracked. I’d be a damned liar if I said knowing she is right next to me naked isn’t hella tempting.

I try not to look when I hear the rustling of her removing her tank, but I can’t help myself. I suck in a breath seeing her tits in the dim moonlight spilling in.

My hand immediately goes to cover my cock and I roll to my side so that she is facing my backside. The desire to stroke my growing erection is about damn near unbearable. I feel like a fifteen-year-old kid seeing breasts for the first fuckin’ time when one of my foster sisters flashed me on a dare.