Reaper's Till Death (Devils Rejects MC 3)

“Reaper…”

“Yeah?”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Me either.” I sigh, remembering a game I used to play with my foster brother. “For a million dollars would you rather give up your cell phone for a year or sex?”

“I’m without both now.” Her soft confession makes my dick twitch. “But if I had to choose one I’d give up my phone. What about you?”

With my hand still on my cock, I tell her, “Definitely the phone. Don’t use it nearly as much as my dick.”

“Okay.” I can hear the smile in her voice. “For a million dollars would you rather go a year surviving alone in the wilderness or spend a year living in a mansion with your greatest enemy?”

“Damn. That’s a hard one. I think I’d tough it out in the mansion. Too many unknowns in the wild.”

“That’s fair.”

I turn so that we are lying face to face on our pillows. “For a million dollars would you rather keep getting pregnant until you were no longer able or never have kids?”

“Well gee.” She laughs. “Um, well I would need that million dollars to feed all those kids and I still don’t think it would be enough. So, I am going to say never have kids of my own and use the money to adopt.”

“Cheater.”

“Am not.” She shoves at me playfully.

“I said never have kids.”

“Have not adopt,” she argues, pushing at me again. “It’s not the same thing.”

I tickle her side and she hits me with her pillow. Soon we are rolling around fighting until I somehow end up on top of her pinning her arms down. Her minty breath blows over my lips as she breathes heavily. The humid air clings to our skin, creating a sticky friction as my dick presses into her thigh.

A small gasp leaves her throat as she stares up at me through the darkness as a cloud covers the moon. “What’s your real name, Reaper?”

“Quinn,” I tell her.

“Can I call you Q? I like that better than Reaper.” Her breath hits my lips again and I lick them, wanting to taste hers.

“You can call me Quinn.”

“Okay, Quinn.”

Hearing my name leave her tempting mouth just does something to me. Been a long time since a woman has called me anything other than Reaper.

“I’d like that.”

“And Quinn?”

“Yeah…”

“Can you maybe get your dick off my leg unless you plan on using it?’

Chucking under my breath, I roll away from her.

I close my eyes and then she says, “You never did get laid tonight.”

“Get some sleep, Ha

rley.”