Reaper's Till Death (Devils Rejects MC 3)

“Let me. It probably went under the seat.” Leaning forward my head is practically in his crotch. I have to scoot further over his lap. Stretching my fingers, I almost have it.

I hear Quinn chuckle. Then his palm grasps the back of my head.

“What are you doing?”

His response is to push down on my head as I try to push against his hold. When the horn of a big truck next to us sounds it all clicks. The truck driver thinks I am giving him head and he’s fucking egging it on.

I grab the lighter and push up. I’m a good sport so I wipe at my mouth, playing along. The horn sounds again and Quinn grins at me. I hold his lighter out and he sticks the cancer stick in his mouth.

“Smoking is unattractive.”

“Good thing I don’t give a fuck,” he snaps, snatching the lighter.

I jerk the cigarette from his mouth.

“Give it back,” he warns. “It’s my last one.” His tone is so serious it is almost comical.

“What you gonna do?” I hold it up like I am going to break it in two.

“Harley, so help me I will make you regret it.”

“That so?” I rub it along my lips and then stick it between my boobs. “You want it? Come get it,” I tease. The butt end is sticking up from my cleavage and he bends his head down and grabs it with his mouth.

“You’re a brat,” he states as the traffic begins to move.

I shrug. “You like it,” I sass.

“Maybe I do,” he whispers and concentrates on lighting up and driving.

Chapter Twelve

—Reaper—

“You ever been camping before?”

“Only in my backyard,” she confesses.

“Better let me spray you down in this Off. Don’t want you getting chiggers and ticks.”

“Bugs?” Her skin turns a pale shade of green that matches the nearby moss.

“Bugs are least of your worries.” Her gorgeous indigo eyes widen when I go into detail about the critters. Raccoons, snakes, wolves, and black bears to name a few. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you, sweet ass.”

“Sweet ass?”

“Yeah, sweet ass.” I don’t offer an explanation. I don’t tell her that I can’t get the way her Daisy Dukes hug her ass and the shade of her eyes out of my head. That I don’t ever want to see her shed another tear. I don’t want to like Harley, but I do. She’s growing on me.

The way her eyes light up when she’s teasing me.

The crooked grin she wears when she is trying not to laugh.

How she looks away when she blushes, not wanting me to see.

Her short shorts and the way they hug her curves.

Those Goddamn yellow heels she’s attached to and still determined to wear out here in the woods.

She squirms as I spray more on her. “It stinks.”