Reaper's Till Death (Devils Rejects MC 3)

She gasps and sputters an unintelligible line of curses.

I dump a few more cans over her body and break out the rubber gloves I bought so I can massage it in her hair without getting my hands smelly in the process. No sense in both of us stinking to the high heavens.

Harley is quiet and thoughtful while I continue my ministrations.

“Quinn,” she finally says. “Why are you being so sweet to me?”

“It’s what anyone would do,” I tell her knowing it’s a lie. My lip twitches and her eyes brighten more than I thought possible.

“Liar,” she whispers.

I shrug and continue the process hoping like hell it works. Our tent is trashed and the store I went to was out. No hotel is gonna let us in with Harley smelling like skunk ass, and we don’t need to draw any unwanted attention to ourselves.

Tonight we’ll have the sleep in the bed of the truck under the stars.

“God, I smell,” she grumbles as I rub more paste on her skin.

If she didn’t smell so God awful I would do away with the gloves, so I could enjoy touching her.

Hooking my thumb under her chin, I capture her attention. “You’re still beautiful.”

“You think I’m beautiful?”

“I’d have to be a blind man not to see it,” I confess.

Goosebumps fan down her arms.

“You’re freezing. Let’s get you rinsed and dried. Stand up.”

Harley does as she is told without a fight. I start pouring jugs of water over her head, repeating the motion until the water runs down her body free and clear of the paste.

I wrap a towel around her body and give her another for her hair before lifting her from the tub and removing the gloves. Her body slides down mine to the ground. Her eyes stay on mine and for a moment there is nothing or no one else in the world but the two of us save the moon and stars up above.

Her soft pink lips part and I wonder if it is an invitation to taste her mouth.

Licking my bottom lip, I don’t think, I act. I take what I want and right now I want Harley.

Bringing my mouth down on hers I feel like I have never lived until now.

I feel like I have never truly kissed another soul until now.

Every other woman I have ever kissed, touched, or held before this moment pales in comparison.

I don’t know what it is about her, but I’ve never felt such raw desir

e.

Such need to have and to hold someone as I do for Harley.

She pulls back. “Quinn. I can’t. We shouldn’t.” She steps back, rubbing her lips.

I’m ready to fuck her blind and stupid. But all she wants to do is fight.

Fight me.

The pull between us.

Harley doesn’t know it yet, but she’s gonna be mine.