Reaper's Salvation (Road to Salvation A Last Rider's Trilogy 3)

“Where are you going?”

“Get another biscuits and refill my coffee. Is that okay with you?”

“Ginny only gave you one biscuit. She gave Rider two.”

“So?”

“Never mind.” Reaper tugged his hat farther down his forehead, fiddling with it because he was becoming increasingly irritated with Viper.

He was about to go search for Viper when his brother returned, followed by Ginny holding a plate of food. Relieved that she was planning to sit with him—and therefore out of Puck’s and Jesus’ reach—he started to relax.

Ginny placed the food down in front of him as Viper sat back down with another plate filled with biscuits and a fucking jar of Ginny’s jelly.

“I thought you might be hungry.”

Reaper frowned when she started to turn away. “Where are you going? T.A. and Dalton are joining us for breakfast.”

“Dalton called. He’s letting Trudy sleep in. He said she hasn’t slept much while I’ve been gone. He invited me to their house this afternoon. I told him yes. Do you mind taking me around twelve?”

“No, I don’t mind. Have a seat,” he urged, trying to keep her away from Puck and Jesus, “while I finish breakfast.”

“I can’t. I’m just waiting for the last pan of biscuits to come out of the oven, then I’m going to take a shower and meet Silas.”

“Have you eaten?”

Ginny gave him her bright smile. “First thing I did this morning. I ate a big bowl of oatmeal. Silas is bringing me a jar of honey when he comes. You need anything before I go?”

Reaper gave her a pleading look. “You could get me the jelly on the table over there.” He nodded at the table Rider and Shade were sitting at.

“Of course.” Ginny turned to see where he was nodding. Giving him a suspicious glance, she nevertheless went to get the jelly for him.

“Jesus. Do you have to make it so obvious?” Viper snorted, buttering his biscuit.

“Shut the fuck up,” Reaper snarled at him, then pasted a saccharine smile on as Ginny brought the jelly to him. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

When Ginny went to move away, Reaper caught her hand. “You haven’t given me my morning kiss,” he reminded her.

Ginny blushed bright red. Darting a quick glance at Viper, she then bent and gave him a light kiss on his lips. “My biscuits will burn.”

Reaper watched her with a calculating gaze as she made her escape.

Viper reached out, taking the jelly away from him to unscrew the lid and smear a healthy dollop on his biscuit. “I think the only one who Ginny needs protecting from is you,” Viper said.

“With all of us home”—Reaper took the jelly back—“you can send Puck and Jesus back to Ohio. I’ll even gas their bikes for them.”

“Sorry, they won’t be leaving anytime soon.”

“Why not?”

“Did you forget that mass text you sent out last night?”

“What in the fuck does that have …? Fuck.”

“You told all The Last Riders that, in their free time, they can volunteer to help you build your and Ginny’s new house, and that you would pay them time and a half. Puck and Jesus checked with me last night, asking if they could stay and work with you instead of going back to Ohio. They said they needed the extra cash, so I gave them the go-ahead.”

“I didn’t know they were here when I sent the text.”

“Doesn’t matter. You’re going to need their help. The brothers here are tired of building. I don’t care how much you offer them. Killyama drove them nuts nitpicking them to death. And may I remind you that Train and Rider both asked for an extra hand from you when Train’s was being built and Rider wanted help when Jo remodeled her house?”

“Fuck,” Reaper groused.

“That’s the way it goes sometimes. Payback is a bitch.”

Reaper looked down at his plate, irritated that Puck or Jesus wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. He frowned, then raised his head, remembering the plate of biscuits that Viper had carried to the table. All those fucking biscuits hadn’t been just for him. The plate was now empty with Viper placing the last biscuit in his mouth.

“You ate my biscuits.”

“Yes, I did. Sometimes payback isn’t a bitch; it’s the brother who you dragged out of bed when Winter was—”

Reaper raised his hand, stopping him.

“—sound asleep,” Viper continued, undeterred.

Forking a bite of eggs in his mouth, he intended to go upstairs with Ginny and remind her who she belonged to. And to reinforce that thought, when Ginny was with T.A., he would take the opportunity to go shopping.

Thinking of T.A., he wanted to ask Ginny if Sex Piston would be there—she had threatened … Then a thought dawned on him so urgently that he rose to his feet, horror stricken.

“Text Train and tell him to keep Killyama home!”

Viper immediately reached for his phone, his face equally as horror stricken.