Page 79 of Resurfaced Passion

Reaper gave a chin jut. The prospects looking worse for wear didn’t get a chance to sleep the day away, they were busy cleaning the place.

“The boy couldn’t stay more than a few hours though. He was getting back to that new girl of his in Georgia. Looks to me we might be having a wedding soon and the wanderer settling down in the south.”

It was the first he was hearing of Red Light being hooked up with anyone. Far as Reaper knew of the guy he was like most of the boys and liked to share his dick around. Good for him though if he’d found someone.

His lips twitched thinking of his own girl; he’d dropped her off at her apartment early this morning so she could get ready for work. He’d kissed her long enough that she’d sighed into his mouth, clutched his shirt and made him think about talking her into staying home again.

One perfect day with Paige where he let down most of his guard and all his bloody doors were blown apart. He couldn’t hold nothing back of any importance from her. He’d almost fucking blurted how much he loved her but that would have been too weird for her, seeing as how he’d onlyjuststated his claim to dating her.

He had no plan. No fucking plan at all.

He knew he was treading in dangerous waters, but it was Paige, he couldn’t help himself. He’d needed a taste, just a taste and then he’d gulped her in, and she’d consumed him right back.

He wore her claw marks all over him. His tiny vixen knew how to bite and scratch and demand of his body. He’d loved every second of it. Even now his cock rose in attention against the inside of the zipper. He heeled a hand over his crotch, there would be no satisfaction until later. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t see her sooner.

He was too accustomed to sitting in the diner and watching her like a dog would gaze at a bone it salivated over.

Jed cut through his musings. “You look different, son. Relaxed, I’d say.”

That didn’t say much for Reaper’s usual demeanor. He rose a brow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” laughed the old man. He liked Jed, always had from day one. The guy must be pushing middle seventies and had bad arthritis now in one hand so he couldn’t ride his sweet hog anymore, but he still had a hard body, still wore his biker clothes, still rocked up most days and did his part around the club. So did his old lady, Helen, another one Reaper liked. Not that he was demonstrative in that liking, but he’d never see any harm come to the older couple, nor would any member worth their patch.

The club protected their own, old and new.

Reaper might have joined the club for his own reasons back when, but somewhere along the way, he’d become ingrained in the Renegade Souls MC and though he knew there might be a day he’d have to walk away, he’d do it, without a moment’s notice.

He liked the place.

He liked the people.

He liked the brotherhood of it.

Some days that brotherhood had been the only thing stopping Reaper crawling out of his own skin.

“How’s that girl of yours?” Jed asked. The old goat didn’t miss a trick, did he? He gossiped worse than Snake and Z-girl did.

Reaper smirked and dipped his head over his cup of coffee.

“She’s good, tired this morning.” He didn’t give details, didn’t need to, when Jed barked a hoarse laugh and knocked his silver rings on top of the bar.

“I’m sure you’ll fix that, son.”

Yeah, he would.

The rest of the day, while he worked, he had one of the boys commenting on the state of his face, mainly because of the smile he wore.

It freaked them all out.

“Look, I don’t like it, okay? This fucker is smiling, how do we know he doesn’t have dynamite stuck up his ass ready to blow us up?” Dramatic as always, Snake waved the socket wrench.

Reaper ignored him and got on with fixing the shit he was fixing down on the shop floor.

“We know you like things up your ass, my man,” Grinder piped in. “But I don’t think any bastard would smile with dynamite between their cheeks, get me?”

“He got laid.” Capone added his cents worth.

“Boy definitely wet his dick.” Added Preacher.

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