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“So good,” she replied, and it was only some time later, when sweat had dried on their skin and it appeared Reaper might be dozing off that she slipped out of bed to use the bathroom.

Freshened up, she came back out several minutes later, intent on crawling back into bed with Reaper, swamped in a big blue t-shirt she’d found on the floor she froze in the doorway; he’d flipped on a lamp and her heart stuttered excited seeing him sitting in the middle of the ottoman at the bottom of the bed.

His feet spread wide looking like a rogue pirate with his freed hair around his chin and eyes only for her.

He patted his naked lap with one hand. Enticing her forward.

The other … was stroking himself to a hardened spike.

“Get over here, Paige. Round two of riding me.” His words were gentle…coaxing with a hot dirty rumble from deep within his throat and the way he held out his hand to her almost had Paige tripping over her own feet to get to him.

This was what playing with fire must feel like, she thought. And didn’t she just sprint across the floor and climb all over him, eager to touch the flames.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

“What happens in the fight club stays in the fight club… unless you have an old lady.” – Reaper

Providing services people couldn’t get through legal channels was all part and parcel of the MC. Reaper liked that aspect better than any of the beatdowns they might have to do. Not to say he wouldn’t, he had a hair-trigger he fought to control better these days after what had happened. But he much preferred being on the money end collecting the profits.

He rode that day with Preacher who was full of stories of his two boys. No one would be in the dark about how fucking happy the road captain was with his family life, he whipped out pictures any chance he got. Reaper wasn’t spared, before they climbed back on the bikes he had a phone in Reaper’s face showing him a video of Tanner Shane rolling from his belly onto his back. “Babies don’t do that this soon, you get me? My kid is smart.”

Reaper’s mouth twitched at the pride in Preacher’s deep timber.

The engine purred beneath him and though his back ached, he was glad to have the two-hour ride ahead of him because it meant they were going home to Armado Springs.

To Paige.

“You ever think about it?” Preacher asked fastening the helmet strap under his chin.

“About your kid rolling over? Can’t say as I do.”

Preacher chuckled. “Having babies.”

“Hate to tell you, Preach, but as much as I try, I can’t get pregnant.”

Another barked laugh, and Preacher roared his bike to life, and he lifted the kickstand with the toe of his steel-cap boot.

“For a ghost, you’re fucking funny, man. Bet your girl wants babies.” He winked and rode off. Leaving Reaper with his mouth open and his heart double-timing.

Putting a baby in Paige? He’d fucking love it.

Their relationship was so complicated and sweet. So fucking sweet he woke most days now smiling like a fool just to have her curled into his ribs fast asleep and drooling on his chest with her fingernails dug into his skin like she thought he might sneak out in the night.

Five days since that night together and they hadn’t been apart yet when it came to bedtime.

He took Paige out for food, or to a movie and then he either rode her home or went to her apartment. He didn’t mind getting up at three am to drive her home to get changed for work and nor did he mind watching her getting dressed every day in the mirror. He’d come up behind her, slip arms around her waist and kiss her neck just to be rewarded with her smile in the mirror.

Babies? He’d love a whole houseful of kids if it meant he had them with his girl.

The entire ride home, that big lug up ahead had put it into Reaper’s mind and now it was all he thought about. The future. The what ifs. The could be’s.

So much he held to himself.

Fear mostly, he wasn’t too proud to admit it.

He was terrified of losing her.

For too long he’d been in the dark, in the in-between of nothing.

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