Logan's Reaper

by J. D. Lowrance

  “Hey,” Colton raised his voice at the end like it was a question.

  “Bathroom,” Campbell and I said together. “Jinx,” we pointed to each other and started to howl with laughter. “You totally owe me a beer,” Campbell said. I shook my head forgetting for a brief moment that we were not alone. I swayed a little with my next step and felt strong hands grip my waist. My cheeks flushed as I looked up at Colton under my lashes not knowing what to expect and was surprised by the grin on his face. “Thanks Colt,” I reached out and squeezed one of his hands, knowing that my thanking him had nothing to do with steading me. Since getting to Camden City, everything seemed to be falling into place, and I was hoping that included him. His grin morphed into a smile that changed his eyes from stone cold to liquid silver, coating me with warmth.

  “He called me Cam, Logan,” Campbell pointed out as she closed and locked the bathroom door. “You are the only person that calls me that. I like it. It makes him seem like family.”

  “I liked it too, Cam.” I looked up at her from the toilet. “And did you see how he reacted when I called him Colt?”

  I stumbled again as we switched places with Campbell steading me until I took hold of the sink. “You better slow down missy, or else you will be dying tomorrow,” Campbell warned. She finished up and we both washed our hands together giggling.

  “Cam, look at us,” I said as I pointed at our reflections, “we look happy.”

  “We do, don’t we?” she finished.

  That happiness was short lived because as we walked back to the party I saw Colton seated at the bar with a sweet butt between his legs and another one hanging off his side licking his ear. I saw red. “What the fuck?” Campbell stormed past me and was intercepted by Tank. I could not hear what was said between them but saw the fight leave her and she nodded in agreement to whatever he was whispering. I turned so I would not have to look at either Colton’s actions or Tank and Campbell’s intimate exchange.

  Trigger came up behind me and threw his arm over my shoulder. “Hey princess,” he whispered in my ear. “Let’s dance.” He was not bothered in the least that he had to literally drag me to the dance floor. Once we were there he danced all crazy throwing his arms out while he turned around bumping me with his butt that I laughed out loud momentarily forgetting what put me in a foul mood. We were both laughing and having a good time until I looked up and saw Colton sitting alone and staring back at me with stone cold eyes. How dare he act like that when I just watched him get licked and humped by multiple women. Fuck you buddy and the sweet butt you rode in on.

  Yep I was drunk.

  Campbell and Tank joined us and I danced with Trigger who was getting more aggressive with each song. By the fourth song he was practically dry humping me on the dance floor. Colton’s constant eyes on me were the only reason I stayed enduring Trigger’s grunts and roaming hands. A slower tune stopped Trigger’s advancements. “Want a beer princess?” He slurred in my ear as he licked my ear lobe totally creeping me out. “Sure.” I would have said anything to get him out of my space. The moment he was gone I felt hands circle my waist from behind pulling me into a hard body that smelled of leather and musk. I knew it was Colton before he even murmured in my ear, “Hey beautiful.” All earlier annoyance vanished at his touch.

  “Hey yourself,” I said as I leaned into him curling my hands around the back of his neck. His arms tightened around me.

  “You smell amazing,” he whispered in my ear as he turned me around and buried his nose in the crook of my neck. I think he likes that spot. I pulled us closer as he ground his hardness into me.

  “Why are you torturing me by dancing with Trigger?” I felt his words across my neck.

  “Me torturing you,” I said as I pulled back moving my hands from his hairline to his chest. “I am not the one with sweet butts hanging all over me and at least Trigger wasn’t . . . wasn’t. . . ” My mind went blank as Colton’s eyes went from warm and welcome to cold and hard. He straightened to his full height and asked, “Wasn’t what? He was practically fucking you on the dance floor,” he bit back grabbing my wrists in his hands as if he did not want my touch any longer.

  “Jealous, Colt?” The question left my mouth before I could stop it. His eyes instantly flamed in response as he dropped my hands. “What-the-fuck-ever,” he said as he walked away. Oh shit. “Colt, wait,” I whined but he ignored me as he walked away.

  “What was that all about?” Trigger asked as he handed me a beer.

  “No idea,” I lied, gulping down the amber liquid. I never took my eyes off Colton as he walked back to the bar signaling to the two sweet butts to join him. Several beers and songs later, I went over the edge with a shot of tequila as Colton walked up the stairs with those two whores.

  And then I blacked out.

  Colton

  Fuck. I could not even stand the taste of these two, like ash and cheap booze. I craved the smell of pears and barley on my tongue from the beers Logan drank tonight. I fell back on the bed as I felt my jeans being undone. A warm mouth was sucking me before my jeans ever left my hips, so I balled up my fists to keep from pushing it off. I felt a second pair of hands under my shirt. “Take care of her,” I mumbled, anything for them not to touch me. I used to love this shit; two sweet butts fucking me and each other as they fucked me. It was all I ever wanted. But now all I wanted was an auburn-haired minx that fit perfectly at my side with perky breasts and long legs. It was one fucking day and she already ruined me. I wondered if I just fucked her I could get her out of my system.

  Tonight I would have started by getting her to strip tease out of that blue dress, letting me take her all in without a stitch of clothing. I would then lick every inch of her body spending extra time on the sweet spot between her legs that would taste better than my favorite dessert. I would add my fingers stretching her as I sucked on her clit and not stop until she moaned my name, Colt. God I love that she calls me that. While she was still coming, I would ease into her, taking my time; inch by mother-fucking inch. I would savor her tightness stretching her to accommodate me, molding her to fit me . . . forever. I would pick up the pace when my balls started to tighten, taking her faster and faster until I branded her. . .

  Fuck. I looked down and found my hand on the dick-sucker’s head as I unloaded into her mouth. It was too much for her handle as it dripped out the sides and down her chin onto me. Fucking rookie. Where do they find these bitches?

  I sat up and looked down at the second chick finger fucking the dick sucker and pulling on her nipples. “You ladies take as long as you need, I need a fucking drink.” I make a quick exit still zipping my shit up as I walked out into the hall. Please let her still be here. I ran down the stairs to find Logan leaning on Campbell as Tank made his rounds. I walked right up to them and scooped Logan up into my arms.

  “I knew you’d come,” she slurred in my neck. “Tell me they don’t mean anything.”

  “Only you,” I murmured kissing her forehead. Why did she matter so much to me? I never felt protective or jealous over any chick. But Logan was not just any chick; I wanted her as my . . . as my what? Old lady? Shit. “You are the only one that I want,” I said as she passed out in my arms right where she belonged.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Colton

  It was Saturday and the crew was over my house to grill and chill out after a long week. The shop and club kept us busy. My pop extended his trip a few more days leaving me to oversee everything. I did not know how he dealt with it all the time. There was just so much shit to handle. Thank god, the weather was finally warmer so we sat outside shooting the shit and messing with our bikes.

  Damn. She was a sight for sore eyes. It had been a week since the sisters were at the clubhouse and I had been avoiding everything Logan since then. After getting her in Tank’s truck I went back to my room to kick out the two sweet butts knowing they still had time to find a bed that night. Then I drank my face off for the next few days. I slept the entire week at th
e clubhouse trying to get my head on straight. I thought I could get her off my mind with a little distance, but I was so wrong. My brain was messed up from what I was feeling for Logan. She was constantly on my mind and nothing I did seemed to make it stop. I could not even get it up for another piece of ass. Trust me I tried twice this past week.

  Trigger avoided me the first couple of days because he was as pissed at me as I was with him. What a fuckin’ douche! Things between us were finally back to semi-normal by mid-week. He just needed to accept the fact the Logan was off limits to everyone but me.

  Distance and time only made me want her more, the missing piece in me growing bigger. I saw her getting out of her car which made my dick stand to attention. No girl every got me this hard just by looking at her. She was wearing those damn cut-offs that were right at her ass as she and Campbell were bending over to get the bags out of the trunk. I watched Tank run over to them. He has got it so bad for Cam. My legs were already heading towards them when I heard them laugh at whatever knuckle head thing Tank was throwing at them. I stopped in my tracks when I saw Trigger join them. Tank took the girls’ bags as Trigger stepped in between them offering his arms to escort them to the house. I balled my hands into fists at my side to stop from killing Trigger for touching what’s mine.

  Mine. I heard Worm’s laughter directly behind me as he said, “That is exactly how I felt about Tina when I first saw her. It only took three months to make her my old lady.”

  “I don’t know what you are talking about.” Denial was the best strategy.

  “The green-eyed monster needs to be fed my friend, and soon from the looks of your white-knuckle fist and stiff dick,” Worm laughed, “and denying it only makes it hungrier.”

  “What-the-fuck-ever man.” It was a lame comeback even to my ears. I walked back to my bike breathing heavy as I caught sight of Knox shaking his head and laughing.

  “We will see you lovely ladies in about an hour,” Tank yelled as he and Trigger walked out of the house. A shit-grin on his face; one he had been sporting a lot whenever he talked about Cam or she was around. I could always tell when he was in contact with her random times during the day because he was looking down at his phone and laughing or smiling at it. I could not even imagine calling her Campbell anymore; she was Cam now.

  “Inviting the sweet butts over to eat?” Worm looked directly at me when he asked trying to get a rise out of me.

  “Hell yeah,” Trigger said. “But Worm we got to come up with a new name for them because both of those butts are sweeter than anything that stalks the clubhouse today.”

  “Jesus Tank,” I interrupted because I could not stand another second of Trigger’s talking about Logan’s ass. “You know I don’t let pussy in my house. That shit is for the clubhouse.”

  “What?” asked Tank. “You complaining? I seem to remember you all up on Logan at the clubhouse last week. I am serving her up on a silver platter and you want to bitch like a little girl about your no-pussy-in- the-house rule.” He air quoted the last part.

  “Whatever man, I was with two sweet butts that night,” I countered.

  “What-the-fuck-ever,” Trigger yelled. “You didn’t do shit because you weren’t up there for more than 10 minutes before you were back tucking her in Tank’s car and downing whiskey, bitchin’ about smellin’ pears and shit. And I heard from another brother that they both were sent looking for other accommodations the minute you stalked back to the bar.”

  Fuck. I did not have a comeback for any of it. I looked at Worm who had a shit grin on his face knowing I could not say shit. “Whatever,” I added, “if you decide to bang ‘um, just do it at their house.”

  “We can bang them?” Knox asked, chuckling at the whole conversation.

  “No!” Tank and I said in unison. Interesting. I looked at Tank and realized that my own expression probably mirrored his miserable one. It appeared that I was not the only one feeling a little protective. The other three burst out laughing. Damn it. It did not look like my secret was so secret anymore.

  Logan

  “You cannot wear that,” Campbell told me as she gave me the once-over.

  “Why not?” I looked down at what I wore to the grocery store. “It is just a pair of cut-off jeans and a tank top.”

  “Precisely. You look like farmer trash. Not a hot chick trying to get laid.”

  “Farmer trash?” I asked.

  “Yeah. You know Daisy Duke or whatever her name was.”

  “Then I guess I’m farmer trash as you so eloquently put it. What can I say?” I completely ignored the getting laid comment because I had done nothing but fall asleep this past week to fantasies of Colton doing everything under the sun to me, which just pissed me off. Between him going off with those two sweet butts last week and then being MIA this whole week, I did not have the patience or wherewithal to play these games with him. Campbell swore he was only gone a second with those two chicks and was back to tuck me into Tank’s truck. She even said he was whispering to me right before he kissed me on the forehead. Whatever. The only reason we were going over was due to the simple fact that we did not have anything to eat. Yeah right.

  “Come on Logan,” Campbell whined as she stomped around. “I have spent the last hour freshening up while you did nothing but chores and shit.”

  “I’m sorry, but someone has to take care of this stuff.” I threw my hands out trying to make her see my point. “Tonight is my first night at the bar and this stuff needs to get done. Plus I cut up cantaloupe and made brownies.”

  “You are so hot for him,” she said as she threw me a red t-shirt with a very deep V-neck. “Put on the denim skirt you were going to wear for work and this top.” As I poked my head through the shirt, Campbell was in front of me motioning for me to sit down. I did as ordered while she applied light make-up and pulled my hair out of my standard pony tail and shook it out.

  “Damn girl, you are so fucking hot.”

  “Cam, really? Stop with the f-bombs,” I scolded.

  “I will. I figured it was one of those words that once you actually got fucked, you didn’t need to use the word anymore,” Campbell added as if this was a deep thought, “almost like it gets fucked out of you. I figured that is why you never use it since Brock Phillips took you in that shitty ass trailer we lived in that one summer.”

  Oh. My. God! “Campbell, how do you…what are you…just oh my god. Let’s go.”

  Colton

  We migrated to the back yard with Tank manning the grill when Logan and Campbell walked through the gate. Logan carried a big bowl while Campbell had a plate with tin foil covering it. “And what do we have here?”

  “Just some cut-up cantaloupe,” Logan tapped the top of her bowl, then pointed to Campbell’s plate and said, “and chocolate brownies.”

  “You didn’t have to do that.” Trigger said, coming up behind me stealing my line.

  “No worries,” the girls said in unison. “Jinx,” they both yelled.

  “I know, I know. Logan totally owes you a beer Cam,” I said laughing. Logan’s whole face lit up as she looked at me and then to her sister. I saw Cam give her a wink. I would do anything to see Logan smile at me like that every minute of every day.

  “Her wish is my command.” Trigger handed Logan a beer, now stealing my thunder. Fucker.

  “Wow, that was fast,” Logan said, blushing as she peaked up at me under her long lashes. Damn.

  “Want to take those inside?” I asked as I pointed to the bowl she was holding.

  “Sure,” Logan responded.

  “Here Cam, hand me your plate,” I demanded, then added, “please” for good measure. I wanted Logan all to myself even if just for a few minutes.

  I placed my hand on her lower back as I guided her into the house. I made eye contact with Trigger letting him know she was mine. Once inside, I placed the brownie plate on the island.

  “This is beautiful Colt,” Logan exclaimed as she looked around. “The granite is breathtaking
and the appliances are amazing. I love this kitchen.” She sat her bowl down on the island looking around. “Did you do all of this?”

  “Yeah,” I answered as I rubbed my hand back and forth over the top of my head while my eyes studied my shit kickers sticking out from under my jeans. “The brothers helped,” I said still not meeting her eyes which I felt studying me. She was right in front of me when I looked up and I could not help it as my gazed traveled over her firm body. “It suits you,” she said spearing me with those crystal blue gems. I could not stop myself even if I tried as I stepped towards her once, twice until she was up against the island. I placed my hands on either side of her caging her in. I buried my face in the crook of her neck and took a deep breath. I felt all the tension dissolve as she melted into me. With her standing in my kitchen, pressed up against me, I felt whole. I could not explain it but she felt like that piece I was missing for so long.

  I pulled back, moving one of my hands from the counter to her cheek, rubbing my thumb over her bottom lip pulling it out from between her teeth. I replaced my finger with my lips, lightly brushing hers. She seemed hesitate so I let my lips hover over hers as I checked to make sure she was okay with what I was doing to her. The look in her eyes confirmed that she felt the same way no matter what happened at the clubhouse. My dick hardened at the realization, willing my body to go all caveman on her and claim what was mine until we were both too exhausted to move. A small gasp escaped her lips as if she had read my mind.

  Any resistance I had fled as she leaned into me igniting our connection. My tongue skimmed across her lips savoring her minty taste. A sigh parted her lips and I snaked my tongue in, deepening the kiss. My hands moved to her waist bringing them flush against my rock hard cock. I circled my hips earning a moan from Logan as she encircled my neck with her arms. I pressed against her sweet spot as I kissed along her jaw to my spot where I buried my nose into her neck taking a deep breath. If I did not slow down I was definitely going to drag her up those steps and lock her away with me until we were too sated to move.