Page 129 of Down & Dirty: Reaper

“It’s a mystery,” Vi said on a laugh.

Her attention was pulled over to Chaos and one of the sweet butts at a nearby picnic table.

Without looking, Reaper knew exactly what she was watching. The club secretary was sitting nearby on one of the attached benches with his jeans open. His thighs were spread wide to make room for Cherry. The sweet butt’s head bobbed up and down with enthusiasm.

Thank fuck for the music. It made it easier to deal with the accompanying sound effects.

When he was first around the club, Reaper had been surprised to see sexual acts taking place everywhere and anywhere. Now, he hardly blinked.

Vi fake gagged.

“Sounds like you’re not the only one gagging,” Reaper said dryly, not caring if the other couple overheard them.

Shooting a glance in their direction, he noticed they were distracted, anyway. Chaos had his head thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut, and one hand fisting the back of Cherry’s long hair.

“Chaos always picks her.”

Reaper lifted the shoulder not engaged in holding Vi and let it drop in a half-shrug. “Maybe he likes her.”

With a shake of her head, Vi turned her eyes back to him. “It’s because she has red hair and blue eyes like Lexi. Poor sap has the hots for her and knows she’ll never give it up to him.”

“Jesus. Are we talking about your cousin Lexi?”

“Yes.”

“I haven’t dealt with her much but the few times I have, she made my nuts shrivel in fear.”

“I’m sure you’re not the only one. It’s because she thinks she can resist getting claimed by a biker. Funny enough, her mother thought the same thing, but rumor has it that Jag never fucking gave up. He was determined as hell to get her.”

“You’re also proof persistence pays off. Look how hard you chased me and succeeded. You won the ultimate prize.”

She shoved at him but he didn’t loosen his hold.

He plucked the beer from her hand and tipped it to his lips.

She wrinkled her nose. “Eww. Backwash.”

That brought back the memory of their first time together on the porch swing. “It would only be gross if I had just ate your ass and didn’t brush my teeth before drinking it.”

With a laugh-groan, she bounced her forehead against his chest.

“Plus, you suck my dick.” With another swig, he finished the bottle, then tossed it toward the nearest metal trash can. It made it. “Three points.”

“Oh look at you, ready to be drafted by the NBA.”

“Fuck that.” He moved his hands to her hips and squeezed. “I’m perfectly happy where I am.”

After his confession, she melted against him. “Did you talk to Zeke?”

“Yeah. He said I can claim you at the next exec committee meeting.”

Vi’s head tipped to the side. “He said you can claim me or can ask to claim me?”

“When I brought it up, he made it sound like it would be a done deal. What I wasn’t expecting was him laughing his fucking ass off, slapping me on the back, and wishing me good luck.”

She rolled her lips under. “Because of my father?”

“Vi,” he said simply, lifting one eyebrow.