“That’s my man,” Amber says. He blows her a kiss.
When Reaper hits the center, I don’t cheer for him and he doesn’t look in my direction. Not that I expected him to.
“Reaper may act like a hardass, but I bet he only needs the right woman to soften him up a little.”
Holding my palms up, I tell her, “Oh no. Not even.”
“You don’t see it now, but you will. I’ve never seen him look at a woman like he’s looking at you right now.”
I start to turn in his direction but Amber tugs on my hair.
“Don’t look. Ignore him. It will drive him crazy.”
“I don’t want to drive him crazy.”
“Of course you do.” She laughs. “I have a good sense about these things. You like him.”
“I don’t even know him,” I breathe the words out feeling a tight sensation in the pit of my stomach.
“Where are you staying while you’re just visiting?”
“At Reaper’s,” I tell her knowing how it must sound. “But it isn’t like that.”
“Not yet,” she quips. “Reaper isn’t going to let just any woman sleep at his place. I’ve never known him to allow a woman on the back of his bike let alone take one home with him.”
“He has to. Hades assigned him to look after me.”
“If you say so.”
“I know so.” I look over at Reaper. He’s laughing at something some woman is saying as she latches onto his arm.
“Right,” I whisper to myself as Amber excuses herself to go for another drink.
Chapter Six
—Reaper—
“You free tonight? It’s been a while since you were in my bed.” Regina, one of the clubwhores approaches me. I know she’s got a thing for me but I never double dip. Meaning I don’t stick my dick in the same cunt twice. There’s always one who thinks she can change me. Make me want her again. Make me want something more. That ain’t me though.
Her fingers stroke my arm. “I’d bring a friend. She’s fresh.” She means fresh as in none of my brothers have hit it yet—fucked her.
I laugh. Does she really think a threesome is her way back in the sack with me?
“Tell your girlfriend she can hit me up some time, but you and me, baby doll, that was a onetime deal. I don’t do seconds.”
“Whatever.” She flips her skirt up over her bare ass. “You won’t get to fuck this later.” She smacks her manicured hand on one of her cheeks as I laugh harder.
Terror’s old lady walks up and kicks her in the ass and she falls over. “Get out of here with your pasty ass. No one wants to see your used-up pussy.” Regina huffs but knows better than to raise a hand or her voice to Amber. Instead she stalks off toward the bar looking for another poor soul to latch onto.
“I gotta go to the ladies’ room.” Amber leans up on her tiptoes to give her man a kiss.
“How’s babysitting treating you?”
“She’s got a smart mouth on her.”
“Fuckin hot,” Terrors observes.
“Don’t let Amber hear you say that. We’ll have another nipple gate on our hands.”