Campbell's Reaper: Soul Reapers #2 (15 page)

Her damp panties against my thigh
showed how affected she was. My need for her stronger than anything I felt in
my life, but WE were not ready to take this any further tonight.

“
It
’
s
time for bed Sunshine.
”
Her sharp intake of breath indicated how
surprised she was that this was not happening between us. I adjusted my rock
hard need as I shifted off of her. Her shock was still evident as I maneuvered
her body so that her back was to my front.
“
Sleep
Sunshine,
”
I
insisted as I pulled her rigid body deeper into mine. Over the course of the
next thirty minutes, inch by inch Campbell
’
s
body relaxed into mine until her breathing evened out. I quickly followed her,
hoping the nightmares would stay away another night with her in my arms.

The smell of summer was overwhelming as
I slowly came awake. Actual sunshine shone in around the window shades, letting
me know I slept the whole night again. God I could get used to that. The added
bonus was Campbell warm and compliant in my arms. My morning wood rested
comfortably along Campbell
’
s ass. A very cold shower
called my name and maybe even a five finger hand shake. My slight movement to
put space between Campbell and me had her wiggling her ass, turning my morning
wood into a full-fledged hard-on.
Fuck.
The more I moved the more she
wiggled. I groaned when she moaned. She was still fast asleep when I finally
made my escape to the bathroom. I turned on the water not waiting for it to
warm up as I stepped in and closed the door.
“
Shit,
that
’
s
cold,
”
I grimaced, fully feeling
the effects of the bike crash. Not only did my dick ache, my whole body felt
like it had been raked across the coals. I grabbed the soap and lathered my
hands.

My cock twitched the closer my hands
got to it. It must have not gotten the fucking memo that nothing, and I mean
fucking nothing, was going to happen today between it and what I can only
imagine as the tightest pussy it would ever see. I grunted in frustration as my
cock twitched again at the thought of Campbell
’
s
tight pussy. Fuck, I wanted no needed relief in the form of a petite strawberry
blonde. I groaned as I stroked my cock, willing it to go down. My jerking off
was getting old when there was very willing pussy in my bed. Why was I
torturing myself with this shit? I was going crazy with a need to have her, to
protect her from Crazy Z, from myself, from the heartbreak I was sure I was
going to give her by the time this was all done. I was a fucking head case.

I put my forearm on the shower wall as
I tightened my grip on my cock, pushing it down as I stroked it. I closed my
eyes needing to see my Sunshine, imagining rubbing my tip between her entrance
and clit, coating myself in her wet sweetness. Right as I envisioned breaching
her entrance, I felt my dick squeezed and stroked by a second, smaller hand.

“
Fuck.
”
I tried stepping away but
had no place to go in the shower. Her fist tightened as her second hand cupped
my balls.
“
Cam,
”
I moaned.
“
God
that feels good.
”
My hand fell away as my hips thrust into her
warm tight hold. I grew wild with need, bucking against the grip on my dick.

“
Let go Tank.
”
The same encouragement I
gave her as I brought her to climax.
“
I
got you.
”
Her hushed words sending me
over the edge.

Campbell

And I did, literally, in the palm of my
hand. Any anger I held from last night
’
s
rejection vanished as I felt the weight of him in my hand. He was bigger than
anything I could have ever imagined. He was so thick I had to add my other hand
to fully take care of him. He thrust hard into my hands twice more before
cuming all over the wall and my hands. It was so thick and milky. I stared,
mesmerized that I could do this to him. I wanted more.

Before I could even ask, Tank had spun
around and was on his knees looking up at me. His eyes colored with lust and
need. His fingers dipped between my legs spreading me open as he ran his tongue
from my entrance to my clitoris. The rough slide of his tongue was like nothing
I ever felt before. It was so overwhelming. I whimpered as he went back and
forth, back and forth. The sensations he was pulling from my body were things I
never felt before. It never felt this intense, this over-the-top.

My head dropped against the shower wall
as I sighed,
“
Tank.
”
His growl rumbled against
my sensitive nub right before he speared me with his tongue. Again and again he
probed me. His thumb found my bundles of nerves as he worked me over and over.
My fingers laced in his hair as he brought one of my legs over his shoulder,
allowing him to go deeper into me. The tremors started at my core and vibrated
outwards throughout my body as I fell over the edge. I screamed my release. 
His tongue never stopped lapping at my body, even after I came down from my
Tank-induced high. I reached for him until he was standing eye level with me. 
His fingers still rubbed me in all the right places.
“
So
good,
”
I sighed. My body was
boneless as Tank lifted me up, kissing me. I moaned as I tasted him and my
desire on my tongue.

The kiss came to an end as Tank
unwrapped my legs from his waist and sat me down. Reaching over, he grabbed the
soap and lathered his hands with a thick foam before handing it to me. I
repeated the same process. Ever so slowly, Tank and I washed every inch of each
other.

“
Turn around,
”
rasped Tank as he washed my
back. When he was done I turned back to him and said,
“
Your
turn.
”
I twirled my hand as his
body turned giving me his back.

I came face-to-face with a winged
reaper carrying a scythe.
“
It
’
s
beautiful,
”
I
said as my tongue traced the outline of the tattoo that was identical to his
cut.
“
It
’
s
so large and imposing.
”

“
It
’
s
me.
”
His simple statement was so
quiet I barely heard him above the shower.

My index finger traced each of the
letters across the top. S-O-U-L R-E-A-P-E-R-S. Then the C-A-M-D-E-N C-I-T-Y
across the bottom. The more I looked at it the more I realized how much of this
tattoo symbolized who Tank really was. The black clothed reaper truly was Tank.
He was a Soul Reaper through and through. Nothing, not even me, would ever
change that. 

“
I know,
”
I answered honestly.

“
Sunshine,
”
he uttered as his chin
dropped to his chest. We stood in silence, each accepting what the other had
said. I fully accepted who he was and what it meant to him to be a brother
within the Soul Reaper MC. I knew I may not always understand what it meant but
I understood him and that was all I needed. When he finally turned to look at
me, I smiled my best smile so he could see for himself how happy all of this
made me.

He laughed softly to himself while
shaking his head at me.
“
Perfect,
”
he murmured against my lips
as he shut off the shower.

“
Don
’
t
move,
”
he directed as he
disappeared out of the shower. My eyes felt heavy, my body relaxed from our
intimacy.
“
Tired?
”
he asked as he came to
stand in front of me wearing a towel around his waist. The second towel in his
hands went around my shoulders as he proceeded to dry every inch of my body.
Any tiredness I felt was replaced with desire as he spent extra time on my
breasts and between my legs.

“
Hungry?
”
he rasped. My new favorite
sound- Tank
’
s horny voice.

“
Starving,
”
I returned, wiggling my
eyebrows and licking my lips. Tank threw his head back with a deep laugh. I was
glad he got the double meaning.

“
Then let
’
s
get dressed and get some food, horn ball.
”

“
Sounds like a plan,
”
I said, hopping off the
counter. I shook my ass the whole way out of the bathroom. Right as I reached
my bag, Tank swatted my ass.
Oh yeah!
 

“
Get dressed Sunshine,
before you become my lunch.
”
His words shocked me. My mouth gaped open at
his frankness.

“
You gonna catch flies like
that,
”
he laughed as he pulled up
a pair of jeans. My hand covered my mouth as I took in the hunk of a man in
front of me. Muscles that had muscles detailed every inch of his exposed torso.
The sleeve of tattoos from his shoulder to his elbow on his right arm was
colorful and usually hidden by the black t-shirt he always wore. But today I
got a great view and knew that my tongue would trace every single one very
soon. On his left bicep was a single tattoo that at first glance looked like a
barbed wire, but was really a line of nails that looked sexy as hell on him. It
added to his bad ass appeal. His jeans hung low on his hips showing the sexy V
of his hips, that again my tongue would get acquainted with real soon. My eyes
followed the sprinkling of hair that lead to his happy place . . . while I
should say my happy place. My core pulsed and I rubbed my thighs together
trying to find relief.

Tank cleared his throat and motioned
with his hands for me to raise my eyes up.
“
Up
here Sunshine.
”

“
What?
”
I teased.

“
You know what! You keep
staring at me like that and I cannot be held responsible for what I do to that
sweet little body of yours.
”

“
I dare you.
”
My bold words caught Tank
off guard as surprise flitted across his features. His chest heaved as his
hands clenched and unclenched at his sides.

“
Get. Dressed. Now.
”
He did not wait to see if I
obeyed his command as he was out the door before I could even speak. I threw on
clothes and chased after him.

When I made it out of the room, sounds
of too many in too small a space could be heard. I jogged down the hallway and
met Tank at the top of the steps. He was looking down into the main open area
of the clubhouse.
Wow!
It was packed with men, women, and a few kids. It
seemed like everyone that knew the club was packed into this small space.

“
Lockdown?
”
I asked Tank over the
noise.

“
Lockdown,
”
he confirmed. Yep! Whenever
there was trouble, you could count on lockdown; the ultimate clustering of
those that loved the club and the club loved to keep tabs on everyone and their
safety.

“
Shit just got real.
”
My comment had Tank
stopping misstep and turning around.

“
You better fucking believe
it,
”
said Tank. The expression
on his face was the most serious I had ever seen on him.
“
The
Hellhounds have no idea the shit that will rain down on them in the next few
days.
”
But the real question was
what shit would they throw at us before this was all said and done.

CHAPTER
THIRTEEN

Tank

Tonight Campbell turned 18. We have all
been in lockdown for the last five days and already it was starting to wear on
everyone. The drama was still pretty low between the old ladies and sweet
butts, but the brothers were already placing bets on when something would
happen.

Both places Campbell and Logan worked
were friends of the club, so there was no issue with them not coming in during
lockdown. All it took was a phone call from Prez and everything was fine.

The day-to-day activities were done in
shifts from look outs, to scouting, to meals. Campbell was Logan
’
s
shadow all day, which was good since I was busy most days scouting and
following leads that Prez got from other chapters and a few other clubs. We
always traveled in pairs. Colton and I were usually together, but with the
girls being in the clubhouse neither of us wanted to be gone at the same time.
The last few runs I made with Knox, but today I was with Trigger. We were
traveling back from a surveillance trip at what we believed to be a Hellhounds
safe house about two hours away from the clubhouse.