Campbell's Reaper: Soul Reapers #2 (17 page)

“
Tank.
”
Colton called, breaking the
spell we had both fallen under.
“
You
’
re
back. Everything cool?
”
Tank nodded his head up and down, never
breaking eye contact with me. We continued to stare at one another until Colt
cleared his throat.

“
Later,
”
Tank promised, staring
straight into my soul before turning on his heel and walking away.

“
Holy shit,
”
exclaimed Logan who was now
next to me. I had not even heard her approach.
“
That
was so intense. He wants you so bad.
”

“
Fuck yeah,
”
I agreed.

“
I wondered . . .
”
Logan trailed off.

“
Wondered what?
”
I asked finally taking my
eyes off of Tank
’
s retreating form to look
at my sister.

“
If it had happened yet
since you two have been sharing a bed.
”
I swore her eyes could
always see the truth no matter what I said.
So why lie?

“
Not yet.
”
I dropped my head feeling
sheepish all of a sudden.

“
I figured since you still
dropped f-bombs,
”
teased Logan.
“
It
hadn
’
t
gotten fucked out of you yet.
”
She air quoted the word fucked. I laughed
and she joined in as I remembered our conversation when we first met Colt and
Tank.

“
Like you and Brock Phillips,
”
I teased back.

“
Yeah like me and Brock
Phillips.
”
Our
laughter was so loud that we started drawing the attention of folks that were
behind the clubhouse with us. It felt so good to laugh about something stupid
with my sister. With all the horror hanging over our heads it was something we
both needed.

“
What
’
s
so funny?
”
Colt
asked as he came to stand with us.

“
Nothing,
”
Logan answered as she tried
to stop laughing, failing miserably. Then she snorted and it started another
cycle of us hysterically laughing.

“
Yep. Nothing at all,
”
I choked as we both started
to calm down. Logan
’
s smile was so radiant and
REAL. I felt my own grow as I came to the realization that everything was okay
and that we had this new life with people we loved. I took a big, deep breath
in, and as I let it out, it felt like ten pounds had been lifted off my chest.

“
Alright you two?
”
Colton asked, looking
between the two of us. We both nodded as I threw my arm over Logan
’
s
shoulders and squeezed.
“
Let
’
s
get back to practicing.
”
 
We got back into it right as Colton got a
text that said,
“
Church 10 minutes.
”
Since all the brothers were
within the clubhouse, a quick meeting should not raise any bells. Yet the look
that passed between Logan and Colt told me the last five days of peace and
quiet were about to come to end.

CHAPTER
FOURTEEN

Tank

Damn.
I
was rock fucking hard from just looking at Campbell . . . clothed. I needed to
rein my shit in or I would explode the minute she was naked tonight. TONIGHT.
A-fucking-men! As I rounded the clubhouse my phone vibrated. The screen
displayed a text from Prez saying we had church in ten minutes. I ran inside to
wash the road off of me and maybe appease the hard rod between my legs for a
little longer.

Too quickly, we were all seated around
the wooden table as Prez banged the gavel.

“
Brothers, we have news that
the Hellhounds have retrieved Baxter Reed and are holding him in a safe house
two hours from here. Whistler just called it in, with Knox sending photos from
his phone.
”

“
Fuck,
”
Colton said under his
breath. I nodded in agreement.

“
We need a unanimous vote on
how this shit is to be handled. I am sure most of you want that fucker dead for
stealing from the club, but unfortunately he is now related to this club by
one, maybe even two old ladies.
”
Prez paused as he looked each brother in the
eye.
“
Now
I know most of us would love to off our in-laws.
”
This earned several
chuckles.
“
But for the sake of family, and fucking
peace and quiet from our old ladies, we refrain from such activities.
”
More laughter.
“
So
I open the floor for brothers to say their piece about what should happen next.
Do we let the Hellhounds have him? Do we go in and stop what will happen to
just turn around and do it ourselves? And have the blood on our hands? Or in
the name of family do we stop anything from happening?
”
After a long pause, he
added,
“
It
is now up for you to decide.
”

Each brother took his turn to speak and
most made valid points about retribution against the Hellhounds for the whole
showdown at the makeshift camp and for jumping me and trashing my bike, while some
spoke about the potential for Hellhound retaliation for taking their revenge
from them. Not one brother spoke about Logan or Campbell in all of this. Old
ladies did not run the Soul Reapers MC and although Baxter Reed may be a member
of our newly extended family, he still stole from the club and justice needed
to be served. I may have just found the one thing that would make Campbell
leave me alone forever.
Damn it!

Campbell

Church went on longer than I thought it
would. I had followed Logan to the kitchen to help with dinner. It took almost
all afternoon to prepare the food to feed an army this size at dinner. Most of
the time two large meals were served a day. A mid-morning breakfast or lunch,
or as my fancy ass sister liked to say brunch, and dinner. Most of the women
worked on one or the other. It seemed the sweet butts did breakfast and the old
ladies always did dinner.

There were hardly any old ladies
attached to the club. There was Emma, who brought along Amber, Logan and me.
There was Tina, Worm
’
s old lady. I just met
Stella during lockdown. She was Mica
’
s
old lady. Mica was the oldest member of the club. They did not have any
children but the love between the two of them was something else. Rabbit was
married to Heart, who was the biggest hippy I had ever met. You could smell the
patchouli she wore before you actually saw her coming around the corner. They
were polar opposites, but were very passionate for one another. Every time they
were in the same room, the two of them were practically going at it. It was
pretty funny and caused quite the uproar the first few days.

When dinner was almost ready the guys
came pouring into the common area looking worse for the wear, like a decision
hung over their head like a guillotine waiting to drop. The tight lines around
Tank
’
s
mouth told me that it was bad news. He and Colton came right up to us, but
while Tank just stood next to me, Colton scooped Logan up. He whispered in her
ear. She blushed but nodded right before he turned and raced up the stairs with
her.

“
We should talk,
”
Tank said as he stared at
the far wall. The tension rolled off him in waves.

“
Dinner
’
s
ready,
”
Emma called. Everyone made
their way to the kitchen talking amongst themselves as Tank and I stayed rooted
to our spots.

“
Now?
”
My stomached growled
loudly, breaking through Tank
’
s mood. He smiled down at
me and said,
“
Let
’
s
eat, then talk.
”

“
Sounds good to me,
”
I cheered, rubbing my belly
while I skipped to the kitchen.
“
I
’
m
Starvin
’
Marvin.
”

The mood never lifted through dinner.
The light atmosphere I had gotten used to was lost to the seriousness each
brother carried with him. After everyone ate, all the old ladies one by one
were pulled away by each brother who loved them. The unattached brothers made
quick work selecting the sweet butts so all that was left was Mica and Stella
who stayed with Emma
’
s and Tina
’
s
kids. I helped get popcorn popped and a movie in for the kids. I felt Tank
’
s
eyes on me the entire time, until he finally came for me.

“
Follow me,
”
ordered Tank. He was
through the clubhouse and up the steps before I even took a step to follow him.
Sounds of pleasure could be heard from every room as I passed through the
upstairs hallway to Tank
’
s room.

“
Tank,
”
I murmured. My nerves got
the best of me as I stood in the doorway. Everyone seemed so desperate at
dinner and now you could hear that desperation in their passion.
“
Please
talk to me.
”

“
Not tonight.
”
He pulled me into the room,
closing and locking the door behind us. Tank took out his phone, placed it in
its docking station, and pressed a few buttons until
“
Come
a little closer,
”
by Dierks Bentley came on.

Tank stood and watched me. His intense
gaze lingered on my body as it traveled from the tips of my toes to my eyes as
if memorizing me in this moment. Hunger stared back at me when our eyes finally
met and held. I felt my own need awaken as I watched him take a step towards
me, stalking me. Another step closer and I moaned as the ache in my core
intensified. I wanted Tank like I wanted my next breath. Another step brought
me within arm
’
s length. Tank wasted no time as he pulled
my body to his and he began to sway to the music. He buried his head in my hair
taking a deep breath, and then sang,
“
I
wanna touch you like a cleansing rain. Let it wash all the hurt away. So come a
little closer baby. I feel like lettin' go.
”
Tears stung the back of my
eyes as a lump formed in my throat.
This is it
.

“
Come a little closer baby,
”
he crooned, tightening his
hold on me. His lips found the curve of my neck. The softness of them on my
neck was in direct contrast to his hard body against mine. Goose bumps followed
the trail his lips laid from my neck, along my chin to my lips. His tongue slid
along the seam as I sighed. It was all the invitation Tank needed for his
tongue to find mine. Our bodies still swayed to the music as one song bled into
another.

His hands wandered over my body, ending
at the bottom of my shirt that quickly found its way off my body, with my bra
close behind.
“
Please,
”
I breathed as my hands went
under his shirt. I ran my fingers up over his hard abs to his sculpted chest.
His skin was soft but his muscles so hard under my touch. Tank growled as he
stepped back. I was about to protest when he, in the sexiest way, grabbed his
t-shirt at his back and stripped it off his body, pulling it over his head. By
the time the shirt hit the floor, Tank
’
s
jeans had already followed. His desire for me heavily tented his black boxer
briefs.

“
Your turn,
”
he rasped.

A whimper spilled from my lips as I
unbuttoned my shorts, letting them slid to the floor. I stepped out of them and
into his arms as only my panties and his briefs separated our need for one
another.

“
Happy birthday Sunshine.
”
His lips sought mine as
Tank ran his hands down my back to my butt. He lifted me, and my legs naturally
wound around his waist. His thickness pressed intimately against my core as he
walked us to the bed. Tank
’
s weight on top of me as he
laid me in the middle of the bed was like coming home. I had never felt so safe
and loved my entire life.