Free Logan's Reaper (Soul Reapers) by J.D. Lowrance

again when I touched that hot, tight spot between her legs discovering it was wet and ready for me. I would never get enough of this girl. She was like an itch I could not scratch. A thirst I just could not quench. Afterwards we fell back asleep with her hot body pressed up against mine.
    When we finally made it out of bed she showered as I cooked breakfast. I wanted to give her body a chance to rest as I had been pound ing it at least twice a day every day for the last two weeks. If I knew I would be sitting here now without her in my arms tonight, I would have disrupted her shower. The image of her gorgeous body all wet from the water cascading down from the tip of her auburn hair between her breasts to that vee between her legs had me hardening against my jeans. I would lather my hands with soap and start with her shoulders, go across her chest and massage her breasts until her nipples were taut. Then I would travel down her flat stomach to her hips and around her waist ending at that round ass of hers. I would trail my fingers between those sweet cheeks until I reached her core from behind. When she opened her legs begging for more I would slowly, so slowly, enter her with one finger then two, stretching her until she moaned my name. I would get down on my knees and . . . Fuck! I adjusted my rock hard cock. I needed a distraction.
    “Colton,” my pop called me from his office.
    “Coming Pop,” I hollered back. All around me sweet butts swirled vying for attention from various brothers. As I stood at least three turned in my direction giving me the classic bedroom, fuck-me eyes. A month ago I would not have hesitated to grab two, maybe all three of them for a little show-me-yours-I’ll-show-you-mine action, or maybe just head from the hot bottled blonde while I drank a beer at the bar shooting shit with Tank.
    But now? My dick did not even react. It was hard for only one woman. Hell, my fantasies of her were hotter than any other real pussy staring me in the face. The blonde even had similar blue eyes but they lacked the gem-like quality of Logan’s and none of them had hair like her. Shit. I was ruined. Logan Marie Jones ruined every other woman for me. What the hell did I do about it now? Besides kicking my own ass; I solider through until I can sink my rock hard cock into Logan’s tight, hot pussy, branding it once again as mine.
    As I entered Pop’s office, I saw Whistler standing in the corner with a tumbler full of amber liquid. I nodded my greeting to the aging enforcer.
    “Colton,” Pop said. “How have you been?”
    “Doing good, Pop. Glad to have you back though. Running shit is for the birds.” We both smiled and I heard a chuckle from Whistler.
    “Want some?” he asked holding up his own tumbler.
    “Nah, I’m good,” I responded as I sat in a leather arm chair in front of his desk.
    “I called you in here for two things. One I need you, Tank, and Knox to go on a run next week to the Hellhounds to drop some stuff off.” He paused allowing me a chance to accept the errand.
    “Sure Pop,” I answered his unasked question, “whatever you need. What are we delivering?”
    “I owe Crazy Z something and I want you to handle it as my VP to ensure it is delivered on time,” he explained. “Plus it shows a sign of respect to send someone so high in the club.”
    “Alright then,” I said. “When do we leave?”
    “Monday morning first thing you should set out. It would put you back here sometime mid-day Thursday if you rushed or sometime Friday if you took your time, but I have a feeling you are going to rush back, aren’t you?”
    “I will definitely rush back,” I replied , not able to hide the shit-eating grin on my face.
    “Well that brings me to the second thing I wanted to talk to you about – this girl. Tell me about her.”
    “Her name is Logan Jones and she just moved here almost a month ago. You were gone the first few times I brought her around but she is beautiful. She moved