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

into the club’s rental next door to me with her sister. She works at Kilroy’s and does some babysitting for Tru and Emma.” I paused giving him a chance to ask questions, but he did not.
    “Colton,” he started, “you are only 25. From what I hear you sound pretty serious about this girl and I don’t think that is a step you are ready to take yet.”
    “What?” I asked confused about the sudden lecture.
    “I am sure she is a sweet girl . But is she made for this? Will she accept all of you as you are today or will she want you to change to better fit her life, her needs?” Pop stood up and came to sit in the arm chair next to mine. “This is a hard life for a woman to accept. Much is demanded from our old ladies. Not everyone is cut out for it.”
    “We h aven’t talked about any of this,” I stutter. “It’s too soon. We just met. I mean she is amazing and I don’t want to scare her away with talk of old ladies and clubhouse rules.
    “Either she gets it or she doesn’t,” Whistler grunts from the corner.
    “Look son,” my pop said drawing my attention back to him. “For tonight, don’t think about it. Just go out there, pick a lady friend for the night and see how you feel in the morning. If you are still dying to race back to her then you know you need to start easing her into this life. If you don’t, then you cut all ties.”
    “Is that what you did with mom to see if she was the one?” Everyone knew not to ask Pop about my mother.
    “Yes,” he said as he bowed his head. He brought his hand to the bridge of his nose squeezing it. “I did and when I woke up I did not have that urge to race back but when I went three days later to break things off she told me she was pregnant with you so I made her my old lady.” He looked back up at me. “I know what I am talking about when I say certain women can’t handle this life and they will want you to change. Your mother wanted that from me and I could not give it to her. It ended badly.”
    “I know Pop, I know.” I hated the look of devastation on his face whenever his seed carrying whore of a wife or my birth mother was brought up. “Sorry to bring it up,” I said as I squeezed his shoulder.
    “No. You need to hear it Colton.” He stood , effectively ending the conversation. “Now go and have some fun.”
    I walked out of his office and right to the bar where I grabbed my best bottled friend, Jack, hoping to gain some liquid courage to try and tackle the Pop’s sweet butt request. I grabbed a stool and sat down facing out as I tried to figure out if I could even do what he asked right as the bottle blonde from earlier stepped in between my legs.
    “Hey Colt,” she said trying to sound seductive. It did not work.
    “It’s Colton,” I replied as I pushed her out from between my legs. “Oh, I thought I heard some girl calling you that and thought you liked it.”
    “Not from you,” I deadpanned.
    “Don’t be like that, sugar.” Blondie bent over putting her hands on my knees attempting to persuade me with her huge, fake tits that were practically falling out of her top.
    “No really, I’m cool. Go try another brother,” I said dismissively. The bleach must have really seeped in because she just stared at me with a shocked expression on her face. “Aren’t you the VP?” She asked trying to recover as she ran her nails up and down my thighs. “I heard incredible stories about you in bed from all the chicks here. They say you fuck anything that walks. Well, hello, I walk.” She was strong for an anorexic as she tried to pry my legs apart.
    “Yeah, well, why don’t you just keep walking before you embarrass yourself,” I warned , crossing my arms across my chest.
    “You got an old lady?” This bitch would not give up. She must have taken my silence as a no because she reached up and grabbed my face holding it in place as she crashed her lips to mine.
    “You fucking bitch,” I yelled pushing her away. “ You taste