Free Reaper's Property by Joanna Wylde Page B

married. Wife died couple years
ago
    Horse: Good guy?
    Me: Cheated on his wife
    Horse: One-time thing or pattern?
    Me: Short term accord to mom. Says they
both felt awful, ended it. Explains why we get the trailer so cheap
    Horse: No shit
    Horse: You like him?
    Me: I guess. Always been nice to me.
She’s moving in with him when she gets out.
    Horse: Then be happy for your mom.
    Me: Gonna try
     
    Sept. 3
    Horse: Whens your next day off?
    Me: Thurs. Why?
    Horse: Want to visit
    Me: I’d like that :)
     
    Sept. 6
    I studied my face in the mirror critically,
wishing I didn’t feel so nervous. The bruises had faded, which was good, and
you could hardly see where my lip had been split. There were still a few
yellowish splotches but I covered those up with strategically placed makeup. I
put on a pretty sundress—nothing fancy, but bright and cheerful and it made my
boobs look fantastic.
    All in all, I looked human again.
    Horse would arrive any time. The drive was
a little over three hours, and he’d texted me when he left at seven that
morning. I couldn’t define our relationship, but he wanted to visit me, not
Jeff, and he was coming by himself. That had to mean something. And I couldn’t
be just a booty call when he’d never gotten my booty, right?
    I heard him pulling up and paused at the
door, tugging up the bodice of my dress. Cleavage had seemed like a great idea
earlier, but now I felt self-conscious. He knocked on the door.
    “You there, sweet butt?” he called. I
opened the door and his eyes went straight to my chest.
    “Don’t call me sweet butt,” I snapped at
him and he grinned, reaching out a finger to poke my nose.
    “Bitchy, aren’t we?”
    “Rude, aren’t we?”
    “Always.”
    We started laughing at the same time and he
pulled me into his arms, giving me a welcome kiss that made me forget
everything else. While his tongue explored my mouth, his hands roamed down to
my rear, cupping my cheeks and pulling me up and into his hips. I felt his cock
against my stomach and sparks raced through me. Hard to believe I could make
this handsome, intimidating biker so aroused.
    Finally the need to breathe got the better
of me, and I pulled away from him, taking his hand and drawing him in to the
living room to the couch. He looked around, eyes pausing as they took in Jeff’s
pipe on the coffee table.
    “Your brother here?”
    “He’s still in bed,” I said. “Not really a
morning person.”
    He gave a rueful laugh.
    “Me neither, got up too early this
morning.”
    A thrill ran through me—he’d been eager
enough to see me that he’d gotten up early!
    “So you have business down here?” I asked,
trying to sound casual. He shook his head.
    “Just you, babe.”
    I grinned at him like an idiot. So much for
being cool.
    “So what do you want to do?”
    He raised an eyebrow.
    “Do you really have to ask?”
    I laughed nervously. He might be gorgeous,
but I couldn’t just jump into bed with him, not like this. I needed a little
warming up first.
    “Um, how about I show you around the area a
little, maybe go down to the river or something?”
    He gave me a knowing look.
    “Chicken.”
    “Maybe.”
    “Okay, we’ll play this your way. You want
to pack a lunch or go out?”
    I thought about my bank balance—growing,
but still low—and decided a picnic was the way to go.
    “Give me ten minutes and I’ll have
something pulled together.”
    “You’d better change too.”
    “Why?”
    “Because you can’t ride a bike in that
dress. Put on some jeans.”
    “I’ve never ridden a bike before.”
    Horse leaned over and gave me a quick kiss
on the mouth.
    “Lookin’ forward to being your first,
babe.”

Chapter Seven
     
    It took more
like half an hour, but I packed a lunch, a blanket to sit on and some condoms
(carefully zipped into a pocket in my purse), just in case. Horse handed me a
black helmet that looked like what a German army guy would wear—you know, the
kind that flares out a little