The ladies are loud when they talk.
“He’s fine,” one says.
“I’d let him do unimaginable things to me,” another says, and they all cackle.
Reaper shifts to stand in front of me. Cupping my face in his hands and tilting my head up, he leans down and gives me a firm kiss. I gasp, and his tongue delves in, claiming me.
The women start cheering. One woman yells, “Go get it, girl!” making me pull back and laugh as those insecurities fall away.
* * *
After our motorcycleride around the coast, we return home. He parks in the shed, and when I get off the motorcycle, I hand the helmet to Reaper. I wait for him, and we walk inside together. When we walk through the house, it’s silent until everyone claps and someone wolf whistles.
My hands cover my mouth. Have I forgotten something? Is it Reaper’s birthday?
Viper steps forward. “Is it official? Are Mommy and Daddy finally together?”
I laugh at my crazy family, then step over to Reaper. He bends down as I lean up on my toes, and he brings his lips to mine in a sweet, soft kiss. Everyone cheers again. The look of devotion in his eyes has me wanting to kiss him again, but I resist—for now.
Elena runs over to me with the biggest smile on her face and gives me a hug. “I’m so happy for you... and for me,” she laughs. “I’ve got you back!”
She’s the biggest sweetheart.
I wipe my eye. “I love you.”
She pulls back. “Aww... are you crying?” She hugs me again, tighter this time. “I love you, too.”
We have a small celebration with drinks, but Reaper and I leave early. Reaper walks into his room, but I pause by the door as I watch a woman follow Bomber into his. She has a short, fitted dress on, and I find it odd because I’ve never seen him with anyone before. After Bomber’s door closes, I walk into Reaper’s room and close the door behind me.
“I just saw a woman walk into Bomber’s room,” I mention as I get into bed and pull the duvet over me. Reaper gives me a quizzical look, so I keep going. “Elena said he’s never with the sweet butts.”
Reaper’s mouth goes into a straight line, like he’s trying not to laugh, but his eyes give him away. “What are you trying to say?”
“I thought he was celibate.” I had no other explanation.
He barks out a chuckle, making his chest shake. “No, he’s not celibate, far from it.”
I shrug. “I don’t know. He got angry when Grace touched him.”
“You’re correct. He doesn’t sleep with sweet butts. The woman you saw going into his room is an escort.”
My face scrunches. “Why would he pay for it when he can get it for free?”
“No attachments.”
I frown, taking a moment to think before I respond. “He never wants to find a partner?”
“No.”
“But why?”
He raises a brow and the corner of his lip curves. “Why do you want to know?”
“Surely, he doesn’t really want to be alone forever, does he?” I’d like to think that finding that special someone could make him happy.
“It’s his choice. He doesn’t want to get involved, and for him, it’s a transaction. He gets what he wants and there are no emotions, no commitment, just sex.”
I raise my chin and shake my head.
