Reaper's Salvation: A Last Riders Trilogy by Jamie Begley (read a book TXT) 📗

wanted us to stop by to show off the new shoes that Knox bought her, and I lost time. I was just about to call you to come get me. Train told me he would take me home an hour ago, but he and Stud started playing pool.”

Dalton emptied his glass before lowering it to the counter. “I’m just glad you’re okay. I was worried.”

“Aw ….” Trudy reached over the counter, pulling Dalton over the bar top to kiss him.

Ginny shifted her gaze, embarrassed at the way she was kissing Dalton. She had never kissed Gavin that way. Her shoulders slumped. It was her inability on top of the trauma that Gavin had experienced. She was a dud in the bedroom.

Pulling away from Dalton’s kiss, Trudy wiped the smear of lipstick on his bottom lip. “Why don’t you go play a couple of games with Stud and Train? I’ll just stay here and chat with the girls, if that’s all right with you?” Trudy reached in the bar fridge and gave Dalton a beer to take with him.

Dalton took the beer, twisting off the cap. “One game and then we’re leaving.”

“Of course. Go have fun. I’ll be waiting right here.”

Dalton gave her promising kiss before striding off.

“I wish I could handle Gavin that easily,” Ginny said dolefully.

Trudy rubbed her belly. “Thanks, kid.”

Ginny closed her bottled water, setting it on the bar morosely. Dalton had immediately gone to Trudy. Gavin hadn’t. Feeling deflated, she decided to go upstairs.

“I’m going to call it a night.”

Sensing her hurt, Trudy took her hand to prevent her from leaving. “Don’t leave. Dance with me one more—Holy shit …” Trudy broke off, her eyes going wide. “Is that Reaper?”

Killyama, Sex Piston, Crazy Bitch, and Fat Louise turned in unison at Trudy’s expression.

Ginny lifted her eyes, and her breath caught in her throat.

The man standing on the small landing at the top of the stairs had to be Gavin. He looked just like him. What made it difficult to tell was the clothes the man was wearing.

“Mother fucking hell … Come to mama.” Sex Piston gaped at Gavin, then turned to look at her. “You lucky bitch.”

Was it physically possible to swallow one’s own tongue when confronted with pure man candy?

Her eyes were glued to Gavin as she took in tight, cream-colored shirt that had been left casually unbuttoned, exposing his neck tattoos and the top of his chest. Gazing down his body, the slim-fit brown pants drew attention to the muscles of his legs. He’d swapped the normal boots he wore to a soft leather dress boot.

“Where’s Train?” Killyama put one foot on the bottom rung of the stool so she could raise herself higher to find her husband.

“What you wanting Train for?” Sex Piston asked, her eyes just as glued to Gavin as hers were.

“Because I’m a fucking married woman, and I plan to stay that way.” Killyama waved to her husband again.

Ginny frowned. “What about being my backup?”

“You have four other bitches here to take your back; you don’t need me.”

“What do you need?” Train asked, coming up to Killyama.

“We’re leaving.”

“What’s the hurry? Dalton and I have a game going. I’ll lose a hundred bucks …” Train turned his head to see what the women were staring at as Diamond stopped dancing with Knox to stand next to Sex Piston.

“Is that Reaper?”

“Fuck no, that’s what you call God’s gift to women,” Sex Piston said in awe.

“God bless America,” Diamond reverently muttered.

Train took out his wallet, pulling out a one hundred dollar bill. Giving it to Knox, Train grabbed Killyama’s hand and hustled her out of the room.

Fat Louise waved her hand in front of her face. “I’m burning up in here.”

“He can come and light my fire.” Crazy Bitch picked up the bottle of water to take a drink.

“That’s mine,” Ginny protested.

“The Last Riders share. You with Gavin, that means you’re a Last Rider. Bitch, you need to learn to share with your friends!” Crazy Bitch’s eyes went down Gavin’s body like hers had. “Jesus … please share. I’ll share Calder—”

“Who you giving me to?” Calder went behind the bar, hearing the tail end of Crazy Bitch’s offer. Following the women’s line of vision, he started to take a drink of his beer when he carefully set it back down. “We’re leaving.”

“Hell no, we aren’t. Bitch, why didn’t you tell us he’s packing? A woman needs a snack someti—”

Ginny’s eyes widened when Calder lifted Crazy Bitch over his shoulder and headed out the door. Calder did stop to say a few words to Gavin before carrying his wife out.

What was he waiting for? Was he wanting her to go to him? She needed more water but was afraid one of the women in the room would make a move on him if she dared to look away.

The music switched to another song. Recognizing “I See Red” by Everybody Loves an Outlaw, Ginny felt the sexy vibe of the song to the marrow of her bones.

Gavin motioned to where everyone was dancing, indicting he wanted her to meet him there. When Gavin took the final step off the stair landing, Ginny felt her womanly parts clench in aching need. She hadn’t had this reaction when he had worn the dinner suit on Sherguevil Island. This was different. This was like what she had felt when he had been sitting at the table and she had rushed away … on steroids.

Gavin was excluding a powerfully sexy quality that drew women like an erotic scent enveloping them into a fantasyland where all you wanted to do was lick him like a snow cone to cool the heat.

Walking to a spot four inches away, Gavin motioned for her again.

Sex Piston shifted so she was no longer looking at him. “Bitch, go,” she hissed. “Or in the next two minutes, I’m going to give Stud a reason to divorce me.”

Moving from behind the counter, Ginny felt her feet crossing the floor, stopping two inches from him, afraid to go