Page 21 of Grim Justice

I found Trish in our room, rocking Creed. Sure, he was two, but the little guy loved snuggling until he fell asleep. Every night that I could, I stayed with him. The rest of the time, Trish put our son to sleep. As I entered the room, I caught the flutter of her eyes, and her chin dipped.

She caught herself, snapping awake as her gaze found me and softened. “Hi,” she whispered.

My reaper fucking loved seeing her in our room, holding our son, content and happy. We would doanything toensure the safety of Trish and Creed. He puffed my chest, striking a pose.

She bit her lip to hold back a laugh.

He became aroused at the sight of her, already wanting to show her how much we both desired her.

Not now,I told him.We need to ride.

In the beginning, I didn’t speak to my Reaper as I do now. Our bond, like most of my brothers in the Tonopah chapter of the Royal Bastards MC, had found the symbiotic relationship challenging. Reapers had tempers and often tried to exert their will over ours. We shared a form of mutualism with a dose of competition, a healthy bit of conflict, and a respect formed with both entities.

To some, it would seem strange. Horrifying, even.

But the demonic beings that formed a shared consciousness and provided protection for our frail human bodies also enabled us to keep the club and the people we cared about safe. Our enemies had grown bolder over time. The Reapers enjoyed the thought of slaughter, specifically the first grim.Me.At least, the first that Lucifer signed into a contract other than ordering to reap at his will.

I still didn’t understand Lucifer’s reasoning, but it didn’t matter. He loved to be in control. The devil got off on secrets, games, and his contracts more than a fist around his cock. The sick fucker usually pissed us off when he decided to show his face, so my loyalty remained to the members of my club, my woman, my child, and that was fucking it.

She’s beautiful.

My Reaper refocused my attention.She’s stunning.

And ours.

No debate from me.

Trish’s thick cascade of platinum hair tumbled over her shoulders in waves of gold. Stopping just above her waist, the long strands curled and beckoned my fingers to dive into the silky texture. She had a full-lipped and seductive smile. Pretty blue eyes so electric they flashed through me like bolts of lightning. A rockin’ body with curves.

My goddess.

But her aura I loved the most. It pulsed brighter as she slowly rose to her feet and placed Creed in bed. He remained asleep as she covered him and backed away from the bed.

Her soft hand closed around mine. “We made such a wonderful baby.”

We did. That was one of the reasons I wanted more.

“He’s perfect.” I tugged her toward the door. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

“Cruisin’,” I answered with a husky whisper.

It seemed like forever since I had my woman on the back of my bike. It wasn’t safe until I dealt with Razr and reaped the last of our enemies. Now, I didn’t have any barrier to ridin’ with Trish out in the open.

We stopped by our room so Trish could change clothes first. Ten minutes later, I had my ol’ lady behind me as we glided from the parking lot on my Harley. Her thighs pressed to mine while her hands wrapped around my waist. Tits and pussy right up against me. If I had a preferred way to spend time with her other than fucking, this was it.

The wind whipped through my hair and billowed across our clothes. I insisted she wear a helmet, but I could tell she felt the same exhilaration I did. Her hands squeezed my stomach.

We rode for over an hour, and it couldn’t have been more perfect outdoors—cloudless blue sky. Bright sunshine. A slight crisp to the wind but enough heat to prevent growing cold.

A grin widened my lips as I realized we had all the time in the world to ride and go cruisin’ as often as we wanted. Freedom was a beautiful thing. Knees in the breeze. A little blacktop heaven.

Nothing sweeter.

I COULDN’T REMEMBERthe last time I took a ride anywhere alone. As the president of a motorcycle club, I always had a shadow. If I checked my mirrors, Rael or Mammoth usually followed me. If not them, one of the other officers.

So when I had a chance to ride off the lot and let the wind blow through my hair without worrying about retaliation from the Scorpions MC or Razr, I took it. Felt fucking good too. No worries. No war. No threat to Trish or Creed or anyone else that I cared about.

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