Page 2 of Reaper's Ride
“I’ll get it. I still need to stop for groceries, too.”
“Take your time. You good for funds?”
It wasn’t insulting that she asked. Shopping for the club produced hefty bills. I appreciated that she wanted to know and didn’t want to put me in a position where I’d be strapped for money. “I think so.”
“If you take a pic of the receipt, I’ll send you cash right away.”
“Thanks.”
“No problem. Text me if you need anything else.”
“I will.”
We ended the call, and I pushed my cart to the front of the check-out lane, adding the Grim Reaper to the final purchase. As I left the store and approached the SUV I’d borrowed, I realized I didn’t think this through. The reaper was gigantic. Andheavy. How the hell was I going to move this box by myself?
I decided to save the reaper for last. After unloading the shopping cart, I attempted to lift the box and grunted, nearly dropping it as the cart tried to roll away from me. In a moment of panic, I shouted a few obscenities, clutching the sides of the box and trying to use my foot to keep the cart from slamming into the back of the SUV. Just as my fingers began to slip, I heard a deep voice offering help.
“Let me get that for you, darlin’.”
My head snapped up, and I met the rugged, amused gaze of a stranger. He slid his hands around mine and over the box corners, using his body to keep the cart from slipping away.
“You can let go now.”
Um. Okay. I released the death grip I had on the box and stepped back, ducking under the thick, corded muscular arms of the stranger. Damn.Fucking arm candy.
I had a thing for veiny, muscular, inked arms. His tattoos covered every inch of his skin in black ink. I didn’t even pay attention to what they were beyond a skull and headstone because he spoke to me again and snared my attention. “Huh?”
A chuckle escaped that was half grit, half humor. “I said it’s secure now, darlin’. Need help with anything else?”
Speech? My racing heart? My fucking neglected clit? Nope. I decided not to say any of that out loud. Smart choice.
“Um, thank you. No.”
My gaze swept over him from head to toe, and I stared right back, not the least bit shy about it. No one should look that good in dark jeans, a black shirt, and a leather cut. I’d been around enough bikers to know what they called the leather vests they wore. It was sinful how the material of his jeans hugged his crotch and upper thighs.
Shit. I was staring at his bulge. Before I knew what I was doing, I was licking my lips.Smooth, Snooki.
“Darlin’, you gotta stop looking at me like that before I throw you on the back of my Harley and ride off somewhere private.”
Yes! Wait. No.Bad Snooki. Get a grip, girl.
“Sorry.” I blinked. Wow, I should have been mortified, but I was stuck on his offer. Okay. Not an offer. Just a declaration.
Can I still accept?
My vibrator was definitely not doing its job properly. We’d have to discuss this later. In depth.
A low growl erupted from the stranger’s chest as he stepped closer. “Damn, sweetheart. I just got into town, and you make me never want to leave.”
Was that my hand plastered to his chest? Palm flat against his abdominal muscles as he stared at my mouth?
What the hell was I thinking!?
I pulled my hand away and took a step back. “I’m just far too neglected,” I blurted. Shit. “Um, I mean. Uh,” I stammered.
His almond-colored eyes lifted from my mouth, and I swear I saw them darken with unnamed emotion. “I can help with that too, darlin’.”
I swear I processed what he said in less than half a heartbeat, considered it, and was ready to raise my hand like a good girl and tell him to take me hard and wild. In the dirt. On his bike. Wherever he wanted.
