Page 76 of Reaper and Ruin
“Great! I spy with my little eye, something beginning with B.”
Whip looked out the window. “Bridge?”
“Balls. Specifically yours, that are now tragically full since Levi took Violet’s pussy out of commission.”
Whip glanced back at me in the rearview mirror. “I have others in this car who can help me out with that.”
My mouth dropped open, and I snatched up Harold’s carrier. “You will not defile my cat, Whip! Do not even THINK about getting the peanut butter out and coating your balls in it so he’ll lick them.”
Everyone just stared at me.
Violet was the one who choked out a response. “He meant Levi.”
“Ohhhh.” I grinned, putting Harold’s carrier back down. “That makes more sense. I forgot the two of you were butt buddies.” I cast a look at Levi. “Is that how you caught Whip? You put peanut butter on your balls?”
“X, I honestly need to know if you have a brain injury. Because it would really explain SO much.”
I grinned at Levi. “I spy with my little eye, something beginning with D.”
Levi sighed and said, “Dashboard,” at the same time Violet said, “Daddy.”
Now it was her turn to get stared at.
Her cheeks went pink.
“Who are you calling Daddy?” I choked out, my gaze flitting between Whip and Levi. “It’s Whip, isn’t it? It’s the gray hair?”
Levi cleared his throat uncomfortably.
My gaze snapped to him. “Oh my God, it’s you! You filled her up with cum, tattooed your name on her vag, and then had her call you Daddy!”
Levi groaned and rubbed a hand over his face like he was regretting every life choice that had led him to this moment.
Violet squeaked, “It wasn’t like that!”
I leaned forward, eyes wide. “Itsowas like that! I canseeit, Vi. Sand in your crack, Levi all growly, the moonlight reflecting off your freshly inked girl bits while he whispers—”
“X!” Levi barked.
But I was cackling now with my imitations totally on point, even if I did say so myself. “‘Say it, Violet. Who’s your tattoo artistandyour daddy?’”
Whip was straight-up wheezing, doubled over in the front seat.
“Are we there yet?” Levi complained.
I sniggered to myself. “We have plenty of time for more of this, Daddy. Eat your Pringles.”
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I’d lost track of how long we’d been on the road, but it was long enough for five more rounds of I Spy, a painful session of car karaoke, and for X to braid Violet’s hair.
He’d only shut up after she fell asleep, her head on his shoulder, apparently only willing to stop running his mouth when he was worried about waking her.
In the rearview mirror I watched them, her sleeping with a slight smile on her lips despite the shitstorm we were potentially about to drive into, but knowing she was safe, surrounded by the three of us.
X, for once in his life, seemed equally settled by her presence. His fingers splayed out on her thigh, and he sat quietly, staring out the window.
