Page 81 of Reaper's Claim

Dad’s outrage was so clear that it made me smile. The thought of a nerdy son-in-law was equal to having his own eyes poked out.

I shrugged my shoulders. “He’s the only guy she has ever changed for, and you saw them, Dad. They are sort of cute together.”

Trent and Kim just made my skin crawl. The dude was as boring as a wallflower. But he was serving a purpose.

“Fine. I’ll ask your sister before packing her shit up, but I’m telling you right now, no way is that boy marrying her.” Dad pointed a finger at me as if he were laying down the law.

“Well, I think that works out well because she just plans on screwing his brains out,” I smirked, watching Dad’s face roll in disgust, and headed towards the kitchen with the empty cups in hand.

My work there was done. Trigger thought he had competition now, and I knew that would make him pull his act together.

Placing the dishes in the sink, I nearly jumped through the roof when I felt a pair of hands grab my hips.

“So you’re staying then?” Reaper’s hot breath crept across my ear, causing every sensation in my body to come alight.

I pressed back into him. “I guess so.” I slowly turned my head to the side to meet his eyes. “You ok with that?”

The corner of his lip twitched into half a smile. “Never wanted you to leave, babe.” His hand slowly crept under my tee shirt.

My pulse began to race as his cold fingers grazed my stomach.

“You’re lucky I didn’t bend you over that bar for giving me those sexy fuck me eyes before.” He nibbled my earlobe.

“I wasn’t even!” I huffed. My eyes have never done nor will never do ‘sexy kitten’ or ‘sexy fuck me’ eyes.

Hearing footsteps coming down the passage, we jumped aside just in time for Brad to enter the kitchen.

“So do you want me to organize your car to be towed down?” Reaper faked a bored tone in his voice.

I thought about it for a moment. “Um, no actually. Would you be able to organize Drake to sell it?” I dried my hands on the towel.

“What, you’re going to sell your beast?” Brad joined the conversation, getting a beer out the fridge.

“Yeah, time for a change, you know.” I shrugged my shoulders, crossing my arms and leaning back against the sink. “Plus, I think I want to get a convertible.”

They both cracked a grin.

“Women.” Reaper shook his head.

“What’s wrong with a convertible? They are sexy and have the added bonus of having no roof when you want it that way,” I defended my choice.

“They leak, always have problems with the roof not going down right, and if you kill someone, there is no boot space.” Brad listed the reasons on his fingers.

I scoffed. “This is coming from a man that owns a motorcycle.”

Brad shot me a wink, striding out of the kitchen, leaving Reaper and me alone again.

Reaper pushed himself up off the table, and I took a step closer to him. It wasn’t fair for a man to be as attractive as him.

“So you really don’t like the idea of a convertible?”

He shrugged his shoulders and brushed the hair from the side of my face. “Just didn’t see you as the convertible type of girl. But you can get whatever you want.”

I ran a hand down his arm. “Means I won’t have room for a dead body.” I joked.

A smirk captured his lips, and he dropped his mouth down to my ear. “If you have to kill someone babe, it means I’m not doing my job right, and I’m never planning on that happening.”

Tingles spread across my body and before I could say anything, he slapped my arse and gave me a wink before walking out of the kitchen, leaving me speechless.Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?