Campbell's Reaper: Soul Reapers #2 (21 page)

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I know,

I said as I hugged her
again. Logan was trying to be strong but I felt her body shake slightly from
the tears she was fighting.

Shhhh. It

s
going to be ok.

Her head nodded against my shoulder as we
held one another until she pulled herself together.


Ok, ok,

Logan said as she pulled
away and wiped under her eyes.

Enough of this. We have a
birthday to celebrate.


We do?

I teased, eyeing up the
present that she held out in front of her.


Yes. Happy Birthday Cam,

said Logan.


Thank you Logan,

I squealed before ripping
into the present.


And Colt,

she added.


And Colt,

I parroted.

Oh.
My. Goodness. It has the original tags on it. Holy shit. It

s
beautiful. AND THERE

S MORE,

I shrieked.

BEST
BIRTHDAY EVER!


I

m
glad you like it,

she laughed as I completely stripped out of
my clothes and put on the gold, razor back fitted top and black satin shorts.

You
look amazing Cam.

I waved my hands in front of my face to help
stop any tears from falling as I had already done my make-up.


This is the most beautiful
thing I have ever owned. Thank you so much!


And you look so grown up in
it. I can

t believe my baby sis is 18.

Logan giggled when I
scrunched up my face and stuck out my tongue at her.
Real mature Cam!


Real mature Cam,

teased Logan.


Whatever,

I sassed back.

Sooooooo.
What do you plan to wear tonight?

I looked her up and down
taking in her cut-off jeans and tank top.

This
will not do.

I
started digging through all the clothes looking for the black halter dress I
knew was in there.


Oh, I don

t
care. You look hot enough for us both.


Well. Number one - no shit.
And number two - You gotta do what I say because it

s
my birthday. So wear this and hurry your ass up so we can get our party on.


Yes slave driver!

Logan stuck her tongue out
as she did a quick outfit change. Make-up took two seconds and a high pony-tail
later, we were leaving Tank

s room to join the party.

We walked down the steps hand-in-hand
teasing and laughing with each other. Even with the news of Baxter hanging over
us, I knew if I had Logan and Tank by my side everything would be ok. Well
Logan stood on one side. It was now time to get Tank to be on my other . . .
permanently.

I looked over to Logan and saw how much
she glowed since she met Colt and I wanted that. No more waiting. No more
guessing what was going to happen next. I was prepared to make it happen
TONIGHT.

What I was not prepared for was the
scene that was unfolding all around us as we got to the bottom of the stairs. I
looked to Logan to see her mouth open in surprise at the craziness around us.
Music was blaring from the speakers as sweet butts rubbed on each other and
some of the brothers.

Is that? Oh. My. God. There was a
brother banging a chick in the corner IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PARTY.

Logan must have spotted Colt because
she took my hand and led me over to the couches. Colt immediately pulled Logan
down on his lap, burying his nose in the crook of her neck. You could see the
goose bumps break out along Logan

s
skin at the contact. He was murmuring in her ear when I decided I had seen
enough. I began to look around and noticed that it was not as many brothers
partying as I originally thought, which would make sense since we were still in
lockdown.

My eyes searched and searched for MY .
. . yes MY Reaper but could not find him. Unless. Hold on. Wait. A. Minute.
Fuck
no!
There was Tank at the bar with Tricia . . . fucking Tricia hanging off
of him like he was her own personal jungle gym. Her one hand was up his shirt,
while the other was . . . Oh! HELL NO! . . . undoing his pants.

Fury like I had never felt blazed
through my veins. My heart beat to the rhythm of a fucking war drum as my feet
closed the distance.  Brothers parted like the red sea as I made my approach.


What are you doing?

Fucking Colt came to stand
in front of me.


Get. Out. Of. My. Way.

I stared at his broad
chest.


It is not worth it,

he rumbled.

If
he does this, he is not worth it.


You have no idea what he is
worth to me.

My
eyes shot holes in his chest.


He obviously thinks it is
not worth it.

Colt
was playing a word game with me.


Now that is where you are
wrong, big brother,

I seethed, locking gazes with him.

He
doesn

t
think he

s
worth it. Not me. Not us. Him. It is all in his head that he is not worth it.
He just needs someone to show him that he is. So if you would please Get. Out.
Of. My. Way. Now.

I punctuated every last word.


Thanks,

he uttered.

Shocked, I looked up.

For
what?

I asked confused.


Calling me big brother.

He graced me with his
killer Colton smile.

And for saving my best
friend from himself.

Colton side stepped me and walked away.

I felt awkward in that moment, feeling
as though I wasted my fight on Colton until I saw Tricia on her knees in front
of Tank, getting ready to pull out his cock. Tank

s
disregard for what she was about to do told me he was either extremely drunk or
really just did not give a damn. Maybe it was a little from column A and a
little from column B. Well I was about to find out.

 

Tank

 

Just breathe motherfucker. Just
breathe.

All I needed was a few more minutes of
this skank-ass whore touching me. I knew the minute Sunshine entered the room.
I could feel her warmth on my skin even though she was across the room. It was
do or die time. I was a worthless piece of shit and it was about time Campbell
saw it for herself.

I saw Colton try to intercept her from
making a scene, but she talked her way out of it. A head nod from Colton and he
stepped out of her way. She looked like a lost little sheep until her eyes
found Tricia kneeling at my feet. My heart clenched in my chest as I felt her
slimy hand take hold of my cock. It was so shriveled up, almost like it was
trying to crawl away from her advances, but this bitch did not take limp dick
as the HELL NO that it was. Tricia fisted it trying to pump it back to life.
Next, she would probably try CPR to the damn thing to try and blow life into
it.

Yep. I was fucking wasted.

Now my Sunshine was pissed. The lost
little sheep replaced with the she-wolf I knew she could be. Her eyes glowed
with rage as she closed the final distance between us.


Tank,

she purred at me. WOW. Not
the reaction I was going for.


Sunshine.

Her shoulders tensed
ever-so-slightly. It was a low blow to call her my nickname while another woman
was pumping my penis, but I was going for maximum effect.


Hey Trish,

she said, acknowledging the
whore at my feet. By now we had quite the audience around us.

Did
you drop something? Like maybe your fucking common SENSE! Or I don

t
know . . . did your fucking uterus fall out of your loose ass vag and onto the
floor? Because I can

t seem to find a reason why
the hell you are kneeling on the floor by MY MAN, touching shit that doesn't
belong to you. I suggest you make yourself scarce very quickly before I beat
the ever-living-shit out of you.

Catcalls and whistles
filled the room as Tricia tried to say something to Campbell, but the room was
in such an uproar that no one could hear her. Campbell lost all of her patience
and grabbed her by her hair pulling her from the spot at my feet. She leaned in
and said something privately to Tricia that made her pale and bob her head up
and down frantically. When Campbell stood up she turned and looked right at me
before sauntering up to me.

The swipe of her hand as she put my
cock back in my pants and zipped them had me hard in an instant. I looped my
arm around her waist crushing her body to mine.

I
want you,

I
muttered, rotating my hips so my rock hard cock pressed into her, letting her
know just how much.


Let

s
get you upstairs.

Campbell completely blew off my comment. Our
whole time together I never once admitted my attraction to her, and now that I
did, I felt the slice of rejection that she must have felt whenever she made
her desire for me known.

Once we were in my room, Campbell went
straight to the bathroom and started the shower.

You
reek of alcohol and cheap ass perfume. Take a shower. Hopefully it will sober
you up a little,

she said as she went over to my dresser and
pulled out a clean pair of underwear for me.


You look so beautiful
tonight,

I slurred; the alcohol
kicking in full force.

You are the most beautiful
and radiant and perfect thing in my life.

She shook her head at me as
I swayed on my feet. Campbell caught me by my shirt, pulling me to her.


Let

s
get you undressed and in the shower.


Sounds like a plan to me.

I was naked and in the
bathroom before I realized that I left Campbell in the bedroom. I walked . . .
stumbled back into the room. She looked so sad standing there. Her head was
down and I saw a tear slide down her cheek.


No tears Sunshine,

I cooed as I stood before
her. I did not ask her to join me; I just started to undress her. Piece by
piece her perfect body was revealed to me. Her hair was still in a ponytail, as
I dragged her into the shower with me.

The water washed over us as I lathered
my hands. I looked over her wet body; my hard cock throbbed in response as I
watched the water run over every inch of her body that my mouth wanted to
taste. I worshiped every inch of her body with my hands, my lips as I washed
her. When I was done, my lips found hers. A hunger like I had never felt before
consumed me as I devoured her lips until they were red and swollen. Then
Campbell took the soap and started to wash my body.


Amazing.

The one word spoken by
Campbell had my eyes flying open. I fucking hated that word. No matter who said
it, my mother

s voice always echoed in my head.


Just stop.

My abruptness had Campbell
stepping back.

I fucking hate that word.

The alcohol in my blood
made everything worse. I stormed past her, leaving her in the shower.

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