Logan's Reaper (Soul Reapers)

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Logan's Reaper (Soul Reapers)
Lowrance, J.D.
J.D. Lowrance (2013)
Logan
I hear the rumble of the pipes before I even saw the motorcycles. I closed my eyes and savored the sound. I loved it and always found myself pausing when I heard one. I fell in love with the sound when daddy brought his bike home that first time. Other kids covered their ears and ran to stand behind their momma's, but not me. I raced towards the sound with my arms and eyes wide open never wanting it to stop.
Logan Jones is hiding in a small town with her sister Campbell. Their gorgeous neighbor of the duplex they just rented is no other than the Soul Reapers' VP Colton Murphy. Her life was too complicated to add another layer of hot-ass biker to the mix.
Colton
She kept sneaking peeks at me from under her long lashes to see if my attention has moved on but after having seen her I did not think it would ever move on again.
Colton Murphy has a good life with plenty of everything coming his way - woman, money, booze. He has plenty of time to settle down in a few years. That is until he returns from a run to find the long-legged, auburn beauty, Logan Jones, that has moved in next door.
***Author's note: This novel contains scenes of a sexual nature, violent themes, and coarse language. It is intended for mature readers

Logan’s Reaper

Soul Reaper #1

 

By J.D. Lowrance

 

 

Text copyright © 2013 by J.D. Lowrance

 

Image by A.R., November 4, 2009

 

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ISBN #: 9781304586247

CHAPTER ONE

Colton

It had
been a long trip and I could not wait to get home. Long runs were good for the soul though, at least my soul. The open wind, sun, and speed calmed the beast inside me, appeased it even if just for a little while. My pop saw these trips as me stepping up for the club, taking on more responsibility, but really I just could not sit still. A piece of me was missing and the only time I found comfort was riding away from the quiet in my life.

Who I am kidding?
The only quiet time was when I was alone and the silence was deafening. So instead of finding out why, I drove head first into club business, booze, and the endless pussy that stared me in the face. It was all I ever knew and all I had in this life. The MC was my only priority since I became my father’s number two, the big VP. Riding and fighting were what I was raised to do and this trip took care of both.

Tank,
Knox, and Worm came with me; my crew within the club. We all started out as prospects together for the Soul Reapers Motorcycle Club, with me and Tank growing up in the MC.  Tank’s pop, Whistler, was the MC’s Enforcer and the toughest son-of-bitch I had ever seen. Tank made his pop proud by being just like him. Whistler was Prez’s shadow and Tank was stuck to me like pussy on a whore. Not that I could complain. Tank knew me better than I knew myself and seemed to know what I was thinking even before I did. Trigger was here as well, our token tag-along. A pain in the ass but a brother none-the-less.

As we entered town, t
he guys pulled off one-by-one as we passed their streets. All of us needed a shower and a night’s sleep in a bed instead of the desert floor. Tank was the only one that stayed, protecting my flank as we turned onto my street.

Logan

I heard the rumble of the pipes before I even saw the motorcycles. I closed my eyes and savored the sound. I loved it and always found myself pausing when I heard one. I fell in love with the sound when daddy brought his bike home that first time. Other kids covered their ears and ran to stand behind their mommas, but not me. I raced toward the sound with my arms and eyes wide open, never wanting it
to stop.

Campbell
came running out of the front door of the furnished duplex we just rented not wanting to miss the potential drive-by either. We were still unpacking the Beetle of the few things we had time to grab. Daddy’s warning was so short we did not leave with anything other than the bags that were already packed. I hated leaving behind any clothes, as we had so little to start. Campbell seemed to be taking it better this time though. All smiles and shit talk as we drove into Camden City. Her smile was contagious as she joined me leaning against the faded yellow Volkswagen, both of us savoring the moment.

As the rumble gr
ew closer I straightened and turned towards the start of our street to find two hogs. I was full-on drooling at the sight. I was a junkie for a leather-clad rider sporting snug jeans and shit-kickers. I acted without thinking as I only wanted to get closer to the bikes. I was at the back of Beetle before I knew it so I turned to grab whatever was left, trying not to show my excitement over the bikes and their owners. My life was too complicated without adding a layer of bad-ass biker to the mix.

Of
course, the last bag rolled all the way to the back of the trunk and I had to bend in half practically climbing in to reach it. My cheeks reddened as I felt the slight breeze under my cut-offs letting me know that I was showing off my assets to the two riders.

What am I thinking?
I was trying not to be noticed and found that I was doing just the opposite.
Oh crap!
The rumble was now an idle roar.
Oh God!
I wanted to finish climbing in and shut the trunk until the riders were long gone but obviously that was not an option as the quiet clued me in that the pipes were laid to rest.

Colton

I was instantly hard seeing that sweet butt shoving her ass in the air for me to see. She had the longest legs I had ever seen and an ass that was perfect for spanking. I could not wait to hear the sounds she made in that position when I was ramming into her - - hard. We pulled into my driveway and shut off the bikes. I adjusted my semi-hard cock as I dismounted. It had been a few days of hard riding but that would not stop me from filling her from behind. Tank was right behind me as we walked across the yard to the two sweet butts.

“Hello ladies.” No sense calling them what they
were to their face. They did not have to know they were sweet butts just yet.


Hi,” the strawberry blonde said as she bit her bottom lip and pulled on a strand of hair twisting it around her finger. Her cat-like eyes were the deepest brown I had ever seen, like pools of dark chocolate with gold flecks throughout them. I saw Tank adjust himself out of the corner of my eye.
No shit buddy.

“And hello to you,” I
said to Long Legs as she joined us, giving her all of my attention. I slowly worked my way up her amazing body starting at her Barbie pink toenail polish. Her legs, even longer than I thought, were tanned and toned. Her cut-off denim shorts hung off her hips so that her belly button played peek-a-boo under the bottom of her long-sleeve t-shirt. She must have liked my perusal because her nipples pebbled as I spent a little extra time on them, envisioning myself grabbing two handfuls. 

“Hello
, eyes up here,” she hissed placing one hand on her hip and waving the other one at me to lift my head. My gaze reluctantly followed as I adjusted myself, AGAIN.

I
opened my mouth with a flirty comeback but froze, speechless as I stared into a pair of sapphires that shared the same cat-like shape as the blonde. A slight breeze brought an errant strand of hair from her ponytail across her cheek. I stuffed my hands into my jean pockets to keep from reaching out to push it behind her ear.


You guys moving in?” Tank asked as he shouldered me from behind trying to get me to snap out of it. I gave a sheepish grin but could not look away.

“I’m Tank and this is Colton.” Tank and the blonde, I think her name
was Campbell, were talking while I memorized the beauty before me. She kept sneaking peeks at me from under her long lashes to see if my attention had moved on but after having seen her I did not think it would ever move on again.

“Hi Tank, Colton, I’m Logan
,” the auburn-haired goddess before me said.

Logan

“What the hell
was that Logan?” Campbell turned on me the minute the front door was closed.

“I have no idea.”
I put my hands up in mock surrender after throwing down the bag.

“Logan, did you hear him call you beautiful when we said good-bye?”

“He was just trying to earn some brownie points after blatantly checking me out,” I replied.

“Well both of those guys were so fucking hot.
It was love at first sight. Did you see how Tank’s black hair curled right above his cut? So hot! His eyes are like oil pits and I bet they catch fire when he is hot for a chick.” Campbell fanned herself as she walked back into the kitchen.

“Cam,
you know I hate when you curse.” I knew she was rolling her eyes at me. “I am serious. You are too pretty and too young to have a foul-mouth.”

“I turn 18 in one month.” Her typical argument and answer to everything.

“And that is why we are driving to the public library first thing tomorrow morning so we can look into what it would take to get your GED.” God, I hated that we could not put her in the local high school to finish. She only needed two more months but there was no way we could register her and give them her social security number. That was the easiest way to track someone and we planned on staying under the radar.

“Not this again
. I don’t need a GED to work at Denny’s or whatever the hell name a diner takes in this podunk town.” She came back into the room chewing on a cold McDonald’s french fry.

“Yes, you do. We need ev
ery advantage we can get and that is one of them.”

“Ok, enough about this
MOM.
Let’s get back to the eye-fucking that just occurred outside between you and Hottie McHotterson.” She leaned onto the side of the couch.

“It was nothing.”
I ignored the language as I tried to ignore her. Frankly, I could not get that image of Colton out of my head; all leather-clad, snug-jean wearing, ass-kicker that he was. The danger just rolled off him in waves. He wore his cut to perfection with those broad shoulders and narrow waist. His six foot frame was defined by long, lean muscle that pulled his white t-shirt when his body shifted under his cut. I counted three tattoos that were visible on his arms. The first was a phrase that was written on the inside of his right arm. It was too small to read and was covered mostly by his shirt. The second was what looked like the bottom of a skull on the outside of his right arm. The last one was a red nautical star in gray contrast on his left foreman.

What
really sold me were his stone gray eyes that looked right through me while keeping everything inside locked up tight. They never left my body, my face, me the entire time we talked. Every now and again he would clench his square jaw and a flicker of emotion would cross his eyes but was gone before I could read it. I could tell he was an expert at hiding everything behind that stone gray wall he erected. I could still feel his eyes on me like a caress to my skin.

I
f I let my wild imagination out of its cage, I could imagine what his thick stubble felt like brushing against my neck, my breast, my inner thighs.
Oh my!
His silhouette permanently burned into my mind’s eye as he and Tank walked back across his lawn.

“Liar,” Campbell exclaimed at she threw herself onto the couch next to me. “Come on, admit that he was hot.”

“Ok,” I admit
ted. “He is hot. Gorgeous even.”


They both were. Can you believe that Colton lives next door? I can’t believe that we are sharing a duplex with a bike god,” Campbell squealed. “I might even share a wall with him. That is so hot.”

“Oh my goodness Campbell. C
an we move. . .?” She interrupted asking, “Did you see they had matching cuts? And that Colton’s said Vice President on it?” She turned to look at me. I noticed not only that but the intimating winged reaper on his back carrying its scythe. A shiver ran through me.

“I noticed,” pausing as I t
ook a deep breath, “and that is why we should try to stay away from them.”


We should try, but no way.”

“Yes, Campbell. We don’t know what is going on with dad and we don’t need to draw
attention to ourselves,” I said as I put my arm around her giving a slight squeeze. “Plus those types of guys only want one thing.”

“An old lady?”

“Do they look like the old lady types?” I asked as I poked her side with my other hand.

“No,”
she giggled, squirming out of my hold. “Definitely not, but one can only hope, right?”

“Yeah, I guess.” I st
ood up and smiled down at her. “One can only hope. Now, let’s change the subject, please.”


Ok. So what do you want for your birthday?” quizzed Campbell. “It is tomorrow. The big two two. You are gettin’ old sister of mine.”

“Ha . . .
ha . . . ha, baby sister,” I teased back as she scrunched up her nose. She hated being called baby anything. “I already told you what I want. For us to drive to the public library . . .” Letting out a cry of frustration, Campbell yelled, “You are a broken record. Fine! I will go to the stupid library and do that stupid research if you take Tank up on his offer to get your car tuned up as your b-day gift from them.”


Number one, thank you for saying stupid and not some other foul word. And number two, I am not accepting any gifts,” I air quoted the last word, “from them. We just met them and we are not sweet butts and won’t start acting like them either.” I knew my lecture fell on deaf ears from the look on Campbell’s face.

“Come on Logan,” Campbell whined
to prove my point. She got up on her knees with her hands together like she was praying. “Please, for your baby sister who has no hope of ever getting the attention of the hot bikers and has to live vicariously through her hot ass older sister getting some.”

“Oh
. My. God. Campbell,” I shrieked. “If I say yes will you please stop whining and help me to finish unpacking?” Campbell nodded yes as she bounced up and down clapping her hands.

“Fine. Yes. Now move it before you lose it!”
I turned to hide my smile because I wanted to go as much as she did.

“I love you. I love you. I love you. You are the best sister ever!” Campbell yelled as she ran past me up the stairs. I smacked her
back side as she passed. “You better Cam. I am the only one you got!” I followed her laughter up the steps, shaking my head as I already knew there was no way we were staying away from them.

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