Reaper's Salvation: A Last Riders Trilogy by Jamie Begley (reading e books .txt) 📕

back into a tight ponytail. Being the same height as Reaper, Puck met his gaze directly.

“What are you doing here?”

Puck frowned at his unwelcoming scowl. “Viper sent for me to stay here when the brothers left to have your back.”

Reaper looked over Puck’s shoulder to see Jesus standing beside Ginny, talking as they dished out food for The Last Riders.

Viper had actually sent for the Ohio’s enforcer and sergeant-at-arms to watch over their wives? Was his brother out of his fucking mind? He had been smart to take Moon, but he’d left the two biggest dicks to watch over their flock of doves.

The brothers had earned their nicknames from their expertise at luring the most unattainable women to their beds. Reaper conveniently forgot his own expertise in the same field, but at least his nickname had been earned in the military. Jesus had the ability to talk any woman into giving it up to him, and Puck was able to sneak past any boyfriend or husband to score.

“Where’s Viper?”

Puck’s frown became more pronounced. “Haven’t seen him this morning. What time does he usually eat breakfast?”

Looking at his watch, Reaper took out his cell phone, sending a text to Viper.

Get your ass to the club. I’m in the kitchen.

Reaper pocketed is cell phone, rudely shoving past Puck to go behind the counter. “What in the fuck are you doing?” he asked Ginny a third time.

Ginny continued spooning a gigantic portions of eggs onto Moon’s outstretched plate. “What does it look like I’m doing? Are you feeling all right this morning? Do you need to go back to sleep and get up on the right side?”

“No. What I need is for you to stop doing what you’re doing, I didn’t have you stay here to turn you back into their housekeeper and cook again.” Glaring at Moon, who was standing with his plate, Reaper turned his wrath on him. “What in the fuck you wanting?”

Moon gave Ginny an innocent expression, which Reaper wasn’t buying for a hot second, considering the laughter in his eyes. “A biscuit.”

“Fuck off!” he snarled.

Ginny gave the fucker two biscuits. “Is that enough?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You better not,” Reaper warned her.

“Do what?” Confused, Ginny looked at him.

“Smile at that asshole.”

“Gavin, would you like me to make you a plate? Maybe that would put you in a better mood.”

“I wouldn’t be in a bad mood if you weren’t doing what you’re not supposed to be doing.”

“I came down for breakfast, and Jesus had burnt the eggs. I offered to help.” Ginny continued spooning eggs, giving a heaping spoonful to Jewell. “Moving around is helping me work the kinks out of my body.”

“So would a warm bath and me giving you a massage,” Reaper told her, glaring at Rider, who was already coming back for seconds.

“I offered to give her one.” Puck grinned, coming back behind the counter, carrying dirty dishes. “It’s the least I could do with her offering to help out.”

As every bone in Reaper’s body went taut and he took a threatening step forward, the dishes in Puck’s hands shook.

“Reaper!” Viper called from the doorway. “You wanted to talk to me?”

Reaper pointed two fingers at his eyes, then turned his hand and pointed them at Puck in a show of “I’m watching you,” before walking around the counter to meet Viper. “We need to talk.”

Viper tilted his head to the side, then toward the front of the kitchen before bobbing his head back. “We can talk as I eat. I’m starving, and I haven’t eaten Ginny’s cooking since she quit.”

Reaper stayed where he was, blocking Viper’s path to the food.

“Move.”

Reaper gritted his teeth at the order. Stepping to the side, he made himself a cup of coffee and found an empty table in the room off the kitchen. His gaze passed over Shade and Rider before he spotted the jar of jelly sitting prominently on their table.

A plate full of food slapping the table heralded the arrival of Viper as he pulled out a chair. “What’s up?” Viper pulled his biscuit apart to layer it with butter.

“I want you to explain to me”—Reaper scooted farther up his seat to ground out his complaint—“what in the fuck you were thinking bringing Jesus and Puck here.”

Viper raised his brows at him. “I was thinking that, since I was taking my enforcer and sergeant-at-arms with me, as well as most of the other brothers, Razer would need some help if shit went down while we were away.”

“You had any fucking brothers from Ohio you could have chosen; you didn’t have to pick Puck and Jesus.”

Viper frowned at him. “What wrong with Puck and Jesus? Puck has proven his loyalty over and over. You’re the one who convinced him to join The Last Riders when he got out of the service.”

Reaper scowled at the reminder.

“And what the fuck with Jesus? I can name half a dozen instances you’ve needed his help within the last six months.” Viper shoved the biscuit in his mouth, saving Reaper from doing it for him, Reaper thought angrily.

Reaper scooted farther on his seat until his ass was barely on the chair. “They’re both satyromaniacs; that’s what the fuck is wrong with them.”

“What in the fuck is a satyromaniac?” Viper asked, pausing his hand holding a forkful of scrambled eggs.

Reaper waved his hand at him as if he should know the answer. “You know what a nymphomaniac is, don’t you?”

Viper gave him a shit-eating grin. “I hope so.”

Reaper gave him a dirty look at his attempt of humor. When he wasn’t so angry, Reaper reminded himself to tell his brother his sense of humor sucked.

“A satyromaniac is the male equivalent,” Reaper informed him.

“No shit? Damn, you learn something new every day.”

“This isn’t funny. You left Winter and the other wives to be watched over by them.”

“I also left Razer.” Viper shrugged. “Besides, I trust my wife.”

“My wife has too much of a trusting nature. Those men think every woman wants to fuck them, and there’s a bet