Page 131 of Down & Dirty: Reaper

He cocked an eyebrow at her. “Did you ever think you’re the lucky one?”

She stepped back and pulled free of his grip before giving him a once-over. Her eyes grew wide. “Damn. You’re right. I am!”

He chuckled, held out his hand, and she slapped hers into it. After he clasped it tightly, they walked hand-in-hand back over to the food and beer.

He didn’t give a fuck what anyone thought of him holding hands with his woman.

Bottom line was, she was his.

And between the run and the party, he made sure everyone knew it.

After the party, they had returned to Reaper’s cabin very late. Since they normally parked their sleds in the Warehouse, they had to ride separately to work in the morning.

As they headed to where their Harleys were parked outside his cabin, she paused. What Lexi had brought up last night was still living in her head rent-free.

“Hey.”

He stopped at his sled and looked back to where she still stood. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong. I want to know if you’d be my backpack on the next AFMC run.” After dropping that gem, she watched him quickly school his expression.

“I can go along for protection,” he countered.

“On the back of my sled?”

“Fuck no. On my own.”

Of course Lexi had been right, but Vi still had wanted to test the theory.

Obviously, his responses didn’t come as a surprise. No way he’d sit in what most bikers would consider the “bitch seat.”

Even so, she wouldn’t hold his answer against him. If he rode as her backpack, he’d get nothing but relentless grief from his club brothers. She’d never want to put him in that position if she could avoid it. The guys could be fucking brutal.

“No can do, Devil Dog. Since us women can’t ride with the DAMC on our own sleds, we decided to adopt a similar policy for our club. Don’t forget that’s the reason we started the Angels of Fury in the first place. So it’s as my backpack or nothing.”

“You did it to thumb your nose at them, Vi. However, unlike some of my brothers, I don’t have a problem with you women having your own club. I actually think it’s cool. And to be completely honest, hot as fuck.”

Damn right it was!

If she was going to get tied down, she was reminded once again she had picked the right ball and chain.

After straddling his sled, it growled to life as soon as he pushed the Start button. He glanced over at her, now standing next to her own ride. “Does that piss you off?”

She misunderstood on purpose. “Calling us biker babes both cool and hot? Of course not.”

He huffed, “No, me not being your backpack.”

She threw a leg over her sled. “I’m already over it.”

His lips twitched. “You’re the best.”

She rolled her eyes. “Of course I am. That didn’t need to be said.”

When he chuckled and shook his head, she stuck her tongue out at him.

With nostrils flared and his eyes filled with heat, he threatened, “Don’t tempt me to yank you off that damn bike and drag your ass back inside so you can show me what you can do with that tongue.”

“You already know.” She started her Harley. “But I’ll show you later, anyway.” She blew him a kiss.