Page 41 of Down & Dirty: Reaper

That looked damn good and he might have to grab one for himself. “Obviously. Not sure how you stay in such good shape.”

“Lots of sweaty sex.”

His head whipped around to see her staring at her plate and shoveling a forkful of macaroni salad into her pie hole.

Since her answer was only said to draw a reaction from him, Reaper kept his fucking mouth shut and didn’t hand her an easy score.

Some battles weren’t worth fighting.

Even if she had fucked everyone in Shadow Valley—anyone not blood related, that was—he had no right to have any opinion on that.

“Hey, Vi,” came a female voice.

Vi abruptly stopped eating and glanced at the approaching sweet butt.

Reaper swore he heard her groan before calling out, “Hey, Honey.”

Honey being the club girl’s nickname and not an endearment.

Honey greeted him next, but in a much more sultry voice. “Hey, Reaper.”

He jerked his chin up at her in response. “Honey.” He didn’t know her well since the few times he was at the club before being patched in, he didn’t pay much attention to the sweet butts.

Now that he was patched in, he still had no interest in sharing a woman with other men. Especially other men he had to look in the eye on a regular basis.

Not to mention, he had another fucking woman taking up his headspace.

“You knooooow, now that you’re a full member, we’re available to you.”

“For what?”

Vi snorted at the same time Honey answered, “For anything you’d want or need.”

Yeah, he wasn’t falling for that trap. “My rifle cleaned?”

“I’ll gladly clean your rifle,” Honey purred, tucking her hand between the flaps of his cut and dragging her long, painted nails across both of his nipples.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Vi sit up straighter and pay closer attention to the exchange between him and the sweet butt.

She could run interference at any time now.

Of course she didn’t. “My AXMC.”

“Oh, is that another club?”

“No, it’s my weapon of choice.”

“My choice is this weapon.” Honey grabbed his crotch, giving it a squeeze.

He jerked his hips back on the table, trying to dislodge her hold. “I’m good.” When that didn’t work, he gently peeled off her fingers one by one.

“I bet you are. I’d love to be your first.”

“That opportunity disappeared a couple of decades ago.”

“I mean your first club girl.”

“You wouldn’t be my first club girl, either.”