Lost Reapers MC- Claimed by the Bikers novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134

Melody

The tee he had given me to wear was soft, something he clearly wore often because the picture on the front was almost unreadable. It fell just past my knees. Longer than most of the stresses I had been forced to wear in the last few years. And I couldn’t help but play with the soft cotton between my fingers as we lay side by side on the rock hard mattress.

After looking at the stained sheets we had both decided that curling up under the covers was a no go. Neither one of us wanted y catch anything from the very stained and very used sheets. So we were laying on top of them. Him in a fresh pair of jeans and me in his t shirt. A storm might have been raging outside; the first of autumn but with the heat up and his muscled arms wrapped around my waist and his head laying on my breast, I’d never felt more comfortable which was crazy because I still didn’t know his name

It just didn’t seem important to ask. I knew him anyway. Or at least that’s how it felt.

“So.” He trailed off, his voice quiet and far away. Reaching up he twirled one of my too blonde curls around his finger idly. “That’s what happened. He knew he was sick. But he didn’t go in until it was too late and now my mom and my sisters will have no one to

look after them but me and I live miles away.”

Craning my head, I stared down at him. There was a look on his face that I recognised instantly.

Acceptance.

He was just accepting it even if it made him miserable.

I knew all about that.

“Who is going to look after you?”

Lifting his head, he stared into my eyes. Confusion pinching his eyebrows together. “What do you mean?”

I couldn’t help but smile. “Who is going to look after you?” Surely that was a simple enough question? It shouldn’t have been giving

him so much trouble.

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“The club looks after their own.” He mumbled laying his head back down. “But I’m not sure they can help me with this.” He huffed. “There’s some tough times ahead.” He mumbled under his breath.

I closed my eyes as he breath floated against me. “Yeah.” I sighed. In the grand scheme of things I had it easy, his troubles were much more serious than an identity crisis.

“Your dad sounds like an amazing person though. Is that where you get it from?”

His chuckle vibrated through his chest. “He’s no blood, but yeah he raised me with some morals. Can’t say he was impressed when I joined the Reapers, though.”

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“That’s your motorcycle club right?”

“Yeah, The Lost Reapers.” He sounded far away and again I lifted my head. “Are they criminals?”

I had seen the one percent patch on his leather waist coat and even though I didn’t know anything about that sort of thing, I had

watched tv and I knew that meant they were the bad guys.

Only he didn’t seem like a bad guy. He could have left me back there, he could have fucked me and left me stranded here. He hadn’t

done either of those things. We were just laying together and talking.

“They are good guys, they are family.” He said catching my eyes.

“But you don’t feel you can talk to them about what troubles you?”

“Not like I can talk to you.” His mouth fell open and his eyes widened as he realised what he had said. “I just mean-”

Leaning down I brushed my lips against his. “I know what you mean.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, I mean I don’t even know your name and I feel safe with you. I feel like I could tell you anything. Crazy huh?”

“Rancher.”

It was my turn to be confused. “What, is that some sort of club slang?”

Laughing, he pulled himself up the bed. Elbows on either side of my head and rubbed his nose against mine. I couldn’t help but

stare into his eyes and sigh.

“It’s my name.”

“I don’t think your mom liked you. Who calls their kid Rancher?”

Throwing back his head he laughed. “My birth name is Cory. Cory Metcaff. But most people call me Rancher.”

“Because you grew up on a ranch?” I asked. “Are you a cowboy?”

He dipped his imaginary hat. “Yes ma’am.”

“What should I call you?” I blurted.

For a second he paused. His eyes darted from my eyes to my lips over and over again. “You can call me whatever you want to. Now tell me to fuck off but I kind of have something to ask?”

“Go on.” Fingers stroking through his hair, I fixed on his mouth. God, I wanted him to kiss me. We didn’t need to fuck I just wanted

his mouth of mine.

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“I don’t know where you need dropping off in the city tomorrow or even if you plan on sticking around, but i would like to see you

again. Maybe take you out?”

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