Reaper's Salvation: A Last Riders Trilogy Jamie Begley (fb2 epub reader .txt) 📖

pieces. “All these gowns are my size. How did he know my exact size?”

Reaper picked the first suit on the cart without interest. “They had our luggage when we arrived.” Reaper dressed as Ginny carried one of the gowns into the bathroom.

Taking a few minutes to dress, Reaper then went into the living room to wait for Ginny. Looking in the refrigerator, he saw their meals had been replenished. Figuring now was a good time, he took the tiny bug detector from his pocket. He’d made sure he kept it in his pocket when he left the bungalow earlier for the meeting with Allerton. He had long ago stopped trying to conceal it. If the fucker didn’t care that the bugs could be so easily found, Reaper didn’t care he could be caught, but that didn’t mean he’d leave it out in the open for them to take from him.

He was smashing the three he had found with the bottom of his shoe when Ginny came into the room. The black gown fit her like a glove. The bodice was black silk, heart-shaped, showing the top mounds of her breasts that were covered with sheer lace, forming into a collar around her neck. The silk part of the dress skimmed the tops of her thighs and from there intricate lace fell to her ankles. The black, strappy sandals added at least two inches to her normal height.

“Uh … fuck no. Go change,” he ordered, and resumed breaking another electronic bug.

She gaped at him. “Don’t be ridiculous. We’re already late! There’s nothing wrong with this dress.”

“It’s too short.”

“It’s comes down to my ankles!”

“You could read a book through that lace.”

Ignoring him, she placed a tube of lipstick in the small purse she brought out with her.

“I can see your pussy from over here.”

“You cannot!” she yelled, throwing the purse at him.

Dodging, he started to rise from the couch with a growl. With a squeal, she ran back into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

Ten minutes later, he was about to heat a meal from the fridge, assuming she had changed her mind about going, when she came back out, dressed in a pink, off-the-shoulder, floral silk dress that draped over her body. The bodice completely covered her chest and breasts, the only skin showing was the one shoulder, and it had a big bow, covering most of the curve of her shoulder.

“Better?” she asked snidely.

“Much.” Satisfied, he put the unheated meal back into the refrigerator.

“You’re such a jerk.” Heatedly glowering at him, she went to pick up the purse that he left on the coffee table.

“I did you a favor.” Bravely coming out from behind the kitchen counter, he told her, “No mother wants to see her daughter’s coochie.”

Ginny trembled as if she was restraining herself. “I was not showing my coochie.”

“You weren’t seeing it from my viewpoint.”

“You were sitting down, and you didn’t see anything. You just imagined it. The dress came down to my thighs.”

“I didn’t imagine shit,” he smarted off, enjoying the fire he saw in her eyes. “When we come back, you can try it again, and I’ll take a picture on my phone to show you.”

“You’re not taking a picture of my … my …”

“Pussy,” he eagerly helped her. “Cunt … twat.”

“Quit being so uncouth!”

Reaper was smart enough to steer clear of her as he made his way to the door and she lifted her purse threateningly.

“Uncouth? What century were you born?” He laughed.

“The one when men knew how to be gentlemen.” Giving him a haughty lift of her chin, she smoothed her dress down as if brushing him off. “Obviously, you’re much older than me. Much older ….” Giving him a pitiful look, she rushed toward the door. “Here, let me open the door for you. You should conserve your strength … old man.”

The woman had no compunction about swinging below the belt when she wanted to.

“I’m not old!”

“Are, too.” Complacent at reaching her goal of rattling him, she opened the door, mockingly waving him forward. “Here you go … sir.”

“I might be older than you chronologically, but I have the cock of a sixteen-year-old. When we come back tonight, I’m going to make you sorry for calling me old man.”

Ginny blew out a hiss of hot air, dissing him. “Old man, I’ve been taking it easy on you. I’m younger; I have more stamina than you,” she boasted.

“It’s on when we come back.”

“Bring it on, ol—”

With a squeal, Ginny side-stepped the palm of his hand, hurrying toward the waiting Moke.

“You can run, but you can’t hide,” Reaper warned, leisurely following after her.

Giggling lightheartedly, Ginny ran back toward him to button his jacket for him. “You look very handsome tonight, Mr. James.” Grinning, she unabashedly ran her hand over the expensive material.

“We’re late, Ginny.” He tried to turn her around to get her walking again, but she refused to budge.

“How come you never compliment me? Am I that unattractive?”

An irritated Agent Collins stepped out of the Moke, walking toward them. “Mr. Allerton has called several times. You two can finish this conversation in the vehicle.”

Ginny sighed in frustration at the agent hurrying them. “We’re coming.” Then she gave Reaper a harassed frown.

“Don’t blame me; you’re the one who kept me in bed all evening.”

“Don’t blame me when your uncouth ass sleeps on the couch tonight.”

Climbing into the Moke, she slapped his hand away when he would have assisted her.

“I see how you are. Is that the thanks I get for taking your mind off seeing your mother and not being able to see your father?”

Ginny nearly tripped over her feet getting inside. “You made us late because you were trying to relax me?” she hissed.

“I thought it would be easier than fucking you, but I didn’t want to shower again. I’m becoming a prune.”

Both men in the front seat turned around to look at them with their mouths gaping open.

Ginny waited until he was seated in the back seat before turning both barrels on