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Was Vi choking to death? It sure sounded like it. Should he whack her on the back? Do the Heimlich?

“What?” Honey’s expression closed up and her eyebrows pinned together. “Who got to you first? We drew straws and I won.”

They drew straws and she won? What the fuck?

He half expected Vi to announce that she won, but instead she went back to stuffing her face.

She was probably amused with Honey’s proposal.

He needed to wipe out that amusement. “Tell you what, you’ll be the first one I go to as soon as I’m in the mood.”

Honey’s eyes lit up. “Do you have my number? You can shoot me a text. I’ll come to you anytime, anywhere.”

Reaper pulled his cell phone out and once he opened the contact apps, he asked, “What’s your number?”

Honey rattled off her digits and Reaper plugged them into his phone, pretending he didn’t have one eye on Vi to capture her reaction.

Once he was done, he slipped his phone back into the inside of his cut and gave the sweet butt a huge smile.

“Damn, you’re so handsome,” she whispered, dragging her long nails down his beard. “Call or text me anytime.”

“I’ll do that,” he assured her, despite knowing full well he wouldn’t.

“I’ll be around all night.”

She would be “around” for sure. Plenty of DAMC members could hook up with the sweet butts since they didn’t have an ol’ lady or a regular piece. And with Zeke saying this would be a no-kids party, Reaper had a feeling the sweet butts would be busy tonight.

As well as any female hang-arounds trying to score themselves their very own biker.

“Anytime,” she called over her shoulder.

Reaper shot her a wave.

One side of his mouth pulled up when he turned back to the woman sitting beside him.

“Your rifle?” Vi asked with a grin as Honey disappeared into a small group of bikers. “She wanted your rifle all right.”

“Jealous?”

“Of Honey? No. You want her, have at it. But I don’t blame her for making a play.”

“Why’s that?”

“Have you looked in the mirror?”

“This morning when I brushed my teeth,” he answered.

“And what did you see?”

“A man who’s not interested in having his dick sucked by a sweet butt.”

“All the single guys use the club girls. And you’re single.”

Reaper ignored that since, again, she was just trying to drum up a reaction from him. He wasn’t going to give her that. Instead, he said, “I think we’re busted.”

Her brow dropped low. “Busted? What do you mean?”

“It means I think your sister ran her fucking mouth.”