Payne (The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Grit Chapter Book 3) by Sam Crescent, Jenika Snow

a curvy as fuck woman. She wore a pair of running shorts and an oversized shirt. With the way she rested her hands on her hips, panting, he could make out every single swell and curve of her body.
    “I didn’t mean to run into you.”
    “No harm done. It’s the risk you take walking around a corner.”
    She chuckled. “Very true.”
    “The name is Smalls,” he said.
    “Lana.”
    “It’s nice to meet you, Lana.”
    “The same, Smalls.”
    Before he could say anything else, she was running away in a completely different direction. “Nice to meet you. Hopefully the next time we meet isn’t as painful.” She grinned and waved.
    He couldn’t help but watch her run away from him. Her ass was so damn round and bouncy.
    Lana, the runner, was damn hot and kept his attention instantly.
    Oh, they’d be running into each other again. He’d make damn sure of it.

15
    W atching Payne and Beast with their old ladies had this ache settling inside of Reaper’s chest. He looked at his twin, Grim, wondering if his brother felt that longing, that need to find the perfect woman to help them in their fucked-up desires, but also be willing to be shared between them.
    When they found a woman, if they did—they knew it would have to be one that would desire both of them.
    They’d want an old lady that could be theirs.
    But finding a female willing to have two sadistic bastards like us in her life is probably never going to fucking happen.
    Hell, even seeing King giving his old lady so much PDA that it made him want to tear his eyes out had this strange emotion filling him.
    Grim shouted something foul to Smalls, whom he was playing a hand of cards with.
    At first Reaper didn’t know what in the fuck his emotions meant, and why he felt it. But then it hit him like a ton of fucking bricks at seeing how happy the other patches were.
    I want what they have. I want an old lady that can look at me and know she’ll be well cared for, protected, and loved above all else.
    Shit.
    Yeah, he wanted it, but it wasn’t going to happen. Not that Reaper didn’t think he could properly love a woman … because he wanted to, or at least try and be a good man for a female. It wasn’t even that he didn’t think he could commit, because fuck, he wanted that, too. But he had his own issues and baggage to deal with.
    So, fucking the loose-ass club whores was what he did to relieve his stress, and truth was he felt fucking dirty because of it. He reached out for the bottle of whiskey, but the fucking thing fell off the bar top and onto the floor, shattering. He cursed and bent down to start cleaning it up.
    “Fuck,” he cursed low when a shard sliced through his hand. Fuck, he was so damn uncoordinated because of his thoughts. Reaper felt so damn tired. It wasn’t just the physical exhaustion, but mental too.
    “Hey, are you okay?” The female voice that came from behind him had Smalls turning and looking at her.
    He started with her feet since he was on the ground, and took note of her pink painted toenails that could be seen peeking out from her sandals. He moved his gaze up her legs—long, smooth, and cream-colored legs that had his body tightening. She wore a denim skirt, one that wasn’t like the cunt-showing mini ones the bitches who hung out at the club wore.
    Wide, luscious hips, a nice belly that was flat, but rounded … womanly, greeted him as he kept checking her out. He was making no point in trying to hide what he was doing.
    When he reached her huge, clearly natural breasts, his cock decided to jerk to attention.
    But it was when he looked into her face that his heart picked up. Her red hair was in long waves over her shoulders, and her wide green eyes showed concern. Her face was delicate in features, but her lips were full, pouty, and pink.
    She was fucking gorgeous … but who was she and why was she at the club? He’d never seen her before.
    She was looking at his hand, and it was then he realized blood was making a small