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

puddle on the floor.
    “Fuck,” he said and curled his hand into a fist. That had a shooting pain radiating up his arm.
    “Let me see.” She pulled it closer to her, leaned down, and he got a whiff of her hair. “Don’t clench like that. You’re making it worse.” Her voice was sweet, gentle, and he felt this warmth move through him.
    He could have groaned right then and there from the saccharine, flora scent that slammed into him.
    “That looks really bad,” she said and crouched beside him. She set the papers she’d been holding on the ground, and before he knew what she was doing she grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer. Reaper was transfixed at the way she was focused on his cut—as if she was so concerned it made her genuinely react.
    She is sincerely concerned. I can see it in her face.
    “Come on, I’ll help clean it up, although it might need stitches.” She lifted her eyes to him, and he was mesmerized by the vibrant green color.
    “I’ll live.” He watched her lick her lips. “What’s your name?” he found himself asking.
    “Catherine, but everyone just calls me Cat.”
    That name seemed to fit her perfectly, especially her gorgeous animal-like eyes.
    “And your name?” she asked with a smile.
    “Reaper.”
    “Not the best way to first meet someone,” she said, that smile still on her face. “But it is what it is. Come on.”
    He let her lead him out of the bar area and to the small bathroom off of the main floor. She rummaged under the sink, couldn’t find whatever she was looking for, and let out a huff of breath. She placed her hands on her hips and looked around.
    “I know you guys have to own a first aid kit.” She eyed his hand again. “Being an MC I assume you tend to your own wounds.”
    Who was this woman?
    “Who are you?” he asked, knowing what her name was, but not what he wanted to know again. He also took note of his voice. It was low, deep, and his need for her was unlike anything he’d ever felt.
    “She’s my baby sister.” The deep voice behind him had Reaper tensing. He looked over his shoulder to see Smalls glaring at him. Grim was walking up, too, clearly wanting to know what the fuck was going on. When he reached the doorway and looked over Smalls’ shoulder, Reaper could see the instant desire on his twin’s face.
    They had the same needs and desires … always.
    Yeah, judging by the look on Smalls’ face, he was pretty protective of Cat.
    Reaper couldn’t blame him, but it also didn’t deter him from wanting to know more about her.
    And he sure as fuck would.

16
    A couple of months later
    V icky lay on the couch with a bowl of chips resting beside her. She took a chip, watching a cartoon. Payne had left five hours ago, and hadn’t come back since. She didn’t have a clue what to do, and she couldn’t get her ass up without some help. Stuck on the sofa, the tears were a pain today. The last thing she wanted to do was cry, but she couldn’t move.
    The phone rang, and she had it resting beside her.
    “Hello,” she said.
    “What’s wrong?” Clara asked.
    “Why does there have to be anything wrong?” Vicky asked.
    “I know you, sweetie. You sound so sad.”
    “My stomach is like a large balloon in front of me. I can’t see my feet or my pussy. I’m laid on the couch because I can’t move. Oh, and my source of entertainment? My stomach every now and then pushes my bowl of chips up.”
    “Do you want me to come over there and help?”
    “Yes, please, if only for some company.”
    “I’m on my way.”
    Disconnecting the phone, she blew out a breath. The strain on her bladder was making it really uncomfortable, and she knew it was only going to get worse. She had a couple of months to go, and either she was just a big grower in the pregnancy department, or Payne produced huge babies.
    She had a feeling it was the latter.
    Seconds passed, and then minutes. She was seriously going to pee herself, but lying and relaxing sounded so nice.