Curtly, Reaper let Lucky off the hook. “Willa can I see that picture again?”
Willa waited until she was standing behind Lucky to answer. “I accidentally deleted it.”
Lucky looked over his shoulder at his wife. “Go on to the house. Tell Jade we won’t be needing her for babysitting this morning.”
Waiting until she was out the door, Lucky gave him a brusque nod toward the kitchen door.
Reaper irately stalked into the living room, set on dealing with Lucky, showering, and then going to Shade for a new phone.
The men kept their silence as they went up the stairs to his room. Lucky went into the room, then turned when Reaper closed the door after them. “I tried to catch up with you yesterday. There’re some—”
“I want you to tell Ginny to marry me,” Reaper said as he folded his arms over his chest.
Lucky’s mouth went slack jawed. “Pardon me?”
“Ginny said she won’t get married without your permission. I want you to tell her to marry me, preferably this morning, if she comes back. Tonight, if she doesn’t.”
“No.” Lucky folded his arms against his chest, mimicking his stance.
“Give her the permission. She won’t marry me if you don’t.”
“Then I don’t know what to tell you. I guess you won’t be getting married anytime soon.”
“She’s pregnant and won’t even tell me she is until you give her permission to marry me!”
“Ginny hasn’t told you she’s pregnant?”
“No.”
“Then how do you know she is?”
“I don’t know ….” Reaper raked his hand through his hair, beginning to pace around the room. “When you give her permission, she’ll tell me. Ginny has convoluted beliefs of living together and marriage. You can’t tell me Lily would have married Shade without your permission. Did you have to ask yourself to marry Willa?”
“Maybe her beliefs aren’t the ones convoluted.”
“You’re seriously telling me no?”
“I’m seriously telling you no,” Lucky said decisively. “Before you place the blame on my shoulders for Ginny not willing to marry you without my approval, or why she hasn’t told you she’s pregnant, you should consider there could be another reason.”
“Like what?” Reaper stopped pacing in front of him.
“Could it possibly be that the root of your problem isn’t with Ginny’s religious views but what’s going on in the bedroom?”
“Huh?” Reaper stared at Lucky, thinking he misheard the brother.
“The sexual problems Ginny and you are having,” Lucky clarified.
Reaper was confused at the direction their conversation had turned. “We don’t have any sexual problems. I’m the father of her child. It wasn’t an immaculate conception.”
“I didn’t think it was.” Lucky relaxed his stance, his voice becoming more understanding. “Ginny wanted to talk to me yesterday for two reason; one I could help her with. She is angry at God on your behalf.”
“Join the club,” Reaper said sarcastically.
“Reaper, Ginny’s faith is very important to her.”
“Were you able to help her?”
“I believe so.”
“What was the other problem? The one you couldn’t help her with?”
Lucky dropped his gaze to his shoes. “Ginny believes her inexperience is the reason she can’t get your … motor running.”
“Huh?”
“Your dick.”
“I know what the fuck you were referring to. My dick is working fine. I don’t understand.”
“She says you don’t let her touch you, which is why she thinks she’s doing it wrong.”
“What in the fuck did you tell her?”
“I suggested she ask some of the women here.”
“You didn’t.”
“Would you have me give her the advice she was searching for?”
“No. Which woman was she going to talk to?”
“None of them. Ginny was afraid they would say they had been with you and she didn’t want that picture in her head.”
“So, who in the fuck did she ask? Willa?”
“She was going to, but I nixed that idea. By the way, you owe me for that one, brother. Miss Adventuresome isn’t Willa’s strong suit.”
Reaper looked heavenward. You just had to screw me over again, didn’t You? he blamed the man upstairs.
“Sex Piston had a slumber party last night. Don’t fucking lie to me that she didn’t tell them I have a problem getting a hard-on.”
“I’ll take that bet for a hundred.”
“You don’t think she did?”
“No. I think it was one of the brothers.”
“What?”
Lucky’s gave him a sympathetic nod. “From my understanding, that was the plan. She wanted a male’s perspective.”
Reaper reached behind his back for his gun, handing it to Lucky.
“Why are you giving me your gun?”
“Who was the one who gave Ginny sex advice?”
“I don’t know. She took off before she told me. I tried to give you a heads-up, but I couldn’t find you.”
“You didn’t think my woman going to one of the brothers to talk about our sex life was worth a phone call?” Reaper shouted in frustration.
“I felt it would be better if I told you in person. You been kinda off the wall lately where Ginny’s concerned.”
“I wonder why! She’s as looney as Daffy Duck on crack.” Reaper raked his hand through his hair in irritation, then dropped his hand when he saw Lucky watching him humorously. “You think I’m joking?” Reaper raised his hand. “See this? She’s making me lose my hair!”
Getting no sympathy, Reaper resumed pacing again.
“What I want to fucking know is how Shade and Rider fucking screwed up their intel on her. I should have been warned! She doesn’t have a lick of common sense, and brother, if she isn’t ADHD, I’ll kiss your fucking ass. If she talks to someone twice, somehow, miraculously, they’re family. She smiles at every man, regardless of age, as if they hung the fucking moon. Do you know how many fucking kids she wants?” Shouting his rants about Ginny, he paced back and forth across the room.
Giving a low cough, Lucky covered his mouth. “No. How many?”
Reaper moved to the end of the room. “You sick?”
Lucky lowered his hand. “No, I’m good.”
Reaper eyed Lucky suspiciously. “You think this is funny?” he roared. “She wants a gazillion kids. Brother, I’m old. I’m getting older the more time I’m around her. The way I’m going, I’ll be bald in two months.”
“I don’t see the problem. Just shave the other half off,” Lucky suggested.
Reaper gave him a pained glance. “I can’t. Ginny runs her hands through my hair. I like it.”
“I offer premarital sessions for parishioners. I can make an appointment.”
“Fuck you. You think I’m going to take martial advice from you? No, thanks. I can’t fit in those leather pants, and I am for fucking sure not pretending to be a fucking pirate.”