Reining Devotion: A Chaotic Rein novel

by Jenner, Haley

  I search her eyes for a lie, for an untruth that will see blood pouring from a handmade cut on her skin, but I see none.

  Leaning forward, I touch my lips to her forehead before letting her go.

  I’m spent. Mentally and physically fucking drained. I could sleep for a hundred years and still be tired, I’m certain of it.

  We only managed to kick everyone out half an hour ago. Every single one of them too scared to leave us for fear they’d never see us again. In the end, I had to turn total cunt and tell them to leave before I used physical violence.

  Jesse and Blake crashed out about an hour before that all went down. They haven’t moved an inch. I just checked on them and they’re snoring like two kids who are comfortable.

  My chest expands in pride. My kids are comfortable. With me. In my fucking house. I’m not an idiot. I know we have a long path ahead of us. One that’ll be filled with bumps and scrapes and hurt feelings. But for tonight, they’re content and warm and safe and I feel like the greatest fucking dad in the world.

  The bathroom door opens and I turn my head on the pillow.

  She’s naked.

  Completely. Fucking. Naked.

  Skin wet.

  Droplets of water racing down her body, tasting her skin in a way I’d kill to do.

  Hair toweled dry, hangs around her shoulders, the ends tickling the hard cut of her nipples.

  “Cami,” I warn, sitting up.

  Legs thrown over the bed, I rest my elbows on my knees, taking in the sight of her before I make her get dressed.

  We can’t. Not tonight. Not after what she’s been through.

  “I’m wet,” she tells me quietly.

  “There’s a towel.” My voice cracks as I speak, and I clear my throat, pointing toward the bathroom.

  A grin slides across her lips that is full of promises I ain’t ready to accept.

  “Not that kinda wet, baby.” Her hand cups her pussy, sliding back and forth. “Wet.”

  Head tipped back, I groan. The sound stripped bare, kinda like my control.

  “I’m desperate.” She steps closer, her hips swaying with a little too much temptation for me to watch.

  I close my eyes.

  “I’m miserable,” she says, kneeling in front of me. “It’s all I can think about. All I want. I’m going crazy.”

  I move to stand.

  “Rocco.” Her hand pushes against my cock. It’s so hard, it’s ready to burst through my jeans. Her words pumping blood to it with every whispered syllable. “Please.”

  I growl, unsure what to say or do.

  “I’m ready,” she promises.

  I move to argue, but her teeth bite into her lip, head shaking to silence me.

  “I need you. I have so much energy coursing through me right now and I need a release. I need to feel you. I need you to touch me. To taste me,” she moans, massaging the crotch of my jeans. “Baby, I’m not just begging, I’m crying for you to fuck me. Love me, Rocco. Show me how hard you love me.”

  “I won’t be able to control—”

  “I don’t want you to,” she cuts me off, unbuckling my belt.

  I make no move to stop her.

  “I don’t want you to be gentle.” She slides my zipper down.

  A soft moan escapes from her lips when she sees the outline of my cock through my boxers.

  “I dreamt about you, about this.”

  “Tell me,” I grit out.

  “You bent me over my bed.”

  “Mm,” I encourage her to continue as her fingertips trace the line of my dick through the material.

  “God,” she groans. “You fucked me so hard, Rocco. So. Hard.”

  I don’t know if she’s talking about her dream or my actual cock right now. Either way, I’m a goner.

  Her two index fingers slide along the waistline of my boxers, teasing me. “You bit my nipples. You slapped my ass, my pussy. Fuck. I came so hard.”

  Boxers pulled down, the heavy weight of my cock falls out, my crown a breath away from her lips.

  “And then I woke up.” She looks up at me, her tongue poking out to brush along the slit of my dick. “And I was so sad. And horny.” She nods, sucking the head of my cock between her beaten up lips. “So fucking horny,” she mumbles.

  Unable to take it any longer, I lift her under her arms. My cock hits her stomach and I step into her, trapping it between the two of us.

  “Challenge fucking accepted.”

  Arms thrown over my shoulders, she kisses my lips.

  Hands gripping her hips, I lift her easily. Like her arms, her legs wrap around me, until every inch of her body is pressed against mine.

  Slamming her back against the closest wall, I grip the base of my cock, my free hand slamming against the wall. She’s pinned between me and the plaster, unable to move.

  I tease the head of my dick against her clit. Over and over again until she’s grinding against me, mewling, begging for me.

  Please, Rocco.

  Fuck me.

  Inside.

  Baby. I can’t take it.

  Oh God.

  Lifting her onto the tip of my cock, I let her balance there.

  She shifts, trying to drop down, but I keep her just out of reach.

  “Tell me you love me.”

  “I love you,” she rushes out at the same time I impale her on my cock.

  Hand over her mouth, I muffle the scream that would shatter my fucking windows.

  I could come right now. My cock throbbing like thunder inside of her. Cracking with the need to split open and spill inside of her.

  “Fuck, Cami.”

  “Yes,” she stutters. “Fuck. Now. Me. Fuck me.”

  Lips attached to her neck, I suck at her skin, grinding my hips, not yet willing to let go of the feel of her pussy clamped down on me.

  I need to be gentle, her ribs are broken, but she seems oblivious to the pain. Too consumed with unadulterated need to know they exist when she has the feel of my cock in her cunt.

  Hands to my shoulders, she pushes herself up and I grin.

  “Greedy, bitch.”

  She laughs. “Fuck me, asshole.”

  Sliding out of her body, she grips me the entire way.

  Just the tip rested inside of her, I pull back from her neck, my eyes meeting hers. “Ready for freedom, baby?”

  “I already am free, now hurry up and claim me.”

  I drive inside her, my thrust so hard the wall shakes.

  She whimpers, a little bit of pain, a whole lotta pleasure.

  I do it again.

  She bites my shoulder and I groan in bliss.

  My thrusts come on quicker and quicker, firing inside of her in a need to bruise her. I want her to know she belongs to me.

  “Yes,” she breathes, head tipping back to expose her neck.

  I bite it, hard enough to leave marks.

  Her pulse quickens under my teeth.

  The sound of our fucking echoes through my room. The wet slide of my cock in her soaking pussy. The short, sharp breaths that we can taste between open lips. A slap of skin. A thundering heartbeat.

  “Rocco,” she screams.

  “Cami, baby,” I choke out. “Grip me harder. Come.”

  She does.

  Violently.

  Her entire body tenses. Locking solid for a full breath before breaking beneath me. Arms stretched outward, her legs tighten against my hips. Her entire body shakes through her orgasm. A savage quake that clamps her pussy walls so tightly, I blow immediately.

  “Fuck. Fuck. Yes. Cami.”

  Coming down from our climax, I drop my lips to hers. Kissing her like I should always be doing.

  Lips separating, she smirks at me. “I think I broke my rib.”

  Twisting from the wall, I drop her to my bed, the softness of the mattress catching a groan of relief from her.

  “I’m so fuckin’ happy right now, beauty,” I confess. “I got you, my kids. I’m just so fuckin’ happy.”
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  I searched for it my whole life. Freedom. Peace. And in the end, that’s what I found.

  My kids, they offered me peace. A place for my heart to rest.

  Camryn, she offered me freedom. A place for my heart to find a home.

  Epilogue

  Rocco

  “Rocco,” she whines, bucking her hips upward trying to escape. “The twins will be home from school soon.”

  “Wife.” I grab her hips, pinning them to our bed roughly. “Shut the fuck up and let me eat your fuckin’ pussy. I’m starved.”

  Rising to her elbows, her blue eyes stare into mine.

  “We’ve been like ships in the night for a week. Let me eat you.”

  “It’s been one night, baby.” She laughs at me.

  “Same difference,” I grumble. “Ever told you I hate night shift?”

  “Once or twice.” She lifts her hips, pushing her pussy into my face.

  Temptress.

  Like I fucking said.

  Bitches. Complains. Still. Needs her cunt licked at least once a day.

  My tongue drags heavily against her clit, resting there for a second before continuing. Her eyes roll backward, head tipped back as she groans loud and long.

  I made her marry me about a month after I shot her shithead ex in the heart. She didn’t put up a fight, hell, she all but raced us down to the courthouse to have it sorted.

  It was small. Zero fanfare. Blake, Jesse, and Parker. Codi and Dominic. That’s it. Our nearest and dearest there to witness the most important thing we’ve ever held. Love.

  Camryn fucking Shay.

  My savior.

  “Suck,” she instructs and I pull back.

  “Who’s eatin’ who here? Let me do my thing.”

  Eyeballing me, she lifts a dark brow. “Like I said, the twins are gonna be home any minute. Prefer them not to walk into your tongue dragging up and down my pussy. I’m trying to come faster.”

  I shrug. “Would serve ‘em right for bargin’ in. I don’t want you to come faster. You’re all wet and dripping for me, I’d happily live down here for hours.”

  She laughs, the sound morphing into a moan as I suck on her clit.

  “I don’t have hours,” she pants. “Yes, keep going. I have to, oh God, don’t stop…”

  I pull away. “You were saying?”

  “You’re evil.” She drops to the bed heavily on an irritated sigh. “I wanna make the twins afternoon tea before I have to run to my OB appointment.”

  I rub the small swell of her stomach with my hand.

  My baby.

  My. Fucking. Baby.

  Growing inside of her.

  Five months along and her belly still hasn’t really popped. It annoys me that she can hide our baby under her work scrubs. I want it to be visible to everyone.

  Back off, I want it to scream. I have a daddy and he’d kill you with his bare hands.

  “Two minutes, Rocco,” she warns. “I have it timed to perfection. You have one hundred and twenty seconds to make me come.”

  I laugh against the smooth line of her pussy. “That ain’t even a challenge, beauty. A finger in your ass, tongue pressed against your clit and you’re done in about five seconds flat.”

  “Confident,” she baits.

  Instead of doing as I threatened, I slide two fingers into her pussy. Gliding in easily with how heady her excitement is. She pushes into my touch, making me press against the rough spot inside her that makes her weep.

  Fingers massaging inside of her, I lift up, kissing along her thigh. Moving up until I find the scattering of scars that have faded into white cords of yesterday, I lick each one, tasting the beauty of her once broken soul.

  She whimpers. Her breaths coming on faster with every tender caress of my tongue.

  “So beautiful.”

  “Rocco,” she cries.

  “Let go, beauty,” I murmur.

  She groans. “Catch me.”

  I growl, knowing she’s close. The walls of her pussy throb around my fingers. Her body stretching out, muscles like granite, readying themselves to shatter.

  Dropping back down to her cunt, I lap at the excitement making her glisten. She shudders. So close. Lips latching onto her clit. I suck. Hard.

  She falls into pieces around me, an orgasm so intense she screams out my name.

  And I do exactly as I promised.

  Mouth still sucking on her clit, hands gripped to her hips hard enough to leave marks, face buried as far into her pussy as I can be… I catch her.

  Not two seconds later, the front door slams open, the sound of two hyperactive teenagers arguing about God knows fucking what echoing through the loft.

  Pulling back reluctantly, I wipe at my mouth and beard, the excess of her orgasm transferring to my hand. She watches me as I lick at my palm, savoring the last of her taste. “Challenge accepted, fought and won, baby.”

  Falling to the bed on a groan, she slams a pillow to her face, screaming into it.

  “You’re gonna have to wait for me to fuck you.”

  Throwing the pillow at me, she frowns. “I fucking know, asshole. I’m going to meet my OB with damp panties. Let’s hope he doesn’t do an internal, I might fucking come.”

  I snarl. “Fuck your sister. She’s not going to this appointment. I’m going. He touches you wrong and you’ll be visitin’ me for conjugal.”

  Her laughter rings out around me. “Baby. You’ve met my OB. She is a fifty-year-old woman.”

  I grumble. “Still.”

  “I love you, but go wash your face and greet your children.”

  “Why do I need to wash my face?” I lick my beard.

  “You gonna kiss your son and daughter’s face with my cum on your lips?”

  “Having kids is a pain in my dick sometimes.”

  “Go.” She kicks at my chest.

  * * *

  “Jesse received an award at school today for his reading.”

  Pride storms through me.

  “It’s no big deal, stop talking about it, Blake.”

  “It is a big fucking deal,” I combat. “Did they give you a certificate or somethin’?”

  He looks at me, pride in his eyes but the nonchalance of a teenage boy dipping his shoulders. “Yeah, but it’s lame.”

  “Not to me, it ain’t. Give it.”

  Twisting his bag to his front, I watch him unzip the backpack without argument. Pulling the small piece of white card from the depths of the bag, he hands it over.

  I can’t stop the smile on my face. My boy is coming leaps and fucking bounds with a solid education. He’s smart, super fucking smart, he just never had anyone invested in him enough to see it.

  Moving toward the fridge, I place it front and center, making sure he knows how fucking proud of him I am. Camryn’s arm slides along my waist and I drop a kiss to the crown of her head, refusing to take my eyes off the fridge.

  “You crying, Cami?”

  I look down at her as she swipes her eyes. “Yes,” she grumbles. “Pregnancy hormones are killing me. Whenever I’m ridiculously happy, my eyes just start leaking.”

  Jesse’s smile is coy.

  “Blake almost got suspended today.”

  “Jesse,” she speaks through her teeth. “We’re celebrating you, not talking about me.”

  “What happened?” I ask stonily, turning Camryn and I to look at her.

  “Some bitch started talking shit about the fact that my mom was a junkie, so I punched her.”

  “Makes sense,” I agree on a nod.

  Camryn tsks. “What your dad means to say, is that you can’t go around punching everyone that offends you, honey. Your dad was the one who taught me not to let my self-worth be affected by someone else’s words.”

  My daughter shrugs, moving to the muffins that Camryn had made earlier today. “Oh, I didn’t care what she said. My mom was a junkie, she was just annoying me.” She takes a bite. “Plus, she needed to know not to disrespect you by telling everyone I did
n’t have a mom.”

  The waterworks. Again. “Oh my God.”

  “Come ‘ere.” I pull my wife into a hug, smiling at the twins in bewilderment.

  Blake comes up behind us, moving into our hug, arms wrapped around the crying pregnant woman in my arms. “Jesse get your ass over here.”

  Lips finding her temple, Jesse’s arms cocoon her even more.

  “Ain’t you guys just the sweetest.” The rough teasing of Parker’s voice has each of our heads turning.

  “I am so in on this hug,” Codi declares, moving toward us at a speed that tells me she’s afraid we’ll break the embrace off before she reaches us. “Parker,” she calls. “You too.”

  “I’m good, Sugar. I’m just gonna take a photo so I can threaten Roc’s man-card every time he tries to beat his chest.”

  His wife snaps her fingers. “Don’t make me threaten you with things you don’t wanna lose.”

  Blake pretends to vomit.

  “Jesus, Aunt Codi,” Jesse grumbles.

  Still. It works and I grin at my brother in triumph as he steps up behind his wife, arms stretched as wide as they’ll go to surround us. “This is weird.”

  “You should be used to it by now,” Camryn, tears having subsided, tells him.

  “It’s not weird. It’s family,” Blake hums, squeezing in tighter.

  Family.

  Codi and Camryn head off a few minutes later, leaving the four of us standing in my kitchen.

  “Girls are gonna meet us for a bit when they’re done, we just need to text them and Dominic where to meet us. We’re celebrating this.” I point to Jesse’s award.

  Parker, reading over the certificate, smiles big. “Right on, nephew.” He pushes his fist against Jesse’s.

  “Can we go see Lila and Mira first?” Blake asks.

  “O’course,” I tell them. “Go change. We’ll head out in five.”

  They race each other to their bedroom. They’ve finally conceded to a renovation to give one another some privacy. Archer has an architect friend who’s working on the plans as we speak.

  “Like this look on you.” Parker’s hand slaps my back.

  “What look?” I turn to him.

  “Proud dad.”

  I bark out a laugh, not willing to deny it. I am a fucking proud dad.