Reign (Sin City Outlaws #1)

by M. N. Forgy

  Lifting from the bed, he darts to the floor, grabbing his wallet from his jeans. He pulls out a strip of condoms, tearing one off with his teeth. Sheathing one on, he positions himself between my legs again. My hands pull at his back, wanting his body flush with mine.

  Dipping his head, he sucks my nipple into his mouth, and my body arches into him on contact. His wet, warm mouth on my bud causes a wave of pleasure to ripple through my limbs.

  “I love your tits,” he mutters, sitting up. “And your ass.” He gives the side of my ass a vicious slap, the burn racing along my skin. The sound echoes in the room, but strangely it doesn’t hurt as much as I’d thought it would.

  Fisting his cock, he lowers himself. I suck in a breath, preparing myself.

  He positions the head at my opening and I tense, closing my eyes.

  “Relax,” he whispers against my lips. “It’s going to feel so damn good, I promise.” My breathing is sporadic, my body trembling. I’m trying to relax, but I just can’t.

  “I’ll go slow,” he murmurs, his mouth brushing against mine. My eyes open and fixate on his as he pushes the head of his cock into me, and my hands fly to his back. I inhale loudly, my mouth widening as he slowly pushes inside of me, inch by inch. It burns yet feels so good at the same time. His thickness stretches me, the length hitting as deep as possible. My nails dig into the back of his arms as he buries himself to the hilt. I feel full, the pain lessening to the pleasure–barely.

  “Jesus Christ,” he grunts, his words sounding like he’s in pain. He stalls, and my heart stammers.

  “What? What’s wrong?” Oh, my God, did the condom break?

  His breathing becomes harsh, his forehead lined with tension.

  “I don’t think I’ll last long,” he confesses. “Your pussy is so tight it’s fucking choking my cock.” He pulls out, and my back arches as my eyes roll. The head of his dick hitting something just right, I gasp for air.

  “I said I’d go slow, but I lied. There’s no way I can go slow when it feels this damn good.”

  At that, he grunts, picking up the pace. His back muscles flex and roll beneath my fingers as he thrusts in and out of me.

  My hands roam over the cement-like muscle that makes up his back, until I reach the cheeks of his ass. They’re so firm, tensing with every push of his hips.

  A tide of familiar warmth envelopes my body, and I curl my toes. My body loosens, and I’m getting lost in the rhythm our bodies are creating together. My hips begin to meet his, riding the wave of euphoria.

  “Shit, Jillian,” he groans, our bodies in sync with each other. Greedy hands palm my breast and my left ass cheek, his thrusts becoming more predominant.

  I moan in response, my words coming out incoherent and not making any sense. He drives into me harder, and a spark ignites. I moan loudly, and I mean loudly. I crash my mouth down onto his shoulder, trying to stifle the embarrassing sounds leaving my mouth as my body falls into bliss, succumbing to everything Zeek is offering. Stars burst behind my eyelids, and my body tenses from the intense orgasm wracking through my every limb.

  Zeek groans, his face falling into the crook of my neck as he comes seconds later.

  Our sweaty bodies still, loud panting filling the room.

  “Shit,” Zeek states, the word breathy. I nod, my body feeling like mush. Slowly, he pulls from me, my body feeling empty and cold at his departure. Goosebumps race up my spine in spite of the sweat dripping from my skin. He rolls over, his hand swiping his hair from his sweaty forehead. I flip onto my chest, resting my head on both of my arms, and glance at him. He’s facing the ceiling, trying to catch his breath.

  We lie like that in silence, our bodies and minds exhausted. My eyes droop, and my breathing finally evens out. I’ve never had an orgasm before today. I’ve tried numerous times, yet Zeek gave me two in one day. I think he awoke a sex-craved princess in me... ‘cause I want more.

  ***

  “Wake up, Jillian.” Hot breath accompanies the whisper against the back of my head, weight pressing into the back of my calves. My eyes lazily open, and I find Zeek sitting on his haunches, his cock freestanding and ready for more. The room is dark, yet still light enough for me to make out Zeek. My body responds instantly; my nipples harden, and my sex beads with wetness. Feeling a little more comfortable with my body around Zeek—and half-asleep—I push myself up with my hands, pressing my ass to him.

  “That’s my girl,” he groans, palming the mounds of my ass cheeks. He bends down, grabbing the condoms off the floor. After he puts one on, he places one hand on the small of my back, the other on the base of his cock. He settles himself between my wet lips, the soreness from before immediately forgotten, my sex throbbing to have him again. Butterflies swarm in my stomach in anticipation. Pressing himself in, he thrusts forward without haste. His pace is harder than before, but perfect. I grasp the sheets as he nearly pulls all the way out before driving right back into me. I gasp as my body rocks back and forth. My headboard slams into the wall, the legs of it screeching against the hardwood floor. He’s hitting me just right, my body buzzing with pleasure already. His chest hovers over me, his hand grasping my tit firmly. I hiss and begin to meet his thrusts. He growls in my ear, his teeth scraping along the outer shell. He seems to like it when my body becomes in sync with his.

  His hands leave my breast and fist my hair roughly. Slowly, he turns my head and his mouth captures mine, seizing the breath from my lungs. He licks my tongue, and his lips suck and take whatever I have to offer. I know without a doubt he’s marking my soul. My body responds to him in a way I can’t comprehend. My mind, once made to believe he was the bad guy, is not so sure anymore. People with common sense fear the Outlaws. They lock their doors at night, and they look in a room before entering. Me? I take one to bed, willingly. And I’d do it over and over again if it means I get to see him naked every day.

  His body shudders, a roar leaving his lips and filling my mouth. Hearing him come undone, feeling his heart pound against my back, throws my body over the edge. Clenching my eyes shut, I cry out with pleasure, my body winding up so tight until my arms give out, causing us to fall into the mattress. Zeek drives into me one more time, not wanting it to end.

  His breath wisps into my hair, his chest hard and sticky against my back.

  “I can’t get enough of you, Jillian. I’ve fucked you twice and my dick is still insatiable.”

  I half laugh, my heart racing in my chest before falling into a deep sleep once again.

  EIGHT

  ZEEK

  A tickle on my foot causes me to jerk awake.

  “Meow.”

  Sitting up straight, the cat from Hell is sitting at the foot of the bed staring at me with its devil eyes. He’s licking his lips, his tail flicking back and forth. My mother told me and Lip growing up that black cats are bad luck, that they bring evil energy. So to say I grew up a little… nervous around them is accurate.

  I kick my foot, and it turns and jumps off the bed.

  “Fucking cat.”

  I turn my head to see if I woke Jillian; she’s sound asleep, lying on her chest. Her hair is messed up in the sexiest way possible, and her mouth is open.

  I stayed the night. I’ve never stayed the night at a chick’s house before. What the fuck?

  Closing my eyes, images of her play in my mind. Bringing her to ecstasy was erotic, the little gasps and uncontrolled moans bringing me to my knees. She’s unlike any girl I’ve been with, and it scares the fucking shit out of me. If the club found out about her, they’d kill her for sure, then me.

  It’s selfish of me to be here, but where she’s concerned… I’m greedy. If I had any balls, I’d leave and never come back. Save what little pieces of her heart I haven’t taken hostage.

  “Mmm. Hey there,” she groans, her voice muffled with sleep.

  “Hey.” I sit back, pulling the sheet to cover my dick, which is getting hard just from hearing her voice.

  This is awkward. What do peop
le do after they wake up from fucking all night? With the club bunnies, I usually just got up and left, or kicked them out. My instincts are telling me to leave right now.

  “Are you hungry or anything?” she whispers, her hair falling in her face. Food. That would have been the thing to do, make her breakfast in bed or some shit. My head throbs; I am so out of my league here. Ooh, donuts. I brought donuts last night.

  Getting off the bed, I cup my junk with one hand and step into the other room, grabbing the box of donuts. On the way back, I pass the voodoo cat eating one that must have fallen on the floor.

  “I got breakfast covered.” I smirk, setting the box at the end of the bed. When I got them, I meant to be a smartass. I didn’t account for the idea that she might actually like donuts, or that they’d help save the awkwardness of waking up the next morning after a night full of fucking.

  Sitting up, her tits come into view. My dick strains against my palm instantly. Sitting on the bed, I pile the sheets on my never-ending erection. This shit’s painful.

  She opens the box and grabs a sprinkled one.

  “You, eh, like the sprinkled ones, don’t you?”

  Her cheeks flush, she sucks the icing off one of her fingers. Fuck. The way she does that, it has my cock jealous.

  “Yeah, sprinkles are kind of my thing.” She smiles.

  “Why is that?”

  “I dunno. Sprinkles are for winners, I guess.” She laughs. “Plus, who doesn’t like sprinkles?”

  I can imagine some sprinkles on her tits. And licking them off.

  Fuck, that isn’t helping my boner.

  I nod, grabbing a glazed one.

  “Did you always want to be a sheriff?”

  She takes a big bite and nods like it’s a no-brainer.

  “Did you always want to be in a motorcycle club?”

  I stop mid-chew, the turn in conversation making me uncomfortable. I like her, but I have to tread lightly with how much she knows about the club. She knows a lot from my record, but what she doesn’t know may turn her off. What she doesn’t know is what’s going to destroy her innocent soul. It’s why I don’t have one anymore.

  “I mean, I know it runs in your family, but did you ever want to do something else?” My shoulders tense, the thought of telling law enforcement anything besides ‘fuck off’ pounding in the back of my head.

  Everything I’ve done in the last twelve hours is suddenly weighing heavy on my mind. I knew what I was doing, but I continued to fuck Jillian as if I were fucking the betrayal and guilt right out of us both.

  “Not really, no.” I swallow, my whole body tensing. Bitches know better than to ask me shit. I feel uncomfortable, angry that Jillian’s asking.

  “Hmm. Interesting.”

  “Look, we can’t talk about the MC, or my life surrounding it.” I spit it out like it is, and her face snaps to mine, sprinkles sticking to her lips. I’m being a dick, I know, but it’s how it’s gotta be.

  “Um, yeah okay,” she mutters, setting the donut down.

  My phone rings, saving me from the awkwardness I caused.

  Bending down, I pull it from my pants pocket and answer it.

  “Sup?”

  “Brother, where are ya?”

  I look at Jillian. “Out, why? What’s up?”

  “Uncle was looking for you. I think he got wind a cop arrested you yesterday.”

  “Shit,” I hiss. “Alright, I’ll be there in a bit.”

  “Later.”

  Placing my phone down, I grab my clothes and start putting them back on.

  “I gotta go,” I inform her.

  She jerks the sheet to cover her body. This morning took a dive into awkward quickly.

  Pulling my shirt over my head, I grab my cut.

  “I’ll, um, see you around.” My voice comes off unsure. If I’m smart, I won’t come back. If I had a heart, I would never text her again.

  She flips her hair over her shoulder and pins me with brown eyes. “Yeah, okay. Sure.” She smiles.

  Don’t fucking smile, I don’t deserve it.

  I want to say something else, but the best I can do is just get the fuck out of here before I make things worse.

  “Later, Rookie.”

  JILLIAN

  My body is sore, my thighs screaming with overuse. I really hope I don’t have to chase anyone tonight, because I don’t think I could run to the mailbox let alone jump any fences.

  Last night was so amazing, almost too good to be true. Waking up this morning, I think it was too good to be true. Zeek seemed off, like he didn’t know how to get out of here quick enough. Did I let him in too easily? Was he only in it for the chase? I should have played harder to get.

  I let my head hang in my hands, cursing myself for being so weak.

  ZEEK

  Walking into the club, I see a bunch of the guys sitting around the bar, some with orange juice and eggs, and some already dipping into the booze. My Aunt Carola is setting plates of warm food down in front of the guys. Her long, dark hair is pulled up into one of those clippy things. She’s curvy, and not afraid to tell you how it is. A lot of the guys call her the house ma, because she takes care of us all. She is my dad’s sister and has a daughter named Nicoletta, who’s very pretty and has the men falling to their knees for her. She’s my family, so of course I put them all in check real fucking quick.

  “Ah, my favorite nephew decided to grace us with his presence today, yeah?” she smarts, her Italian accent thick. I have a slight accent—or so I’ve been told—but it’s only because I’m around it so much; it’s hard not to pick up. “You look like shit. Where you been?”

  I smirk, sitting down at the bar.

  “Where’s Tinker?” I question. I could use a random fuck; I need to remind myself of where I belong. Maybe then I can get my head out of my ass and stop fucking a sheriff. My dick shrivels just thinking about fucking Tinker after the night I had with Jillian. I rub my palms over my face. What the fuck is wrong with me?

  “How am I supposed to know? She was here earlier.” She places her hand on her hip. “Where did she get that black eye?”

  Spooning in a mouthful of eggs, anger replaces my hunger.

  “I’m going to handle it.”

  “Mm. I’m sure you will, baby.” She pats my arm and walks away.

  Felix sits down next to me, Aunt Carola giving him a plate.

  “Where is Uncle Frank?”

  “I don’t know, haven’t seen him since I called you.”

  Well, if he isn’t here, he must not be that damn worried about me being arrested. I sure as hell ain’t looking for him.

  “I’m going to go change,” I state, pushing my plate forward.

  “You done, hun?”

  “Yeah, it was great. Thanks, Aunt Carola.”

  “You need more. You don’t eat enough.” She grabs my plate and turns toward the kitchen.

  “Aunt Carola, I eat plenty. I’m full.” I chuckle. She is always mothering me, telling me I need to eat more, go to church more.

  She ignores me, walking into the kitchen.

  I head down the hall, knowing I have a clean shirt in one of the rooms. Saves me a trip from going all the way up to my place.

  Stepping into my room, I grab a black Sin City Outlaws shirt from the hanger and pull my cut off.

  “There you are.”

  Glancing over my shoulder, Dolly is standing in the doorway, wearing something slutty as usual, trailing her finger along the doorframe.

  “What?” I respond dryly.

  “You’re usually one of the first ones here in the morning. Where were you?”

  I snort. “Like that’s any of your damn business.” Pulling my shirt over my head, I turn and glare at her. “Why’d you put your hands on Tinker?”

  Her lips purse, trying to hide a devious smile. It pisses me off; her taking control over something she had no damn right to has me seeing red.

  Stepping forward, I grab her arm, jerking her forward to get her at
tention.

  “If you put your hands on another member of this club, you’ll be out, banned. Do you understand?”

  Yanking her arm from my grip, she scowls, her eyes glossing over. “Well, aren’t we the one to take the moral high road.”

  Her gaze flicks to my shoulder and her mouth falls open.

  “Is that a fucking hickey?” Her eyes widen, her nostrils flaring. Looking down, I see a small purple circle. The image of Jillian coming so hard, so delirious with the pleasure my cock was giving her, she tried to hide it by latching her mouth onto my shoulder.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Dolly whispers. She tried to kiss me before, tried to lick and suck on my skin, and I turned all the attention where I needed it most—my dick. Told her I wasn’t about getting that physical or emotional with anyone. I didn’t even give it a second thought with Jillian.

  “Get it straight, Dolly. We fucked. We aren’t lovers, we ain’t shit. I keep having to say this to you, and it’s getting old fast.”

  Swiping my hands through my hair, my eyes bear down on her. “Us fucking doesn’t give you any claim on anything. You will apologize to Tinker, or get the fuck out.” I point to the door, and tears fall from Dolly’s eyes.

  “You’re a fucking asshole.”

  “That’s what I hear.” I side-step her and head down the hall.

  She follows me, yelling at the top of her lungs, “You’re an asshole! What did I do to you, huh? I have done everything you asked for and more!” All the guys stop their chit-chat, and Aunt Carola rolls her eyes.

  Having enough of the drama, I stop and turn toward the bitch. “That’s just it, Dolly, you’re too easy. I need someone with a little more fight, a fucking equal. We had fun. I told you before you crawled into my bed that we were fucking, that was it. You got it twisted in your head that you could… I don’t know, fix me, make me change my mind. That’s on you!” I roar, pointing at her in anger.