Reign (Sin City Outlaws #1)

by M. N. Forgy

  “No, just the same old bullshit. A guy shit himself in one of the casinos, and guess who had to get him out of there.” She points to herself. “Then there was a wreck on the main strip, where two men got into a brawl. I got to pepper spray one, so that wasn’t bad.” She smirks. “Then we’ve had to look for some fucktard all day, but didn’t find him. Other than that, yeah, it’s been slow.”

  “Who’s the warrant out for?”

  “Jacob Gentry. Brown hair, green eyes. Six foot, three inches. Has a tattoo of a crow on the back of his right hand.”

  I smirk. “Wow, you remembered all that?” Gentry. That sounds familiar, but I can’t put my finger on it.

  “They only ask us if there are any updates every fucking hour,” Alessandra continues, interrupting my thought.

  “Must’ve done something pretty bad.” I shrug.

  “Two burgers, two shakes.” Margie sets the plates down carelessly and walks away.

  “I ordered for us, since I gotta get back to work here soon.”

  “No problem.” I take a bite of my burger and sigh.

  “You going to give me any details on you and a man I shall not name?”

  I smirk, knowing exactly what she’s talking about.

  “We’re good.”

  Her face goes lax, her hand limp with the burger in it. “Seriously, that’s all I get?”

  Laughing at her reaction, I set my burger down. “He met my mom.”

  “What?!”

  “She walked in on us naked. She didn’t even catch his name, just ran out red-faced.”

  Alessandra spits shake all over her plate, her eyes wide.

  I can’t help but laugh and hand her a napkin.

  “I don’t know what to even say about that.” She laughs. “Your dad, he hasn’t—”

  “No, he knows nothing. I’m not sure I’ll ever tell him.” My brows furrow, my heart hurting that I’m keeping something from him. I’m relieved that Zeek hasn’t pushed about information on my father.

  “Probably the safest option. I can tell you right now he won’t approve.”

  Alessandra looks down at her watch.

  “Shit, I gotta go.”

  Standing, she throws some bills down then points at me. “Next time, I want more details.”

  “Yeah, we’ll see.”

  ZEEK

  I head back to Jillian’s house and find her Jeep gone. I arch a brow, curious where the hell she went, since she’s supposed to be resting.

  Pulling out my phone, I call her, but she doesn’t answer.

  “What the fuck?” Running up to her house, I try to open the door but it’s locked. Something I don’t normally feel runs up my back—fear. What if Frank found out about her? What if he has her?

  I pull out my phone, ready to call her when her Jeep pulls into the drive.

  She jumps out, a gym bag over her shoulder.

  “Where the hell were you?” My voice comes out harsh, my heart still beating wildly.

  She stops in her tracks, her face puzzled.

  “Uh, the gym.”

  “Why? You’re supposed to be resting, not in a damn gym!” I holler.

  The hand holding her bag falls from her shoulder as she rolls her eyes.

  “I don’t need another parent, Zeek. I hate being stuck in the house, so I went for a jog at the gym.”

  She steps up beside me and unlocks the door.

  Throwing her bag in the corner, she starts toward the kitchen. Her attitude is pissing me off. I grab her by the arm, turning her around to face me.

  “You need to take it slow, Jillian. You are going to hurt yourself more by jumping back into something before you are ready. If you think I’m going to sit back while you act like a dumbass and hurt yourself, you’re wrong.”

  She rips her arm from me, a scowl on her face. “You can’t tell me what to do, Zeek.”

  My teeth clench with her tone. I found her telling me no before cute, but this just pisses me off.

  I laugh, palming her jaw gently before fisting her hair, yanking it roughly.

  “That’s where you’re wrong. I do get to tell you what to do, because you’re mine, and I care about you. But more importantly, you want me, so that puts you in the losing position.”

  I pull her face close, my lips next to her ear.

  “If you defy me, I will make your life a living hell,” I whisper.

  She pulls back, her eyes searching mine.

  “Starting with not giving you what your body craves.” I nip at her earlobe. “Me.”

  She rolls her eyes, like I’m being ridiculous. “I’d like to see you last a day. I think you’d cave before I ever would,” she mocks, acting as if she can live without my cock in her for one day.

  “Oh, you wanna call my bluff, sweetheart?” To think she doesn’t want me, it pisses me off.

  One hand fisting her hair, I pull her body to mine. Her eyes go heavy instantly, her nipples hardening against my chest. I affect her severely, but what she doesn’t know is she makes me go mad, as well. My fingers play at the waist of her stretch pants, which fit her body like a glove. My eyes never leave hers, like it’s a game of who can stare the longest. It’s sensual, raw, and a turn-on that has my nuts aching.

  Agonizingly slow, I drop my hand down her pants and find her cute little school girl panties.

  Her chest rises with a large breath as the pads of my fingers rub against the moisture that’s soaking through the fabric. I pull them aside slowly, my index finger grazing her wetness. A soft sigh trembles from her mouth, and it takes all the strength I have not to slam my fingers into her, turning that sigh into a full-out scream of pleasure.

  “Yeah. I think the only one calling bullshit here is me.”

  Her eyes clench, her mouth taking the shape of a perfect ‘o’.

  “You keep your ass here, got it? No more attitude. We’re past that, babe. ”

  She doesn’t reply; my fingers stall in reaction.

  “Yes, okay,” she moans, her body trying to rock against my fingers.

  “Good,” I whisper.

  Grabbing her by the hips, I bend her over the couch.

  “Don’t ever act like you’re too good for my dick, Jillian.” To be honest, I don’t think I could hold out on her. Tease her till she cries, yes. But tell her flat-out no? That would be hurting me more than anything.

  “Hold on,” I warn.

  Her fingers dig into the cushions, her lust-filled eyes looking over her shoulder.

  “This will be fast, baby. All I’ve thought about since I left today was getting back here and sinking my cock as far in you as it can go. I wanna feel every inch of you, inside and out.” I toss my hair from my eyes, wanting to see her face. “I’m going to fuck you like I hate you.” The words come out low and husky, my fingers digging into her hips with force. Deep down, a small piece of me does hate her. I was fine with the way my life was before. I was existing, not knowing what I was missing. Now that I have her, though, I’ll never walk back to that world I was only surviving in, not living. Not without her.

  She tosses her head back and grits her teeth in anticipation. Pulling her pants down to her ankles, I palm her round ass cheeks. They’re so firm, and soft. I give one a small slap, and it ripples from the impact.

  Gritting my teeth, a nasal growl ripples through me. She’s got the perfect ass, and my cock wants in it badly.

  I rub at the soft skin, my fingers grazing her asshole, and she moans. My eyes go wide at her reaction. I didn’t think of her as an ass play kind of woman.

  I give her ass another slap, but on the other cheek. Her fingers clench the couch, a soft sigh rippling through her whole body.

  I massage the growing handprint on her porcelain skin. Letting my hand drift a little lower, I dip my finger between her legs, soaking up her wetness and spreading it up her crack.

  Her legs widen, her mouth popping open as her eyes roll into the back of her head. My cock pulses with excitement; I think my dirty little cop
wants my cock buried deep inside her tight little ass.

  “You like that, baby?” She nods and shoves her face back into the couch cushion. I want to plow through her backdoor, but I know I’ll rip her apart if I do. I have to take it slowly, get her used to it. That’s going to take all the restraint I have.

  I pull my cock out of my pants, shoving my jeans to my boots.

  Fisting my cock, I rub the head of it against her opening.

  “Don’t tease me, please,” she begs.

  “I like it when you beg. Do it again,” I request, my voice throaty.

  “Puh-lease, do it already,” she whines, her eyes heavy.

  Pushing the head of my cock into her wetness, her head whips back, and her body tenses. Jesus Christ, she’s tight as hell. Every time I fuck her, her pussy suffocates my dick into submission.

  The feeling of her warm pussy tight around my cock makes my balls squeeze with satisfaction.

  “Are you a spoiled little brat, Jillian?” My voice is husky as I look down at my length pressing into her pink lips. She doesn’t respond, so I give her ass another slap.

  “Yes, I’m a brat,” she moans. “Just don’t stop.” She arches her ass into me, and both of my hands fly to her waist, digging my fingers into them. Her small body fits perfectly between my hips; it’s so tight and toned, I can’t help but run my hand along her back. I push her shirt up and caress her soft skin, my teeth gritting with satisfaction.

  I thrust the rest of my length into her and grab on to either side of the couch, boxing her in. Her sweet cunt soaks my dick, her hair smelling of flowery shit.

  I drive into her, over and over, the couch screeching against the floor as we move it back and forth.

  “Oh, my God,” she moans, her head lolled against my shoulder. Taking one hand off the couch, I pull her tits out of her top, needing to watch them bounce as I plow into her relentlessly.

  “Harder?” I ask, wanting to unleash more.

  “Yes!” she whimpers, the word making my cock hum with the urge to come.

  Picking up the momentum, I thrust into her harder, and she mewls.

  I fist her hair, pulling her back flush against my chest.

  “I will not let you walk away from me, Jillian.”

  “Oh, God, yes,” she moans, her body coiling tight as her legs widen.

  Knowing she’s there, I push her over the couch and suck on my thumb, getting it wet. I slide my hand down her back, pressing my thumb against the opening of her ass. Her body tenses with the intrusion, but she doesn’t ask me to stop.

  God, I want to slip my dick in there so bad. I dig my fingers into her hip, and clench my eyes shut. The urge to drive into her ass making me go mad.

  I slowly push my thumb in, and she comes. Hard. Slowly, I pump my thumb in and out of her tightness.

  Her body tenses and relaxes, then tenses again. Her pussy strangles my cock, her ass throbbing against my thumb.

  My balls pull like a vise before releasing so much pressure a guttural moan rips from my chest. My head falls back, and a roar spills from my throat.

  I resist pulling out, wanting to fill her with my cum. But I manage to at the last second, and spray little pearls over her ass.

  I pull my thumb from her ass and step back, out of breath, my body covered in sweat. Seeing her bent over the couch, my cum smeared on her perfect little ass, with different shades of my handprint marring her flawless skin? That’s a fucking sight, one for a goddamn Hallmark card, if you ask me.

  “You stuck your finger in my ass,” she pants, hanging over the couch.

  “You liked it,” I mutter, thumbing the bead of cum threatening to spill from my dick. Smirking, I look up and find her staring right at me. Her eyes flash between embarrassment and satisfaction.

  “It’s okay, Jillian. Nothing to be ashamed about. I thought it was hot as fuck to see you come so undone.”

  Her cheeks flush, her gaze dropping to the floor.

  “I did like it. It felt, I don’t know… bad.”

  The corner of my mouth lifts into a smirk. Seeing my good girl going bad, I’m ready to take her again. Bad looks so good on her.

  “Next time, my dick is taking that ass cherry.”

  JILLIAN

  Climbing out of the shower, I wipe the mirror off and look at myself. My hair is wet and curling, the little bruising around my chest from the wreck is starting to turn an ugly yellow hue, but my lip is almost healed.

  ‘That I have someone who’s proud to be by my side. Someone who’s not ashamed of taking me out.’ Sara’s words flash through my head, making me frown into the mirror.

  It’s stupid really, the catty bullshit she pulled. However, that one sentence has seemed to stick with me, bothering me. Will Zeek and I always have to hide? Will he and I only resort to staying at my house for dates?

  The bathroom door opens and Zeek steps in, headed to the toilet. He glances my way before stopping.

  “What’s wrong?”

  I look down at the sink. I didn’t even say anything and he still noticed something is wrong.

  “Why would something be wrong? I’m fine.”

  He widens his stance and crosses his arms. “I may have only known you a short time, but in that time, I have learned when you’re lying.” He grabs my chin gently, forcing me to turn and look at him. “And you’re lying.”

  Swallowing hard, I pull my chin from his grip.

  “It’s stupid.” I shake my head.

  “It isn’t if it’s bothering you.” He rests his elbow on the shower door, looking down at me.

  “I ran into a coworker today. She’s a bitch, and has the IQ of a Barbie, but…” I throw my hand up and roll my eyes. “She’s seeing another deputy in our department, and they went on a date, knowing they could get caught. She might have said something about how they didn’t care if they got caught, that they—”

  “You want me to take you on a date,” Zeek interrupts, lowering his arm, causing his chest to tighten.

  Inhaling a large breath, I look back at the sink. “It’s stupid. I know we can’t.”

  “It is stupid.”

  I risk a glance at him, but can’t read him.

  “We can’t exactly roll up into a theater, because you and I won’t make it out of said theater without being noticed.”

  My chest begins to ache.

  “But I can take you out, we can go somewhere.” His body seems tense, his words so confident. It’s as if he wants to take me out, but is nervous as hell about it.

  “It could get us caught, though.”

  “It could. But if you’re thinking I’m not about taking risks, that this bitch got in your head and made you think you’re not worth that… then you’re mistaken, and I need to prove that to you.”

  Grabbing me by the elbows, he runs his rough hands up and down my arms.

  “Get dressed.”

  He kisses my forehead and steps out.

  My heart races, my body becoming sweaty.

  “Where are we going?”

  “You’ll see. Make sure you wear sneakers, and jeans. Oh, and grab that hoodie you had on the other night, too,” he hollers back.

  SIXTEEN

  JILLIAN

  Stepping outside, Zeek clutches my hand firmly.

  “This way,” he whispers, looking all around. He’s walking fast, and I have to take two steps to his one to keep up. I’m nervous. What if someone sees us together?

  He takes me around the house where his motorcycle comes into view.

  My eyes widen, and my feet slow. I can’t ride that thing.

  “Um, Zeek, we can take my Jeep.”

  Looking over his shoulder, he grins.

  He grabs the helmet off the handlebars, holding it with both hands.

  “Have you ever ridden before?”

  “No.”

  He smiles. “I didn’t think so.”

  “I can’t ride that thing.” I point at the machine, my words getting caught in my throat.

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p; “You can, and you will. You’ll love it.” He places the helmet on my head and laces it tightly.

  Throwing his leg over the seat, he starts it. The engine thunders to life, the exhaust loud and sexy at the same time.

  Looking at the small amount of seat I’m supposed to sit on, I get even more nervous. I could fall off easily.

  Glancing over his shoulder, he eyes me… waiting.

  “Live a little, Rookie,” he baits me, and I can’t help but smile.

  Here goes nothing.

  Awkwardly, I throw my leg over the seat and sit.

  Holding him at the hips, I pull myself up to him closely and put my feet on the back pegs.

  He grabs my hands and pulls them around him, making me hug him.

  “You set?” he asks over his shoulder.

  I nod, and my heart races in fear.

  “Hold on.”

  “Where are we going?” I yell.

  He either ignores me, or doesn’t hear me, because he pulls out onto the street.

  I clench my eyes shut and squeeze my thighs with the fear of falling off or getting hit being too much to think about.

  The bike vibrates beneath me, causing the skin under my thighs to oddly itch. Heat off the exhaust swirls around my ankles, and I set my feet as far out as I can.

  It’s an amazing machine. Very sturdy. Very muscular. Very dangerous.

  A warm hand grabs one of mine, our fingers interlocking. Opening my eyes, he gives them a squeeze. Lights blur past as he takes an on ramp.

  Oh, my God, we’re getting on the freeway!?

  I want to close my eyes, but now I’m too scared to even do that.

  We fly past other vehicles, weaving around one car, then another truck. Lights dance around us, the air warm and dry. I haven’t died so far, so that’s a plus.

  Ten minutes later, we pull off the freeway onto a side road. I’m not squeezing Zeek to death anymore and am actually starting to enjoy the ride.

  It’s freeing. The ride cleared my mind, and actually relaxed me.

  He heads down some dirt road, a bunch of cacti and boulders ahead. Dust and gravel form into a cloud behind us, and I have to squint to keep it out of my eyes.

  Slowing down, he stops and drops the kickstand.

  The moon is shining brightly; I can see every star out here.

  He turns off the bike and looks over his shoulder. Taking my cue, I climb off the bike the same way I got on—awkwardly.