Reign Over Me (The Covenant Book 1)

by Gwendolyn Casey

  I leaned back on the table and wrapped my legs around him. I moaned and pushed myself against him. He was already balls deep, but I needed more, so much more. As if to torture me, he leaned forward and pushed my shirt and bra over my tits. He then proceeded to suckle each one roughly.

  "Please, Jacob. I need you to fuck me," I begged.

  He tongued my left breast one last time before lifting up. "So, watching me fight gets you wet, huh?"

  I gripped his biceps trying to get him to move inside me but he would not budge. I only managed to wiggle against him. "Yes, now please."

  He reached between us and gently played with my clit. "Tell me why."

  "Ugh, Rem!"

  "Come on, babe. Tell me why a college educated feminist would cream at the sight of her man fighting." His touch remained light and teasing.

  Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. "I want your baby."

  He froze. "What?"

  "Ugh, it’s hard to explain. It’s like watching you fight shows me how strong you are and it turns me into a cavewoman." He furrowed his brow. "I want the strongest male to mate with so he will protect me and our babies. And watching you just now, my body has chosen you. All I can think about is taking you inside me and keeping a part of you there."

  Rem still didn't move. "You want to have my kid?"

  I shook my head back and forth. "Don't freak out, Rem. I'm not trying to trap you. I'm on birth control."

  "Shut the fuck up." He grabbed my hair and brought my head off the table to look at him. "Do you want my baby?"

  The way he was looking at me was intense and feral. I wasn't sure how to answer at first but decided to be honest. "Yes, Jacob. I want—"

  His lips cut of the rest of my confession.

  His lips were ferocious and consuming as he kissed me, and, I swore I felt him grow bigger inside me. Coming up on one elbow, I reached up to grip his neck and pushed my mouth harder against his, letting our tongues duel.

  Rem broke the kiss and pushed me back down on the table. He grabbed my hips and started thrusting like a madman. He was hitting that spot perfectly, and it only took a few seconds until I was spiraling into an orgasm. "Oh God. Yes, Rem."

  But he didn't let up. He kept going hard and fast so that the orgasm seemed to go on and on. "Jesus, Rem, please," I begged, but his face was a mask of determination. All I could do was lie there and take it. My body was his to use, and the thought only made me hotter.

  After several minutes of this relentless rhythm and another orgasm, he suddenly stopped and picked me up off the table.

  "What—"

  "I need to be deeper,” Rem said as he put me on my hands and knees in the grass next to the table. He was inside me again in an instant and started pounding into me brutally.

  Oh, yeah, Catwoman purred. This is what I need. Rem was powerful and strong, and he had every inch of that big cock inside me. He dominated me in every way, and I loved it. The pleasure of his thrusting combined with the hard grip on my hips and the caveman grunts he made all managed to push me over the edge into another bone-shattering climax. I screamed out my release and gripped his pumping shaft as hard as I could.

  I’d never experienced anything so intense. Now I just needed one more thing to make it perfect.

  Rem continued to fuck me like a beast. I looked over my shoulder at him and licked my lips. "Rem, I want your cum." I arched my back and whimpered. "Please, Rem, I need it."

  "Fuck, baby girl. Keep begging for it." His voice was pure gravel.

  I smiled to myself. He may be the dominant one, but I had my own power. "Please, I want it so much. I need to feel your warm seed flood my womb."

  At that, his thrusts went even deeper. I cringed as he hit my cervix. "That's it, Rem. fuck your kid into me."

  "Fuck." He held my body to him as he exploded inside me. I flexed my inner muscles to milk every drop. My body delighted at the thought of a little boy with Rem's face. Rationally I knew there was no chance of actually falling pregnant, but it was fun to fantasize.

  I laid in the grass daydreaming when I felt Rem pick me up bridal style. His shirt was still off, but he closed his jeans.

  I was a mess with my shirt pushed up, dirt on my knees, and cum falling out of me. But I didn't care. Rem did this to me, and he could do it again and again and again.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Rem

  She leaned into my neck as I walked toward the clubhouse. I took the backdoor so no one would see Isabel in her current state. She looked like an assault victim. I felt a little bad that I was so rough, but to be fair she started it. All the talk about having my baby sent me into some kind of frenzy. It turned me on as if I was injected with a vial of pure lust laced with cocaine. It felt amazing.

  I laid her in our bed and proceeded to take off the remainder of her clothes. I was going to have to take her shopping soon seeing how her clothes did not stand up to my hunger.

  She kept her eyes closed as I got her under the covers.

  I got in the shower. I stood under the spray not moving for a while. All I could I think about was Isabel’s words and how they affected me. I’d never thought about being a father. Having sex, I knew there was the possibility, but I was always careful. The thought of getting a Heart or one of the hang-arounds pregnant was scary. They would make terrible mothers and make my life hell.

  Isabel was different though. She would be a good mother. And while we never actually discussed it, I was sure she wanted a family. So, if we were going to be together for the long haul then I’d better be sure that I wanted one, too.

  I finally reached for the shampoo after a few minutes of just staring at the shower wall. The sweat was washed from my body, and I cleaned blood off my knuckles. I smiled. I knew I was going to fight someone tonight. But damn, it was worth it. Who knew my old lady would get wet over a fight?

  As I finished up, I realized that I didn’t know the first thing about kids except that I liked them.

  Lord knows my mother would be happy to have grandchildren. Too bad my own dad was a poor example of a father. However, men become fathers every day without running away.

  What if I am weak like him? The man had no loyalty to anyone. The wounds he’d inflicted on me and the club still lingered. That was why I wouldn’t have closure until I made him pay. Now, with Vincent’s help, that day would be soon.

  After everything was clean, I stepped out and wrapped a towel around my waist. The bathroom light shone into the darkened room where Isabel was sleeping. I leaned in the doorway, looking at her.

  I suddenly saw her pregnant in my mind. Her belly rounded with my son, her breasts swollen with milk. The image made my dick stand at attention. It knew planting my child inside Isabel would tie her to me more than any brand or property patch. And I wanted that more than anything.

  I made my way over to the bed. I could sleep now that I’d made my decision. We would wait until my dad was dealt with and this thing with her uncle was over. Then it would be my mission to knock her up.

  I climbed into the bed and pulled her to me. She giggled when I nudged my hardening cock against her.

  “Again?”

  “Again,” I growled.

  ****

  The next few days I walked around with a small smile on my face.

  I tried to hide it when I was around the brothers. The last thing I needed was the guys thinking I’d gone soft. As a one-percenter, it was not safe to assume that you would have anything close to a normal life. While most of us would say we were content as bachelors, the truth was that we were all looking for an old lady. The problem was that the good ones were rare. After meeting so many women in the life, I’d given up hope that it would happen for me.

  Now here she was, in my life and in my bed. Pure, beautiful, and sweet. She was more than a piece of shit like me deserved.

  Now that I had her, I could think about a future. And ever since I started, I couldn’t seem to stop. I managed a few hours of work and club business each
day, but every other waking moment was about her. I was either with her or thinking about her.

  In fact, I was so distracted that the phone call I received on Tuesday knocked me on my love-drugged ass.

  After Jordan had done his work on the file from Vincent, we reached out to a couple contacts for assistance.

  I was in my office when my phone buzzed. The caller ID said it was Drake, one of our FBI contacts. “Hey,” I answered.

  “I got a lead on David Neltwith. The Minneapolis police department just released him after a twenty-four hour hold.”

  I sat up a little straighter. This was the man we were looking for. “What was the hold for?” I asked.

  “Drug charges, but they don’t have enough to make them stick.”

  “Text me the address.”

  “Got it,” he said, and I hung up the phone.

  I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my eyes.

  This news should have been a relief. After several years of searching, I finally had a lead that could end my self-appointed mission for the club. I had been looking forward to an opportunity like this, and yet, I didn’t want to go. Not only would it be time away from Isabel, but it also meant digging further into the past.

  Regardless of how I felt about it now, it needed to be done. I cracked my knuckles and texted Jordan. We had to make a plan.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Isabel

  Rem, Jordan, and Hawk left Tuesday night for a run. I’d come to learn that these “runs” where random and I could never expect Rem to give me a schedule. At first, it had bothered my control-freak sensibility, but I learned to think of him as firefighter. If the bell rang, he had to go. Even though, I was sure the mission wasn’t saving lives.

  He said he would be gone for a few days. On the second evening, I was bored as hell so I went looking for some distraction.

  I found Amy at the picnic tables outside.

  “Hey,” I said as I sat down next to her. She had been texting but quickly put her phone away.

  “Who were you texting?”

  “No one,” she said a little too quickly.

  “Come on. Is it a guy? Maybe a guy outside the club?”

  “Maybe.” She blushed and looked away.

  “Well, tell me about him,” I said, excited to have something new to talk about.

  She shook her head. “Not yet. I’m not sure if it will go anywhere so I don’t want to make a big deal out of it.”

  I shrugged. “Okay.” I was a little hurt that she didn’t want to involve me, but she obviously wanted to keep some things private.

  “So if we’re not going to gush about boys, do you want to come to the grocery store with me?” I asked. Rem had given me permission to leave the compound as long as a patched member escorted me. It still chafed that I needed his permission for everything. It felt demeaning sometimes, but I knew, in this case, it was for my protection.

  “Sure.” Her mouth said “sure”, but her body did a weird slouching thing, as if going with me was depressing.

  “I won’t be mad if you don’t want to,” I offered. This conversation was getting weird.

  “No, I want to go,” she said but still didn’t look at me.

  “Is something wrong?” I asked, unconvinced. “You’ve been acting a little down lately.”

  “No, nothing’s wrong.” She sat up a little straighter, but I kept staring at her because I was sick of playing this game.

  She slumped again under the pressure of my gaze. “I’m just trying to figure out my life, I guess.”

  I nodded. “Are you thinking of leaving the Aces? Or do you want a new job?”

  “I don’t know.” Amy had probably realized that being a Heart was not a career. And I imagined casual sex could get old after a while.

  “Maybe if you talk to Greyson about it he can find you something. Or maybe he can help pay for you to go back to school.”

  She just stared forward. “Yeah. Maybe.”

  I decided to stay silent after that since my suggestions didn’t seem to be working.

  After a minute, she looked at me as if she forgot I was there. “I’m sorry. Maybe I just need to stop thinking about it. How about we see a movie before going to the store?”

  “Yeah.” That sounded like fun since I hadn’t been to the movies in a couple months.

  Duncan went to the movie with us. Of course, he complained the entire time at the store. I felt like one of those mothers with a fussy child. Instead of handing him a toy, I pointed out how cute the checkout girl was, and Duncan promptly left us alone to investigate her age.

  After the grocery store, we came back to the clubhouse to find Max and Donny at the bar. Mac was drinking a beer while Donny spoke on the phone.

  By the time we were done unpacking the groceries, Donny was off the phone and complaining. “I swear, what did I do to deserve twin daughters?”

  “Rough day?” I inquired. I went behind the bar, grabbing myself a Coke and Duncan a beer. Amy went up the stairs without a goodbye.

  “Both the girls are failing math so we said they couldn’t go to the Potato Festival this weekend. Now they are acting like little nightmares.”

  “And you are hiding out here while Lydia deals with them, right?” Max said, trying to shame his friend.

  “Lydia told me to stay away,” Donny said. “She knows I cave whenever there are tears.”

  I gave him a sympathetic smile and asked, “What’s the Potato Festival?”

  “It’s Clayton’s town fair that they have every summer,” Max explained. “There is a carnival and events all weekend.”

  Max didn’t seem enthusiastic, but I was loving the idea of a carnival, something fun to do that didn’t involve sex or drinking. “Do you think I could go?”

  “You know I don’t make that decision. Convince your old man.” He took his beer and headed toward the stairs.

  Duncan slid in front of me. “If Rem won’t take you, I will.”

  I just rolled my eyes because we both knew that wasn’t going to happen.

  “Do you have a death wish?” Donny said to Duncan.

  I headed for the stairs as they started arguing about Duncan’s ability to fight Rem.

  “Goodnight, boys.” I had a Kindle calling my name.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Rem

  “Is our guest settled in?” I asked Jordan on my way into the clubhouse. We’d been back in town a couple hours, but I’d had some errands to run after we dropped off the package.

  “He is ready when you are,” Jordan said.

  “Twenty-three hundred?”

  “Sounds good.”

  He went on his way toward the warehouse, and I headed inside the clubhouse.

  Amy spotted me first when I came into the clubroom. “Hey, there.” She smiled and walked toward me.

  “Hey,” I nodded. “Where’s my girl?”

  Amy stopped mid step and then looked around. “Um, I think she is in the kitchen.”

  “Thanks.”

  Isabel was facing the counter with her headphones on. I snuck up on her and leaned in to hear the song she was singing. I think it was “My Old Man” by Joni Mitchell. I stood for a few moments to listen to her sing. She wasn’t bad. Her voice was light and sweet.

  When the song ended, I pulled her back against me quickly. She let out a little scream and tore her headphones out.

  “Jesus, Rem!”

  I didn’t give her a chance to talk any more. I put my mouth on hers and kissed her with all the pent-up frustration I’d felt the last few days. We accomplished our mission, but this type of work was always stressful. I missed her so much that my dick was solid steel. I grabbed her ass and pulled her against me, letting her feel the hardness.

  She gasped into my mouth. “Take me upstairs, Rem.”

  I lifted her so her legs wrapped around my middle, and I carried her to the stairs, making out the whole time. There were catcalls and “fucking honeymooners” on our way, but nothing cou
ld distract me from getting inside my woman as soon as possible.

  We spent the next six hours in bed, making love and talking. Well, she did most of the talking. She told me about all the things that happened while I was away including her conversation with Amy about the future. I’d have to remember to mention that to Greyson.

  She also asked if we could go to the Potato Festival this weekend.

  “That is for families with kids,” I said.

  “What? Are you saying you’ve never gone?”

  “Why would I? It’s a carnival with kiddy ride and games.”

  “So you’re too mature for popping balloons with darts?” she asked, a flirty little smile on her face.

  “Yep.” I smirked.

  “I heard there is a street dance with a band. Maybe we’ll get to slow dance. Can we go please?” She said, making her lips into a sexy little pout.

  When I didn’t say anything she rolled onto her back. “I suppose I’ll have to go with Duncan then.”

  I sat up and looked down at her. “What?”

  “He invited me a few days ago, but I assured him that you would want to take me to the festival.” She bit her lip to hide the smile.

  Little vixen. After that, Isabel experienced my jealous side. She wouldn’t be able to sit for a few days, I’m sure. Only after she swore never to try to make me jealous again, did I agree to take her to the festival. It might be fun.

  ****

  I left Isabel around midnight. I let her pass out after our third fuck. Her eyes didn’t open after her orgasm, which was my indication that she was tapped.

  I made my way to the warehouse and found Jordan waiting for me outside. “What took you so long?” he grumbled.

  “Can’t a man say hi to his woman?”

  “And that takes six hours?”

  “Yeah, to do it properly.” I smirked as I opened the door and let him go first.

  We headed toward the back where everything had been set up before we got there. Walls of plastic hung down to create a corner room. Even the floor had a plastic drop sheet. In the center was an unconscious man tied to a chair.