REIGN: A Motorcycle Club Romance Novel Page 16

  She panted, eyes closed tight, mouth open, until she felt him slam into her hard enough to rock her body forward, and like a key turning in a lock she came, his fingers pinching her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body as her muscles rippled and gave in blissful release.

  Reign felt her pussy clench violently around his cock, felt the flow of warm juices spilling forth from her, bathing his cock as he plunged into her again, holding her tight to him, feeling the head of his cock being massaged by her vibrating cunt. With a groan he felt his balls churn and the deep satisfaction of his cum spilling into her, filling her womb with sticky, warm seed.

  His body shuddered against her as he came for what felt like forever, her pussy milking the cum from his cock, each spurt of his seed hitting her rippling walls, mixing with her juices, filling her. The sound of her moaning through her climax only made it better for him, only made each twitching release seem to last and last.

  His teeth bit down on the soft flesh of her shoulder, one hand clutching her breast, pulling her close to him, while the other rubbed gently at her clit. It was too soon when he felt the last of his cum burst from his shaft, and the gradual softening of his cock began.

  He stayed inside her as long as he could, eyes closed, the feel of her pussy still gently contracting a warm glow of pleasure. Finally, he slid from her, the cold water shocking in comparison to her heat. He didn’t pull away until she shook and her knees seemed to buckle. Then, he released her, only to feel her clutch him against her, Gabriella’s hands desperate and hungry on his back. Sweaty, overheated, they stood in the water, which could never have been cold enough to put out the flames between them.

  ~ 22 ~

  Silas’ plan was convoluted, but to him it seemed easy as pie. He assumed – from snippets of overheard conversation – that little Gabriella was planning on ditching Ditcher’s Valley in short order. He’d already convinced dear Jeremy to wait until the right moment to strike – a hard task, to be sure, but one he’d handled with admiral tact.

  It was a good plan. Not a perfect plan, but then again there was no such thing as a perfect plan. Silas had been down enough roads to learn that. Like that rap song said, you can plan a pretty picnic but you can’t predict the weather.

  But all Silas had to do was be patient, be alert, be cautious, and be smart. And he already was all those things. Even if he couldn’t pull it all off, chances of his own demise being a part of the catastrophe that would ensue were slim. His biggest asset, greatest skill, was the ability to get his ass to safety before it ever felt heat from the flames.

  He might leave a lot of bodies in his wake, and he might end up no richer than he’d started out, but he’d live to work another day. And his was not the sort of industry where you could write a Yelp review. His clients got the references he wanted them to get. As far as anyone could ever know, he’d never even been in Utah.

  A good plan, indeed, Silas thought as he pulled his truck off the highway. They were halfway to Ditcher’s Valley. He wanted a milkshake and a hamburger.

  “Where are you going?” His passenger demanded.

  “Hungry,” Silas said gruffly, not in the mood for conversation.

  “I’m not paying you to stuff your gob,” Jeremy said, matching his tone. Silas shot him a look.

  “We’re in no rush, copper. We have to wait until your little lady leaves on her own. I told you that when we made the deal,” he said.

  “Well, sure, but what if she leaves before…”

  “I’m hungry, and you’re hungry, too. And you better not be so fucking impatient once we get there, son. If you try and sneak off and find her yourself, you’re only gonna find yourself in a world and a half of hurt. I can promise you that, son,” Silas said.

  “I can fucking wait. I’m the one paying you, don’t forget that. And I’m a goddam cop. One wrong move, I make some calls, you’re toast. Don’t underestimate me, prick,” Jeremy shot back.

  Silas didn’t say anything, just pulled into the first drive-thru fast food joint he saw at the end of the highway’s exit ramp. Evidently, Jeremy had moved past fuming and was thinking a little clearer. That wasn’t very good for Silas, but it wasn’t terrible, either. He just wished Jeremy would stay in his little rage bubble.

  He also hoped the girl would leave town tomorrow; the longer they had to wait, the more impatient his client would become. In his plan, the biggest unknown was this volatile man beside him. One wrong step on Jeremy’s part and Silas would have the unfortunate need to kill the guy.

  He didn’t mind killing, he just hated how messy it was. He didn’t need Jeremy to get Gabriella; he could catch her and beat her up himself. It might even be better for Silas if Jeremy wasn’t there to whoosh Gabriella back to Colorado; live bait was always best. But Jeremy still owed him half his fee, and he wanted that money. And he didn’t want to have to wash blood out of any of his stuff. It was so hard to get out.

  ~ 23 ~

  I lay in the backseat of my new car and sighed, one hand resting happily on my stomach, my head on Reign’s still-naked lap, my hair running all over his thighs.

  It was still hot.

  And what we’d been indulging in only made it hotter.

  God, I couldn’t stand to do anything but close my eyes and hum along to the radio. I couldn’t think about anything except the blue sky and my tingling body. I didn’t want to think about the past, and I was even less excited to think about the future.

  Somehow, all my desire to keep heading south had slipped away. I mean, I still knew I had to, but that pulsing drive, that need to get away, my fantasies about life across the border, were gone. Perhaps for good. I hoped not, because if that compulsion to get the hell away from Colorado disappeared, I might never leave.

  I might, foolishly, believe that Reign and his friends really could keep me safe. I might believe any promises he could make, I might believe anything my brain wanted to tell me in order to hold onto this happiness – the first of its kind I’d ever found in my whole long, sorry life.

  Already, as I lay there with my eyes closed, I found myself letting silly nonsense fantasies dance into my head. About having little biker kids, about laying in bed with Reign on lazy Sunday mornings, about setting up a life for myself out here amongst the sage and sand. Silly, silly fantasies that tugged and almost clawed at my brain, demanding attention when I knew that they were impossible.

  Reign was running his hands through my hair, tickling my scalp in the most delicious way imaginable. I felt drunk with oxytocin, giddy and giggly. Reaching up to stroke his broad chest, I let my mouth speak without my mind’s constant commentary.

  “Where are you from?”

  There was a pause; Reign’s hands stilled in my hair. But it was only for a moment.

  “North Carolina,” he said, and his voice hinted at a past he didn’t want to discuss, but which he’d tell me about if I wanted to hear it.

  And, God help me, I did. I wanted to know everything about this stranger who’d opened me up, taken my heart in his hands and squeezed it until it beat again, who’d brought me from the sad state I was in when I arrived in Ditcher’s Valley to this blissful, sun-soaked moment.

  “That’s a long way,” I murmured dreamily.

  “Sure is.”

  “Why’d you come here,” I asked when it became apparent he wasn’t going to answer me. His body stiffened under my back. I realized that I was pressing him; perhaps more than he was comfortable being pressed. Likely, he wanted me to shut up and stop prying and just accept the moment for what it was.

  But I was a student of philosophy, even after all these years, and questions came out of me before I thought twice about asking them. It hadn’t been that way with Jeremy; with Jeremy, usually, the less I knew the better. But now I wasn’t that woman anymore. I was someone new – or, rather, someone old.

  “I had to get out of my house,” was his response, vague as could be. I could see the signs to stop talking clear as daylight. But what
did I do? Did I respect his privacy and move on to other, lighter subjects? Of course not.

  “Why’s that?”

  Another long pause.

  “My father killed my sister,” he finally said, and like a bullet going through me I felt regret and shame and shock and awe, all at once. Good job, Gabriella, you wanted answers? You got them. Now you know. Happy?

  I wasn’t happy. The way he said it…like he was ripping out a piece of himself and handing it to me because I’d told him to. He could have not answered. He could have said he didn’t want to talk about it. But he’d said it, boldly, baldly, putting it out there like he had nothing to lose. Because I’d asked him. And I got the feeling he didn’t want to lie to me, or keep things from me. Well, that had become clear enough as we sat there, both rigid now, suddenly uncomfortable in the heat.

  I leaned forward, sitting upright, our bodies making a smucking sound as they separated. Turning my head towards him, I saw his eyes fixed on me but full of an awful sadness. Full of an awful memory. A great and terrible weight had fallen on the day: everything, from the sky to the sands, seemed pregnant with desolation.

  “That’s what happened,” he said finally, with a short nod of his head, as though I’d called him a liar.

  “That’s horrible,” I whispered. “How old were you?”

  “I was seventeen. She was twelve. He was a bastard,” Reign said, looking away from me with a sharp turn of his neck. He gazed off into the distance. “And I just left. Hopped on my bike and rode away. I left my other sisters and my mother there with him. I haven’t spoken to them since.”

  The silence was as thick as the heat around us.

  “I didn’t go to the funeral,” he said.

  “Well did they…did they get him? Your father? Did they, you know, catch him?”

  Reign shook his head.

  “He lied. My mother, she…she was too afraid to even tell the truth. They said she fell, that they just found her like that at the foot of the stairs. It was a small town. Everyone knew, but no one wanted to talk. I should have. But instead I ran away. Like…”

  Another long pause as his brow furrowed, as though he were looking for the right word, even though I could see that the word he was looking for was well within his grasp. It was a word he knew well.

  “Like a coward.”

  I wanted to shake him and tell him he was wrong, that he wasn’t a coward, just a kid, a scared kid, and that he couldn’t blame himself. It was his father who was to blame, not Reign. Not Reign and not his mother. But something told me other people had said the same to him, with not much result. Still, I had to try.

  “I don’t think so,” I said meekly.

  “I know. No one does.”

  “What was her name?” I asked after another minute of silence had dripped by. Time had slowed to a crawl. I was thinking of Jeremy, and my own family, and Reign as a teenager…

  “Miranda,” he answered quickly. Saying her name hurt him, you could see it in his eyes.

  “I’m sorry, Reign,” I finally whispered, meaning it with all my heart. It killed me to see him looking so haunted. I reached up, touched the mark over my eye, which had faded some but still felt tender to the touch. So that’s why he was so eager to help…

  “Just come here,” he said, and reaching out grabbed my shoulders, pulling me back against him. One arm snaked across my chest and down my stomach, holding me by the waist. His face buried into my wild black hair. I felt his heartbeat against my spine.

  We lay like that for a long time. Billy Joel wondered if his girlfriend was right, if he was crazy. Led Zeppelin offered to give someone a whole lotta love. Paul Simon talked about all the ways you could leave your lover, and Cream basked in the sunshine of someone’s love. And then another tune started. A familiar one. Not familiar in the way all the other songs had been, because everyone knows them and has heard them a million times.

  Familiar to me in a way that could only be described as intimate.

  I didn’t know why, but it struck fear so deep into my heart that I could actually feel the cold sweat as it pushed its way out of my pores. My airways seemed to constrict; I was being strangled! But there were no hands around my neck…I desperately breathed in through my nose, could barely take in enough air to speak. My nails dug into Reign’s thigh as my body stiffened and went rigid, flashes of nightmarish violence bursting in my skull.

  From somewhere that seemed very far away, Reign called my name, shook my shoulders, asked what was wrong, what was wrong. I couldn’t respond. My tongue had swollen, filling my entire mouth.

  Pick up your money,

  pack up your tent,

  you ain’t goin’ nowhere…

  ~ 24 ~

  “Why now? What happened in the car? Jesus, Gabriella, you could at least…” Reign said, his brow furrowed, eyes barely concealing a feverish need for her to take back what she’d said. He’d never told anyone about his sister, except for Honey, and the moment he did, his confidant was ditching him.

  Well that’s what you get, his mind told him. That’s payback for letting Miranda down, for letting them all down, for not protecting them the way you should have. You don’t deserve to have someone like Gabriella.

  But even as his mind told him that, in the least sympathetic of tones, he couldn’t just roll over and give up and let her go – not just yet. Gabriella stood before him, shaking, eyes wide and ready to brim over with tears.

  “I…I don’t know, I can’t explain it, Reign, I don’t know, I just…I have to go. Now, tonight. I can’t…not another…I have to…” Gabriella tripped over her words, her anxiety making each syllable crash into the next. She was shaking all over, her fingers looking like they were power-typing in mid-air.

  After watching her park haphazardly outside her room and dash back and forth with her few belongings, including that signature blue duffel bag, he’d managed to convince her to come to the bar and pick up some food for her trip – she hadn’t eaten since that mega-bacon cheeseburger the night she’d arrived.

  Now, he almost regretted dragging her into the dirty, dingy bar – it wasn’t exactly an ideal location for their goodbye. He didn’t want her to remember him as the guy in the bar who kissed her goodbye while their shoes stuck to the floor and boisterous, hairy men shouted in the background.

  “Please, Gabriella, one more night and I swear, I’ll…”

  “No! Reign, no! No more nights! You…you can….oh, god, I have to go. Come with me,” Gabriella said. The look on her face as she blurted out the last part told him that she was as surprised to be saying it as he was to have heard it. She bit her lip, her eyes falling still for once on his face. He reached out, stroked her arm, and shook his head.

  You can’t, you know you can’t, he thought, visions of his brothers flashing through his head. For some people, the time came to make a choice between their family and their love. For Reign, that time was now; it wasn’t his “real” family, but it was the realest he’d ever known. He wanted to go with Gabriella. Wanted it so hard his teeth felt like they would crack from how hard he was clenching his jaw. He wanted it so hard that he could feel the wanting inside him, the way a heroin addict wants their smack.

  But he couldn’t, and that was the royal bitch of it.

  She nodded, understanding in her eyes, and took a deep breath. Closing her eyes, she seemed to steady herself. His hand lay on her forearm, fingers gently stroking the skin, the warmth where there skin met as comforting and homey as a fireplace roaring in the middle of winter while a storm blew outside. She felt like home, when he touched her.

  And now, with her leaving, he got the idea he’d feel homeless for a long time.

  When Gabriella opened her eyes again, Reign knew that she hadn’t changed her mind – and wouldn’t. He could argue more, try to persuade her to stay, but he’d be wasting his time and hers. Better he accept it, bade her well, make sure she made it to town limits at least. He dropped his head.

  “Okay. I get i
t. But wait, half an hour, please?”

  “Reign, I’m not…I’m not in the mood…” Gabriella said, sounding half ashamed and half frustrated. He had to be a bit amused; she thought he wanted to get one last bone session in before she left? Far from it. If he touched her any more than he was then, he’d have to hang himself after she left.

  “No, I have some things for you. I got them early this morning while you were sleeping. They’ll…they’ll help,” he said. “They’re at my place though. Will you wait for me to come back? Please?”