Reign (Sin City Outlaws #1)(13)

“You and that mouth again. I’d put a gag in it but then how would you suck my dick?” I cock my head to the side.

Dolly’s eyes widen.

Scratching the scruff on my chin, my eyes sweep over her legs that fall into red heels effortlessly. Dolly is a looker, but she tries really hard to look as good as she does.

“Regardless of what you tell your friends, you and I are not an item. We f*ck, that’s it.” I wave my finger in between us, my tone serious. Apparently, I need to remind her where we stand. She crosses her arms and looks out the window that faces the back alley.

“If you can’t handle that, then get out and send Tinker in.” I plop on the bed, watching for her reaction. If she leaves, I might actually have a little more respect for her, but I know she won’t. She’s desperate, a stage five clinger. I can ask her to do anything and she’ll do it, and that’s a fact. I almost feel sorry for her.

“No, that’s okay with me.” She blinks quickly as she nods. See, no fight.

She sashays toward me, her hands moving to my knees as she lowers herself to the floor.

Resting my arms behind me, I loll my head back and close my eyes. Her hands fish down my jeans in search of my cock, her fingers wrapping around it like a vise as she slowly slides them up and down.

“Get a condom,” I mutter, my eyes still closed. The dresser drawer opens and closes, and I hear the sound of foil ripping before the thin latex suffocates my dick. Dolly is a slut, and I don’t trust a drop of her fluid near me without a barrier. She acts like she’s loyal, but I hear the guys talk about her, the way she can suck cock like no other girl in the club. However, I don’t expect her to be exclusive, ‘cause I sure as hell ain’t. She’s just convenient.

Lowering my head, my eyes slowly open, her face looking up at me with flushed cheeks. I thumb the apple of her cheek before sliding my hand to the back of her head, pushing her mouth toward my cock roughly. She opens up and swallows the head of my dick, the suction making me hiss with satisfaction. Her teeth scrape my cock, my dick flinching from the sharp sting. My fingers dig into her scalp. “Easy, damn it.”

She bobs, gags, and bobs some more. With each thrust of my hips, my cock pulses with the urge to come. Reaching down, I grab at her tit, my thumb pinching her nipple. She moans and the vibration on my shaft makes me finally come. I drive my hips up hard, chasing the last of my release, and she chokes.

She pulls off me, eyes watery.

“I swear,” she coughs, “your dick gets bigger and bigger every time.”

I smirk, pulling the condom off and tying the end into a knot before sticking it in my pocket. I don’t trust the girls around here, and the last thing I need is someone digging in the trash then trying to claim she’s pregnant with my child.

As I pull up my jeans, Dolly fingers her hair, trying to right herself.

“You know, you might not realize it, Zeek, but you and I are a match in the devil’s game.” I give a wry laugh in response. “Think about it. You killed your dad, tried to kill your brother. I killed both my parents. We’re alone, and nobody trusts us.” She turns around, applying lipstick to her swollen mouth.

My chest breathes fire with her talking as if she knows me. “Get out.” I point at the door, my nostrils flaring.

“I’m just saying that you can try and bounce between these girls, but you and I—”

“Get. The. Fuck. OUT!” I shout, my biceps flexing with anger. Her eyes narrow as she jerks the door open, slamming it behind her.

I gotta stop f*cking with these common bitches.

Sitting back on the bed, trying to calm myself, I run my hands through my hair swiftly. I killed my father, yes. Over the years, the thought has become unsettling. I don’t like to talk about it.

Years went by, and I felt as if Uncle started to slowly take over my club. I needed family here I could trust, someone I could rely on, someone who reminded me I was human and not the f*cking animal my uncle and father raised me to be. So I tried to bring my brother Lip into the Sin City Outlaws. He hated me, but would give it to me straight. I could trust him.

He refused.

When he left here, he got with another motorcycle club and was happy there. He told me my club was savage and didn’t know the meaning of brotherhood. I may have reacted harshly. Bullets went flying, and I ended up killing one of their members. He disrespected me and my colors.

In return, my brother Lip went nuts, shooting me to the point I nearly died. If it weren’t for Felix and Machete getting me out of there, I would have. I know where I stand with Lip now—six feet under. Fuck him.

If I see him again, I’ll be emptying my clip in him.

If my altercation with my brother taught me anything, it proved as clear as day that I am a sinner, and that family, trust, and love are something I will never be capable of or deserve. I’m a killer.

I stand, inhaling deeply. “You’re an outlaw. Fuck ‘em.”





JILLIAN


Sliding into the booth of The Big Blue, I grab a menu. It’s a little dive restaurant that the local law enforcement head to after their shifts to relax. The lighting is dim, the tables tall with high stools, and the food is decent. I’ve been coming here since I started at the academy, and my best friend Alessandra meets me here after our shifts. I met Alessandra at the academy. After graduation, she decided to go to the local police department, and I went to the sheriff’s.