Reign (Sin City Outlaws #1)(39)

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 f*ck?

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 f*cking 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 people do after they wake up from f*cking 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 f*cking.

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 ‘f*ck 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 f*ck Jillian as if I were f*cking 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 f*cking smile, I don’t deserve it.

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

“Later, Rookie.”