Reign (Sin City Outlaws #1)(67)

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 * 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 f*cking 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 f*ck 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.