REIGN: A Motorcycle Club Romance Novel (12 page)

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Ten minutes after agreeing to Reign’s pleas to join him on a bike
ride, I was standing outside the bar, the cool desert air laying lightly on my
shoulders. I was nervous, but not as piss-your-pants scared as I thought I’d
be. I was holding a borrowed helmet in one hand, and wearing a borrowed leather
jacket in the other.

Both had been borrowed from Honey, who had gotten significantly
drunker in the time I’d been talking to Reign and who was more than excited to
whip them out from behind the bar and present them to me.

She sure did like me a lot more when she was stumbling and slurring
than she did when she was tending bar. But she wasn’t a sloppy drunk, don’t get
that idea. She was only as drunk as everyone else in the bar, Reign and myself
excluded. She’d come outside with us; the girl she’d been with earlier followed
her like a silent shadow. I almost wanted to talk to the young thing, but she
didn’t seem very friendly anyway.

“When I first….when I first got on a bike…shit, I was like…I’m
gonna
die! But then…then it was so fun, and really…really
just fucking…something else, man, I tell you what it’s…fuck, you’re
gonna
love it,” Honey was saying.

Reign had disappeared behind the bar; I heard the telltale sign of an
engine kicking to life. Moments later, he arrived astride a bright, shining
Harley, shimmering blue and almost throbbing with power. My heart clenched up
like a fist. He somehow looked even more handsome with his helmet on, which was
ridiculous since I couldn’t even see his face.

He let the bike stall and beckoned me to come closer. I did, slowly,
anxiously, rethinking my decision to go along for the (literal) ride. But now,
with Honey staring at me, I felt even more compelled to go through with it; I
still wanted her to like me, even if I didn’t know why that would be something
I wanted. I just knew that she’d probably start acting like a bitch again if I
proved myself to be too cowardly to get on the back of a motorcycle.

And, dammit, I wanted to prove it to myself, too. Sleeping with Reign
had been one thing; for one, I’d been drunk, which made it worlds easier. For
another, that had been something my
body
wanted.
But almost no part of me wanted to get onto the bike, except for a small but
compelling voice in my head that wanted me to do
everything
. Just to try it. Just to see if I could. Just to prove
that I wasn’t a coward.

With my heart in my throat and my bladder threatening to empty itself
at any moment, I swung one leg around the humming bike and planted myself into
the passenger saddle. The bike was vibrating softly; I lifted up my feet and
leaned forward, wrapping my arms around Reign. Even through the helmet, I could
smell him, musky and delectable. With my body pressed tightly against his and
the slightest shaking of the engine, I could already tell what
one
of the attractions of motorcycles
was.

The engine kicked up again as Reign put it in gear, and the pleasant
warmth that was spreading through me from the vibrations was quickly forgotten
as I cried out. I wanted to stop this now, before it even started, my brain
screaming as I realized that this was for real, not just play.

But my cries were swallowed up by the wind and the sound of the engine
as we suddenly flew away from the bar, tires hitting the road with a gravelly
thump, the roar of the bike surrounding us like four walls. The town melted
away in an instant, it seemed; we couldn’t possibly have been going the speed
limit, but no one was around to give a damn.

As the road opened up into desert, with the black shadows of the
mountains bleeding upwards into a star-filled night, I was awestruck by the
feeling. It was scary – a little – but more than anything it was…free. It was
like being let loose onto the world, like the first time your parents let you
stay out all night, like turning 18. It was like winning the lotto: all your
cares erased in an instant.

It was just me and the bike and Reign and the whole world of evening
spread out like a feast before us. A feast made of miles and mountains and air
flavored with sweet desert flowers. Even the battery ram of noise in my ears
was a part of it. And the feeling between my legs…

Well, let’s just say, I’d never used a vibrator but I could definitely
see the appeal once I felt that thrumming between my thighs. My body shook
slightly with the bike as my knees clenched harder around Reign’s waist.

The sensation was half-painful, actually, or at least so intense that
it blurred the line between pleasure and pain. I felt my hips moving slightly,
gyrating against the saddle, as my cheeks flushed from the feeling. And it was
so naughty, feeling myself grow aroused from the sensation, out there on the
open road. I thought about what it would be like to be naked just then, nothing
in between me and the vibrations, my hands exploring Reign’s muscled chest from
behind…

“Need a little break?” I heard Reign shout, and I realized just how
hard I was gripping him. I was holding him like a toddler afraid to get into
the pool.

“M…maybe,” I shouted back, slightly embarrassed. We couldn’t have been
riding more than ten minutes, but I really was getting quite overwhelmed. I
wanted a few minutes to cool down, in more ways than one. Of course, I should
have known that cooling down was not in the cards for me that night.

Reign angled the bike off the road, and I experienced a few painful
shocks to the tailbone as he slowed down, the bike bouncing slightly on the
uneven ground. My body still tingled with excitement as he turned off the
engine and removed his helmet. It was a moment still before I gathered the
courage to unfurl my arms from around his waist and plant my feet back on the
ground.

As I dismounted, the world seemed to shift and sway around me, a
feeling I could remember vaguely from horseback riding as a young girl. My legs
were wobbly and a subtle ache in my thighs mingled with a throbbing sensation in
my pussy. A sensation that was far from unpleasant. As I pulled my own helmet
off, shaking my long black hair out, I noticed the stars above us were spread
out like thousands of twinkling Christmas lights. The nearly-full moon
illuminated the dunes and distant shapes. I leaned against the bike and sighed
deeply. Reign came to my side.

“So, what did you think of your first ride?” he said with a grin that
told me he already knew my answer. I returned it with a grin of my own,
wondering if he could see the fierce blush on my cheeks.

“It was…well, it was something, Reign,” I admitted. “I mean…you were
right….it’s like…it’s not like anything else on earth!”

“Well, some things are similar,” he said, his voice dropping slightly.
The lower octave felt like a feather tickling my ear. I knew that voice
already. I’d only known this guy a day, but that voice told me that I was going
to get to know him even better by the time the next day dawned.

And judging by the way my body responded to his proximity, the fluttering
feeling in my stomach, the tingling in my pussy, I knew that I was going to let
him do whatever he wanted to me – my body wasn’t going to give me much of a
choice.

“Oh yeah? Like what?” I asked, trying to sound innocent. His eyes met
mine, his smile gleaming in the moonlight, a half-grin that made my heart race.
I felt his fingers gently reach out and brush against mine. The slightest
contact was enough to make my breathing speed up.

“Well, I’ve always been partial to watching beautiful women enjoy themselves,”
he said, his fingers now tip-toeing across my back, then coming to rest on my
waist, his arm pulling me closer to him. “That’s pretty damn close, for me.”

He’d pulled me all the way into him, our bodies pressed together under
the night sky, his eyes boring into mine. My face was lifted up to his, my lids
half-closed, hypnotized by his voice, his words, his eyes. My body was
overheating, a fire that threatened to engulf me.

“Yeah?” was all I could manage to say, and I could barely even whisper
it. But we didn’t need words anymore; Reign leaned down, his lips meeting mine
softly, sweetly, my tongue slipping into his mouth and meeting his in a gentle
swirl.

My eyes closed entirely as his hand around me pressed harder, as
though we could melt into each other. And I did feel like I was melting as he
kissed me; first gentle, then pressing harder and harder until we were on the
brink of tearing into each other, our tongues dancing in a frenzy. I wanted to
drink him, to feel him entering me everywhere, the smell of him in my nostrils
an aphrodisiac of the highest order.
 

He broke away from my mouth, eliciting a groan from me, and began to
kiss along my jawline and down my neck, his hands running up and down my sides
and causing my stomach to flip over and over again. His breathe against my neck
was warm and welcome, and his lips, though cracked, where like fiery brands
against my flesh, marking me as his.

His hands settled on the bottom of my shirt and began to yank it
upwards; instinctively, I tried to stop him, still embarrassed about my figure
even though he’d already seen all of me – and approved of it heartily. He
easily thwarted my attempts to remain clothed and my shirt soon lay on the
sand, quickly joined by my bra.

My breasts tingled, felt heavy, as the cold night air blew across
them. Moving in front of me and pulling me towards him, Reign pushed his knee
between my thighs, parting them slightly as his lips continued to explore my
neck, moving from one ear to the other in a torturously slow crescendo of
power.

My nipples, now erect, pressed against the leather of his jacket, the
sensation strangely satisfying. He pushed his knee upwards and I gasped as I
felt it hit my now-wet pussy, causing my hips to automatically roll forwards,
my clit pressed against the crease in my jeans as I pressed myself against his
knee. My hands fell to the belt loops on his jeans, pulling him further toward
me, my slit begging for him as he teased my clit, rubbing his knee slowly back
and forth between my legs.

I felt him pushing me back farther against the bike, until I was
almost pinned between him and the seat. I worried about the bike toppling over
from our weight, but had no room in my fevered brain to worry about it for too
long. I was too distracted as Reign’s lips moved steadily downward, towards my
large, full breasts, which begged for attention.

His tongue gently traced a path down my collarbone before he glanced
up at me, his eyes deep and sexy, and let his tongue flick over my hard nipple.
I moaned and clutched his head as my body gave in to the sensation, his mouth
teasing my nipples one at a time, first flicking one then the other, sucking
and nibbling on the tender buds until I thought I would die from the sensation.
My pussy was fully awake now and dripping, my hunger for him growing with each
passing second as he pressed his knee against my sex, making my hips move on
their own against him.

Finally, he lifted his head and moved away from me slightly, leaving
me dizzy and panting. I tried to pull him towards me once more, the weight of
his body against mine the only thing in the world that I wanted. But he
resisted, his fingers now finding the button of my jeans and popping it open,
his hand slipping down my pants so quickly I couldn’t protest; with no panties
between me and my jeans, he easily found my swollen clit, and I cried out as he
rubbed it, the slickness from my slit a perfect lubricant.

“Oh, fuck, Reign,” I moaned as his hand turned, his thumb now coming
to my clit while his fingers found my pussy and pressed into it slowly, making
my thighs clench in pleasure, the sensation only a tease compared to what I
knew his cock could do to me. I closed my eyes and leaned backwards against the
bike as his thumb made slow circles around my clit, which jumped and throbbed
with each swirl, my heart pounding away as my body flushed with warmth. His
fingers gently probed my slit, pressing against my pussy walls, as though
seeking something.

When I opened my eyes again, barely able to focus on anything but the
pleasure building inside me, his was staring at me with intent, his look only
driving me to new heights, his gaze soft and intimate but demanding at the same
time. His fingers curled inside me and I cried out once more as a brand-new
sensation plunged through me, sparking up and down my spine.

His thumb sped up its attentions to my clit, now circling it and then
flicking upwards over it as his fingers pulsed inside me. I felt a constricting
feeling in my chest, a pressure in my tummy, as he leaned forward once more and
covered my lips with his, my tongue now desperate for his as the sensation
inside me rose and rose.