Page 33 of Reign
“What is it that you want to do here? What was so difficult that the idiot wasn’t complying?” I ask, and Ryder shakes his head.
“A lot. He wanted to change the whole blueprint, not understanding that what I'm asking for is temporary, that in the end this place will be a bar open to the public, but for now, it needs to be more of a community center for women and children. I want to put in two bathrooms and convert the chapel into several bedrooms. I also need an office and an updated kitchen. I want the outside yard landscaped with bushes, flowerbeds, irrigation, and a playground for the kids. I need the paver guys to come in and asphalt the parking lot and make actual parking spots, and where the shop is I want to update it a bit. I’d still like to do repairs, especially because we mule. I can hide the drugs better than anyone around here but the Cyprus Brothers. So when they aren’t around we have another option,” he says, and I nod.
“Alright, let me make a few calls and I’ll see who can come in today to give us estimates, but show me your vision, Ry. Let’s walk around,” I suggest, and he nods, grabbing a beer and handing one to me. I take it and follow him outside. The last time I spoke with Spade, he told me to fuck Ryder, that it was okay with him to keep his man satisfied while he was gone.I’m down for it, but Ryder keeps me at a distance.I’m so lost in my head that I slam right into the back of him, dropping the beer onto the grass as I grip his hips to steady myself. His body goes rigid when I don’t immediately take my hands off him and press myself against his back, subtly running my nose against his neck.
“Sorry, guess I wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking,” I whisper against his ear. He shivers at my words as my hand trails up his ribs. “You smell good today, Ryder,” I tell him as the little vein in his neck beats rapidly. I slide my tongueagainst it, causing him to moan as my fingers trail from his ribs down to the front of his belt. “You gonna let me get a taste today?” I whisper, but he steps away, clearing his throat and walking over to the rundown playground.
“I want all of this removed and redone. Instead of metal, I’d like the kids to have a wooden swing set like the ones they have at the elementary schools,” he says, not making eye contact with me. I nod, letting him know I’m listening even if I want his lips wrapped around my cock, gagging for air.
“What else do you want?” I ask, letting my upper lip curl a bit. His eyes slam to mine, and all I see is lust burning in them, which tells me he knows exactly what I meant. He looks away and keeps walking around the back of the building. Looking around, I see no one so I take this chance to slam him against the building, smashing my lips against his roughly while my hand sinks into his jeans, wrapping it around his hard cock. Our tongues fight for dominance as he groans into my mouth while I pump him slowly. His body quakes as he pulls me closer, cupping my dick. “You know you want to cum, Ryder,” I breathe, biting his bottom lip.
“Fuckkk, Jameson. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” he says, and I grin.
“Mmm, let me make you feel good,” I whisper as he presses his lips against mine, giving me the okay to do as I please. I use my other hand and unbuckle his belt, undo his button, and pull down his jeans. Spinning him, I press his face against the building before ripping down his boxers and kicking out his legs. “Take a deep breath, baby,” I warn, spitting on my fingers and rubbing them against his asshole. I take my dick out and run the tip between his cheeks, spitting on the tip before sinking into him. I groan, reaching around and wrapping my fist around his waiting cock.
“Holy fuck,” he groans as I pump him while slamming in and out of his tight hole.
“Take it like a good little bitch,” I grit, biting my bottom lip. “Fuck you’re so tight,” I praise, pulling out only to slam back into him. I tighten my grip, running my thumb over the tip of his dick. He whimpers with every swipe.
“Fuck yes. Harder, Jameson. Fuck me harder,” he begs.
“I love when you beg for it. Your ass takes me so well, my little bitch,” I growl, snapping my hips while pumping him faster.
“Shit, fuck. I’m going to cum,” he whines as he shivers. I swipe my thumb once, twice, three times before his whole body convulses and he tightens his ass to the point where I can’t thrust any more.
“Goddamn Ry—So. Fucking. Tight.” I moan, biting my lip as he cums so fucking hard into my hand. He pants as I continue to assault his tight hole. I bring my cum filled hand up to his mouth as I snap my hips, brutally fucking him. “Lick it,” I order, feeling his warm tongue trace the bottom of my wrist all the way to the tip of my middle finger. My balls lift and I roar my release, nutting deep inside him. I slow my pace, still fucking him as he cleans himself from my hand. “Fuck, Ryder. Your ass doesn’t want me to leave it yet,” I pant, trying to catch my breath.
“So don’t,” he tells me, and I smirk.
Nothing like fucking my brother’s boyfriend on the side of a building until we have nothing left to give.
Jade
Fight Night & Surprises
I’m not sure what the fuck is going on, but I’m pissed. I’ve been puking all goddamn day, and all I want to do is fuck someone up. But no, my husband is refusing to let me get in the ring tonight. I’ve been under strict orders to sit up in the office and watch the damn show. I was supposed to get the shipment ready for tomorrow, go see Spade, and come back here to fight. Did any of that happen? No, it didn’t. Dario took care of the guns, and everything was ready to go. He called in a favor at the pen to let Spade know I wasn’t going to make it for visitation. We’ve been waiting for answers. Waiting to get him out. We know he’s guilty as fuck, but there has to be a way to get him out, so we’ve got the lawyers working double time to find a loophole for his release. Suddenly, there’s a knock at my door, taking me out of my thoughts.
“Come in,” I yell, and Lisa walks in. I raise a brow as she fidgets in front of my desk. “What can I do for you, Lisa?” I ask.
“I’m sorry to disturb you, but Mr. Cruz told me he couldn’t help me—to go see you,” she stammers, and I sit back in my chair and fold my arms.I keep forgetting no one knows the prince has risen from the ashes. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve almost slipped up.
“It’s okay. What do you need?” I smile.
“Do you have any plugs or pads?” she asks, cringing. I laugh, reaching for my purse.
“I should have some in here. I’ll make sure the ladies' room gets stocked with those things,” I tell her, digging in my bag and coming up empty. What the fuck? Then it dawns on me—when was the last time I actually got my period? I look up at her and shake my head. “I don’t seem to have anything. I’ll send someone to get some,” I tell her, and she nods. “You can wait over there on the couch,” I say, waving across the room as I pick up my phone and dial Kane.
“Hey, Madra. I need you to run to the store for me,” I say as I hear yelling and skin slapping from the fight below me.
“Yeah, sure, what do you need?” he asks, and I grin.
“I’ll text you a list and keep your fucking mouth shut!” I order, and he laughs, ending the call. I pull up our text thread, sending him what we need.
Twenty minutes later, he bursts into the room and chucks the bag at me.
“Thanks, Madra,” I say, and he rolls his eyes.
“Gotta go, it’s almost time for our boy to throw down,” he says, jabbing into the air like a moron. I shake my head and wave him off, dismissing his sorry ass. I get up from my seat and hand Lisa the bag, but grab what I need out of it first.
