Page 53 of Reign
After we raided The Brotherhood a few years back, we saved a lot of women and children, and the clubhouse was just not big enough, so we needed an alternate plan. So, we bought more land and built a development of townhouses. It’s taken a few years to finally have it finished, but it's just another way to housethose that need help and offer women who come from that life or abuse to have a fresh start. We help with getting them jobs and anything else they could need to get out. We have contracts signed, and they pay rent until they are self-sufficient to move on from the help we’ve given. Dario handles most of that. I’ve been at the clubhouse getting ready for opening day. I told Ryder that I’d like to restore it to what it once was. And now I’ve made it into a biker bar with Slash still behind the counter.
I’ve given Jaxon a job running the place under me to keep him out of trouble. He just turned seventeen and is graduating high school next month. That’s if he graduates. He’s fallen in with the wrong crowd, and no matter how much we try to guide him in the right direction, he just keeps fighting us and pulling away. It truly hurts my heart. I try to be the best mom I can be for all these kids, and still I feel like a failure.
This life we have isn’t always safe. We have a lot of enemies, but we also have strength in numbers and power, but still it’s a dangerous way to live, and I never wanted our businesses to bleed onto our children. Hazel has already started fighting at school. She’s been suspended twice because of it. I keep telling the guys we need to manage her rage in the cage at the Mill. They keep telling me she will be okay; it's normal behavior at her age. She’s in junior high and a Rivers kid. So, some of the girls are jealous of her while the boys try to bully her. I’m proud that she doesn’t take shit from anyone. I just wish she were smarter about it. Prince is my perfect little boy. He looks so much like me but is exactly like Spade. He’s a ladies' man at thirteen years old and keeps chasing around little Embry Cyprus. It’s ridiculous. Preston is the worst of all my kids. All he does is bully everyone, and we’ve had to break up a few fights between him and Jaxon.
I’m always reminding them they may bicker as children, but when they get older, they are all each other has. They think I’m nuts, but it's the truth. Ryder and Ryker would annoy my soul,but once I hit high school, I loved having my brothers around–that was until I started dating D’mitri. Then they were annoying all over again.Parenting is so hard. No one gave us a guide for this shit.
Last, but not least, we have Priest, my dark-haired, hazel-eyed little beast. He’s quiet and calculating, just like his father. He was the perfect baby, never cried, just hung out. I thought something was wrong with how quiet he was, but I was wrong. He just watches everything around him, waiting for the perfect time to pounce. He and Preston do not get along at all. Priest is closer with Jaxon and Prince, and he has no patience for Hazel and her drama. All my kids are so different but yet an extension of each of us. It's oddly weird to witness, but they are fantastic kids.
Wiping my tears, I stack the glasses behind the bar as Slash clears his throat.
“Everything okay?” he asks with a raised brow, as Ryder walks in with cases of liquor. I nod and smile at my brother.
“Hey, son, just put those in the backroom,” Slash tells him, and Ryder nods. “Why are you crying, Jade?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“Oh, it’s nothing. I just got lost in my head,” I answer, and he laughs.
“You’ve been doing that a lot lately,” he says, and I huff.
“Mind your business, old man,” I chide, making him laugh. My phone blares, and I smile, picking it up.
“Hello, Big Man,” I say, and he chuckles.
“Kitten, are you busy?” he asks.
“Not really, why? What’s up?”
“I’d like to finish what we started this morning,” he says as I hear him shuffling around.
“Are you at The Mill?” I ask.
“You know I am,” he growls as a text comes through. “Open it and get your ass over here,” he commands as chills race up my spine.
“Yes, Daddy,” I purr, ending the call. Grabbing my bag, I give Slash the two-finger salute and leave the bar. Climbing into my truck, I pull out of the parking lot and head to the Mill. Stopping at a red light, I open my phone and see Dario’s hand wrapped around his cock, sitting in his office. My mouth waters as I wait for the green light, tapping on my steering wheel. Finally, it changes, and I hit the gas, flying down the highway, wanting nothing but to get to my husband as fast as I can.
Pulling in, I see Spade’s charger and Jamie’s truck parked, but the rest of the lot is empty.Oh, they planned this shit. My men want to play, and I am here for it.Even after all this time. We still can’t get enough of each other. The thirst is never quenched, and I love every fucking minute of it.
Stepping out of the truck, I head for the door, swinging it open, and I’m immediately grabbed as a hand flies over my mouth and a strong arm wraps around my waist.
“Not a word, Princess.” His voice, deep and commanding, sends chills down my spine as my panties dampen between my legs. I thrash in his hold because who would I be if I complied as I rub my ass against his hard cock. “Such a filthy whore you are,” he growls, and I do it again, and he presses my covered mouth harder, sending my back harshly against him, causing me to whimper as his other hand slides into my leggings, his fingers circling my clit. “Already soaked. Mmm, Princess,” he groans, sliding between my folds and sinking into my core. I whine against his hold, rolling my hips, but he cups my pussy, halting my movements. “I think dirty sluts should be gagged and bound. What do you think, Reid?” he asks, and my eyes snap up and collide with steel gray ones. I swallow thickly, watching Spade walk towards me shirtless as he licks his lips.
“I’m going to have to agree with you, Brother. Let’s make her our dirty doll,” he purrs, and my body shivers at his words as Jamie presses his palms against my aching clit.
“She wants to be used so badly, I can tell by how drenched my hand is,” Jamie growls, licking the shell of my ear.
“Let’s take her upstairs,” Spade suggests, and I look up to see Dario stroking his thick cock while he watches us.
Yes, please, for the love of God. Use me like the filthy fucking whore I am.
Part Two: Dario
“Fuck, she's soaked,” I growl, sinking my cock into her ass as Spade pounds into her cunt, splashing her arousal between us. I pull on the ropes tied around her hands and chest while Jameson fucks her throat.
“She feels so fucking good, it’s like heaven inside this tight cunt,” Spade groans as her body shivers, dripping with sweat.
“You don’t get to cum until we say you do,” Jameson growls, pulling her long black hair roughly. She whines, and he shoves her face down on his cock, making her gag. “I told you not aword, Princess.” As she gags hard on his cock, I pull all the way out only to slam in brutally and slap her ass, making sure I leave a nice handprint for later.
“Every whimper, every moan—you save it for when we command you to cum, until then, you take everything we give you!” I growl, slapping her other cheek, snapping my hips.
