“Hello Reign.” I smile, putting my hands on his chest.
“Don’t play coy with me, Tia. What the fuck are you doin’?”
“Well,” I say. “Last time I checked, it was called dancing. Though there was a point there I’m sure man number one was going in for the one-finger sneak attack, you know?”
His eyes blaze and his nostrils flare. “No,” he grinds out. “I don’t know.”
“Oh, you should try it sometime,” I say, stepping past him. “All you do is slip a finger under a girl’s dress when you’re dancing. In my case, I have granny panties on, because, like Spike says, I’m dressed like a street bum. So I really don’t think he would have gotten close to Mrs. Mufflepuff, and—”
He grabs me again, spinning me back around so I’m crushed against him. “You want me to go and rip his fuckin’ finger off?”
“Well, if you’d like to, sure.”
He reaches up and curls his fingers around the back of my neck, bringing me closer. “We’re leaving. You’re not staying here alone, and you’re not going to argue with me about that.”
“Bossy,” I mutter.
He spins me back around and with one arm hooked around my waist, he takes me back to the guys. “We’ll finish this later,” he says to Spike. “I need to get her home.”
Spike nods, winking at me. “You two have fun.”
“Oh, we will,” I sing.
Addi gives me the thumbs-up and an enthusiastic head nod.
I guess that means she was right.
Jackpot.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Reign has his SUV available to take us home in. I’m not complaining, I feel tough riding alongside him in this big, black, man machine. Though getting in whilst under the weather is a completely different scenario. Firstly, I’m pretty sure I can’t lift my leg that high. Secondly, I’m pretty sure I will land flat on my ass if I even try.
“You need some help?” Reign says from behind me.
“Well, I’m in a bit of a predicament. I’m almost sure I can’t lift my leg up that high, and I’m definitely sure I can’t stay upright if I do.”
He snorts and takes my hips in his hands. In one swift movement I’m in the SUV.
“Well, no need to make it look so easy.”
He walks around the front driver’s side and gets in, starting up the heater. I groan and put my hands in front of it. Reign turns to me. “I know what happened at the resort changed a lot of shit for us, but it doesn’t mean I want to see you with another man and his hands on your fuckin’ body.”
“Jealousy is a bitch, ain’t it?” I mutter.
“Yeah,” he says. “It fuckin’ is. I’m sorry for makin’ you ever feel like that.”
I turn to him, shocked he’s actually apologized. His eyes meet mine and sparks explode between us. Oh yes, the sexual tension is most certainly still there. I swallow and stare down at his crotch.
“Shit, Tia, quit lookin’ at my dick like you want to jump over and ride it.”
“Well,” I say, lifting my eyes to his. “That is what I’m thinking.”
His eyes flash and he makes a growling sound in his throat. “You know we can’t.”
“Why?” I murmur, pushing myself up to my knees and leaning across the seat. I press my lips to his neck.
Through clenched teeth, he hisses, “Because it confuses every-fucking-thing.”
“No,” I murmur against his flesh, sliding my mouth down and sucking on the dip at the base. “It’s simple. We fuck, we come, we go back to normal. I am fully aware of your choice, Reign. I’ve accepted it.”
“You’re a fuckin’ liar,” he groans as I press my open palm to his hard cock.
“No, I’m a realist.”
He’s right, I am a liar. I have full intentions of taking Slutena down and doing it so she’ll never mess with another man again. In saying that, I’m fully away that doesn’t mean Reign will choose me. In fact, he may very much hate me for it, so this could likely be the last chance I’ll ever have of being in his arms again.
“You know my feelings are all over the fucking place,” he groans when I jerk his belt off and pop his top button. I free his cock, wrapping my hand around it and squeezing.
“Then don’t feel, just do.”
“Tia,” he growls. “Fuck, please.”
“Do you want me to stop?” I breathe, meeting his eyes as I begin stroking his cock. “Because if you do, I will.”
“You know I want you. Shit, I hate how fucking much I want you.”
“Then stop talking, and fuck me the way I need to be fucked.”
I have my skirt up in a matter of minutes and then I’m climbing over him, straddling his hips. I don’t give him the chance to argue, or even try to protest. I know he wants this as much as I do—the pulsing of his cock against my pussy tells me that much. I slowly sink down, taking all of him.
Oh God.
“Reign,” I gasp as he fills me.
“Fuck,” he barks, taking my hips in his hands and jerking his up, impaling me hard and fast.
“Oh God,” I yell, throwing my head back.
“Fuck me,” he orders. “And make it fuckin’ good.”
I love this side of Reign. His hands glide up my sides, under my tank. There he slides them over my sensitive flesh until he finds my breasts. He cups them in his hands and gives them a gentle squeeze. I moan and rotate on his cock faster, sliding my pussy up and down, loving the feeling of him filling me.