Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 79959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
I should have been shaking and crying and beside myself.
But... well... I felt filthy.
I needed the shower. I needed to wash the last week of my life away.
So that was what I did.
I dried off, going to the counter and slipping into the soft, cozy black t-shirt (Reign's) and pink satin and lace panties (mine). Then I ran a brush through my hair (so clean it squeaked). There was nothing I could do about my face. It was a mess. It was going to be a mess for a while. I just had to live with that. At a loss for anything else to do, I went to the door and opened it.
I walked in to find Reign sitting on the foot of the bed next to a plate of food , changed, his hair wet. Like he had showered too.
“Why didn't you shower with me?” I asked, thinking about the slippery, sexy, up against the shower tile sex we had had in the past.
His head raised, but his gaze didn't. “Summer...” he said, his tone sad.
“What?”
“I didn't think you'd be ready for that.”
“Why?” I asked, genuinely confused.
His gaze lifted, finding mine. “Because of what they did to you.”
My brows drew together before I realized what he meant.
What V suggested.
What I had kind of insinuated as well.
He thought they finally did it. That they raped me.
“Oh, Reign... no,” I said, my voice small. I walked up to him, my hand slipping into his wet hair. “No. They didn't.. do that. Just threatened it. It didn't happen.”
“You said you were on your knees...”
“He was going to make me. Well, no. He wasn't,” I clarified. At his confused face, I went on, “I had my hand on the gun. I wasn't...” I shook my head, “I couldn't let that happen.”
“You were going to shoot yourself,” he said, half question, half declaration. But somehow fully horrified.
“I didn't have a lot of options. I needed out. I couldn't... I couldn't live with that.”
“Babe...” he said, his voice sad.
And then his arms were finally around me, pulling me close. His body went backward, mine went forward, me landing on his chest, my body touching his from chest to feet.
“You came for me,” I said, looking down at him.
“Of course I did,” he said, looking at me like I was crazy.
My eyes dropped for a second, then raised to settle on his hazel ones. “I killed a man today,” I said, my voice quiet.
“I killed three,” he said, shrugging. “Had to do what we had to do. If you didn't shoot him, babe, I would have made him suffer first.”
Well, that was true.
Maybe I kept another black mark from getting etched on his soul. By etching it on mine instead. And, somehow, I was okay with that.
“He let me go,” I said.
“Who let you go?”
“Daniel,” I supplied, watching his face as he processed the information. “He pulled me out into the garage, got me safe. Then he told me to take the car and get out. He... he made me shoot him.”
“What?” he asked, squeezing me.
“He... he gave me my gun back and told me to shoot him in the shoulder. Right here,” I pointed on Reign's shoulder. “He stepped into the gun, and told me to pull the trigger. And I did.”
Reign's hands started running up and down my back. “He'll live.”
“How do you know?”
“Because he picked one of the safest places to get shot. He'll live.”
“Why would he let me go?”
“I don't know, babe. I'm just glad he did.”
“I saw you,” I went on. “When you were fighting with Wolf to let you go back in. I saw you.”
“Wasn't gonna fuckin' leave you there.”
“I'm here now,” I said, sensing his body getting tight again. He gave me a small smile. “What are you gonna do about it?” I asked, my voice dipping low and suggestive.
And then I screeched as I was being rolled and flipped onto my back. “Reign, the food...” I objected, feeling my foot hit it.
“Fuck the food,” he said, his hands grabbing the hem of my t-shirt and pushing it upward, his hand closing over my breast, his fingers rolling my nipple.
My arms went between us, pulling at the waistband of his pants. “Fuck the food,” I agreed, my hands reaching inside and grabbing his hard length. His hand slid down my belly, sliding inside my panties and rubbing over my clit. My back arched, his mouth coming down on mine, hard and urgent. His fingers kept stroking me and it wasn't enough. It wasn't what I wanted. My lips pulled from his. “Fuck foreplay too,” I said and he chuckled against my cheek.
Then his hands pulled my panties down. I pulled his pants off. And he slid inside me. Slowly at first. Then full of the urgency that both of our bodies demanded. My hands dug into his back, my legs going around his waist as he pounded into me. “Harder,” I demanded, wanting him to lose control. Needing it. So I could too.
“Fuck me,” he growled, then thrust harder. Until I felt the tightening, my breath catching. “Come babe,” he demanded, sounding close.
He thrust forward again and I came. Hard. My body clenching. Watching me, Reign's body got taut, his breath hissed out. And he came with me.
And it was fucking perfect.
His head came down on my shoulder, sucking in air. My hand went across his back, the other in his hair. “You were right,” I said quietly.
His head lifted. “About what?”
I felt myself smile. “I missed you.”
I saw it in his eyes first.
The warming. The crinkles by the sides. Then it spread to his lips. Slowly. A twitching. A smirk. Then a full-blown smile.
“Damn fuckin' right you did,” he said, nodding.
“You missed me too,” I told him.
“Yep,” he agreed, then stopped what I was about to say with his lips on mine. Softer. Sweeter. Until I felt melty inside and couldn't think of anything else to say. “Alright,” he said, sliding out of me, pulling away from me, his hands yanking down my tee as he stood. “Let's go order some pizza and brief the rest of the men.”