DAMON: A Bad Boy MC Romance Novel (36 page)

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, but she looks good in this thing,
Reign mused as he watched Gabriella’s long black hair fly out behind her in the rushing wind. The smile on her face was a rare one; true and unrestrained, a smile he’d only seen once or twice so far.

Too bad she’s gonna use it to hightail it to Mexico,
he thought sourly. He’d inspected the engine and every inch of the car before letting Gabriella drive it off the lot; he’d noticed her slip a couple extra hundred into Frankie’s hand when they shook on the deal and thought it was cute.

It also told him a little more about what Gabriella might be trying to hide from him. Not that he cared. He didn’t care about money; he had plenty. He’d have given her some, if she hadn’t already told him she had some. He would give her more, if he thought maybe she needed it, but apparently that wasn’t the case.

“Hey, take this road,” he said, pointing to a dirt road that veered off from the long, lonely street.

“This car handles like a dream,” Gabriella said, clearly enamored. It had been written all over her face as soon as she slid into the driver’s seat. She was in love; with the car, of course. Reign didn’t dare hope that she might be in love with him, too. Not that it mattered, not that it mattered, he had to keep reminding himself of that.

The car barely bumped over the dusty, uneven road as it wound into the desert. Gabriella leaned forward and squinted, apparently catching sight of their destination through the ever-rising sand.

“Where are we going?” She asked, turning to him for a moment before putting her eyes back on the road. She was a safe driver. Of course she was a safe driver. It made him happy to know he didn’t have to worry about her getting overzealous in her hot new wheels and running herself into a ditch.

“A mirage,” he said with a smile. She looked back at him quizzically, but he only grinned at her slyly. They rode on, the radio playing loud, a classic rock station. Stevie Nicks was singing about how players only love you when they’re playing. The sky was so blue it almost hurt to look at. A bird’s eye view: red convertible, brown dust, a black-haired, sun-kissed couple exchanging playful glances. Other lovers, under other circumstances, would have been picturesque in their excitement over something new and amorous.

As the dust began to clear, Reign watched Gabriella’s eyes twinkle slightly. Their destination was becoming more vivid, less of the haze of heat to obscure their view. An oasis if there ever was one: the road ended in a ring of tiny but strong trees and bushes, all centered around a small lake, the water greenish-blue from the reflection of the sky. Gabriella turned to Reign, a smile on her face as big as the desert itself.

“What is this?” she asked.

“A lake,” Reign said.

“In the middle of the desert?”

Reign shrugged. Who knew how long it had been there, where it came from, how it formed? In the heat of the day, the oppressive monotony of the desert sand, it was a gift from God. Cold, clear water, perfect for swimming off the midday sweat.

“Can we swim in it?” Gabriella asked, brow furrowing. “Is it, like, polluted or, like, have weird algae?”

“Algae yes, polluted no. But we can swim in it; everyone does. The algae is just around the edges.”

As the car pulled up to the little lake, which was only about half the size of a football field, Gabriella peered in earnest at the still pool.

“I don’t have a bathing suit,” she said, turning back to Reign, who grinned boyishly. She blushed, knowing that he knew that as well as she did.

Reign loved seeing her blush. He wanted to make her do that all the time. He wanted to do lots of things to her, and for her, all the time. But he didn’t have “all the time”: he had now. And now he was going to do his damn best to show her everything he wished he had “all the time” to show her.

“Last one in,” he said, shedding his jacket and shirt quickly before dashing towards the water, kicking his boots away even as he undid his belt and threw his pants off to the side. Gabriella clasped her hands to her mouth to stifle a laugh; handsome as he was, he still looked hilarious, his pale butt nearly gleaming in the strong sun. He splashed into the water with a bellow, turning to her, his manhood exposed for only a moment before disappearing under the water.

Even that little glimpse, though, was enough to get Gabriella’s mind turning with memories of what she’d already experienced – and fantasies of what she might experience in the future. She walked slowly towards the water, still nervous about exposing herself to him. He floated on his back in the water, eyes closed, a serene smile on his face.

“Water’s fine, baby,” he said, craning his neck to look at her as she stood uncertainly at the edge.

Gabriella gulped. He’d only ever seen her in the dark…what if he didn’t like what she offered in the full light of day?

“If you don’t come in, I’ll throw you in,” he said, playfully threatening. He turned over in the water, his chest now facing her as he tread water.

“Is it deep?” Gabriella asked, desperate to stall.

“You think I won’t do it? I’ll do it,” Reign said, now beginning to stride towards her, the water parting before him.

“No, no! I got it, I get it, I’m getting in,” Gabriella said, the idea of being thrown into the lake the only thing worse than the idea of shedding all her clothes in broad daylight in front of this way-too-handsome-for-her man. Blushing, she kicked her shoes to the side and turned around.

“Aw, come on,” Reign groaned, and Gabriella shot him a look over her shoulder. With a deep breath, she shut her eyes and threw her shirt off, letting it land near Reign’s jeans.
Like a band-aid,
she thought, knowing that the longer she took to expose herself the more ashamed she’d be.

In a moment, she was undressed, still with her back turned to Reign. He didn’t mind the view one bit; her luscious hips opened up onto her wide, inviting bottom, plump and edible. Her long black hair hung to the middle of her back, and when she turned to look at Reign again over her shoulder he watched as it waved and slid like silk over her skin. He felt his cock twitching as he imagined that hair cascading over his chest, suffocating him with her scent, each strand tickling him from head to toe…

Gabriella was bolstered when she saw the way Reign stared at her naked body. It made her feel like Venus in the oyster shell. She turned and waded into the water, her tanned skin glistening in the sun and heat.

Reign let his eyes eat up the sight of her; she was perfect, every curve and inch of her inciting a riot in his nerves, his cock throbbing to life as the water parted before her. She gasped then giggled as she waded further, the water lapping up to her delicate sex, the blush in her cheeks only making her more attractive. She eased herself further in, the water slowly covering her, much to Reign’s consternation. She paddled over to him, the relief of the cool water evident on her face as she smiled and closed her eyes.

“Told you it was nice,” he said as she got closer. She laughed, the sound like tinkling bells to his ears. It was all he could do not to grab her right then.

Gabriella felt the heat that had taken up residence in her skin slipping away as the cool water enveloped her. She cast short, furtive glances at Reign, still ashamed of her nakedness. His hair was wet and clung to his forehead and neck, like a frame for his handsome face. Droplets of clear water clung to his beard. His lips were parted, his mouth full and moist, her own tongue darting out to lick her lips, instinctively, wanting to be nearer to him.

Her body felt weightless, her nipples tight and hard from the sudden cold of the water, her pussy awakening as she let her body relax. The water seemed to warm up the closer she got to Reign. Or maybe it was her imagination, her own body temperature rising as she felt that magnetic pull towards him, his torso gleaming and shimmering, his manhood hidden under the rippling water.

The thought of it, though, was enough to increase the blush on Gabriella’s cheeks tenfold. They were close now, close enough to touch; Gabriella felt Reign’s eyes on her, the distorted view of her body beneath the water’s surface.

When she thought she couldn’t stand another moment under his gaze, the heat and promise of him making her almost pained with wanting, he leaned down and laid a soft kiss on her lips, light and fluttering, like her heart as it raced beneath her ribs. Gabriella closed her eyes and moaned into the kiss as Reign’s arms came to encircle her; she found she could stand in the water, on her tiptoes, and stopped paddling, letting herself be drawn into his embrace.

Reign’s fingertips picked up on each inch of her body as they made contact, sending back thrills of energy to his mind as he drew her in, her face tilted upwards to meet his lips. She tasted like salty desert dust and cool water all at the same time, her lips full and soft beneath his.

He felt a humming moan escape her lips, felt the vibrations roll through his body, making him want her even more. He raised one hand to her throat, gently taking hold of it and tilting her head back as his lips fall to her jawline, kissing alongside her chin and towards her ear, then down her long, slender neck. Each kiss made him want the next one more, seemed inevitable, inciting little shudders from her body and cries from her mouth as she closed her eyes and lost herself in the pleasure.

Gabriella felt Reign’s kisses like feathers against her flesh, tickling her down to her pussy, filling her with a tingling need for more. She felt her eyes roll back, a feverish heat in her body, her desire rising up and threatening to overcome her. No one had ever had this effect on Gabriella; she had always been so demure, so shy. Now, with Reign, she wanted to be dirty, she wanted to be taken wantonly, she wanted to beg for it.

“I want to feel you inside me,” she said, suddenly, shortly, the sound of her own voice surprising her. Reign growled against her, dragged his teeth against the tender flesh of her neckline, his cock springing fully to life at the sound of her voice. He gripped her tighter, one arm around her back, the other cradling her ass; she could feel his hardness pressing between her thighs, squirmed in his clutches, heart beating heavy now as her own desire reached a peak. “Please, fuck me.”

“Not until I’m ready,” Reign said, his voice a snarl, his mouth buried in her throat, his fingers digging into her, sending fireworks to her brain with each pressure point. She felt her nipples graze his hard chest and moaned, arching her back, wanting more.

Reign pulled back slightly, their eyes locked as he brought one hand to her chest, his thumb just grazing one of her nipples as he took hold of her breast. She moaned as he massaged her, his fingers now coming together to tweak her nipple gently, drawing her closer, her body asking for more. He responded by pushing her back, keeping her in a state of need, the sensation of his fingers playing with one breast, then the other, a slow and delicious torture.

“Please,” Gabriella moaned, her eyes closed in pleasure as Reign’s head dipped low once more, his lips taking the place of his fingers, closing over her erect nipple and flicking it gently with his tongue. His hand favoured the other nipple as his tongue danced over the hard nub, sucking it inwards, feeling the slight shaking of Gabriella’s begging body as he kept her at bay.

Suddenly, Gabriella felt herself lifted as Reign grabbed her waist, raising her halfway out of the water, her clit pressed against his stomach. His mouth still hovered over her breast, his tongue darting forward to lap at her nipples as her clit ground against his hard torso. She shivered, the fire between her legs roaring, moaning as he took her nipple between his teeth, giving it the slightest nibble, making her clutch him closer and tighter. Her pussy, wet with desire, rubbed into his ribs as his hand came up to fondle her breast; she felt weightless, airy, dizzy with desire.

And, just as suddenly as he’d lifted her, he let her fall, her clit screaming with need for stimulation. She landed on her tiptoes once more, and Reign spun her around, now grabbing her from behind, his hard cock pressed against her plump ass, just barely grinding between her thighs.

His hands came to her breasts once more, kneading them, as his teeth grazed her earlobe, his hot breath entering her there, seeming to sweep away any thoughts in her brain that weren’t entirely devoted to her lust. She moaned and pressed her ass against him, feeling his hardness, wanting it more and more with each passing second.

“Reign…” she murmured, reaching behind her to clutch his body closer, spreading her legs as best she could while standing on her toes. He entered her quickly, slipping into her wetness with a groan, her pussy welcoming him as though it had waited an entire lifetime. She whimpered as he held his cock deep inside her for a long, lurid moment, his hands pressing into her, their bodies glued together in the cool water that gently rippled around them.

Reign let one hand gently fall across her stomach, her flesh jumping as his fingertips trailed downwards. He found her pussy and parted the lips, her clit straining forward, begging for his touch. He drew one finger across it, slowly, and pumped into her.

“Oh, fuck,” Gabriella moaned, her head lolling backwards against his chest as her body sang with pleasure. His tongue snaked around her ear as his finger circled her clit, his hips now thrusting against her ass, his hard cock massaging her pussy as it tensed and clenched around his shaft.

“Yeah, baby,” Reign moaned into her ear, his cock throbbing as her cunt enveloped it, her wetness tickling every nerve, her pussy sucking him back in greedily with each thrust. He rolled her hard clit under his fingers, feeling the blood rush to her sex, her panting a metronome keeping the pace.

He wanted to feel her come on him, wanted his dick to swim in her juices, wanted to watch her buck and writhe in his arms. He sped up his attentions to her clit, pressing harder against the tender button, even as he thrust harder and deeper into her.

She struggled to stand in the deep water, and he walked her forward until she stood on her feet, her chest now exposed above the water, heaving and glistening. She was thrusting against him now, her body hungry for him, her pussy almost vibrating around his cock as he plunged into her, faster and harder with each stroke.