Reign Over Me (The Covenant Book 1)

by Gwendolyn Casey

  For some reason, my explanation made him snarl. Next thing I knew he was dragging me into the laundry room and slamming the door behind us.

  “Isabel, you are mine. That means your job is to be available to me before anyone else.” I was completely confused until his body pushed mine against the dryer. I could feel the hardness beneath his jeans. “I woke up hard as a rock. I should have been able to roll over and sink it deep into my woman. But you weren’t there.”

  “So I’m just so supposed to wait around in your bed with my legs open?” I said sarcastically.

  “Or bent over it,” he said and picked me up onto the machine. Rem was tall enough that the height was perfect to bring my pussy and his cock together. He grabbed my hair and started kissing me.

  He was such a pig to assume I would be waiting on him for the rest of his life. I should push him away and slap him.

  But my body, the traitor she was, refused to cooperate. My pussy eagerly sought the pressure of his length, and my nipples hardened as his hands pulled me to him. Even my mouth betrayed me as it opened for his tongue, willingly kissing him back. What was it about this man that made me such a dumb slut?

  His fingers tore through my shorts until he found my wet center. I winced a little, still sore from our first time.

  “Don’t worry, baby.” He took my shorts and panties down in one quick motion. Then he pushed my shirt and bra up so that he had full access to my breasts. His mouth took each nipple in turn while his fingers played gently at my entrance. His mouth started making its way down my body. I was confused about his course seeing how Amy told me the Aces were averse to oral sex.

  My confusion must have shown on my face because he actually stopped to ask, “What’s wrong?”

  “Are you going to—”

  “Have your pussy for breakfast? Yes.”

  “I thought you didn’t do that.”

  “What?”

  “One of the girls mentioned that you didn’t go down on them.”

  He rolled his eyes. “Babe, of course I would never go down on a Heart or a sweet-butt. They get fucked by different men every hour. I would be insane to stick my tongue in one of those Petri dishes.” Then he leaned down and gave my clit a long lick. I couldn’t help but squirm against him.

  “But this pussy is mine. The only dick it holds is mine, the only cum spilt inside it is mine.” He stuck his tongue inside me, and I moaned at the sensation. Then he attacked my clit again by suckling it fast and hard. I reached down and pushed his head into me harder as I felt the fire burn harder in my core. He growled against me, and I let myself fall back onto the dryer. His mouth made a feast of my flesh, and I felt my juices running out onto his face.

  I let myself enjoy Rem’s ministrations, his tongue and lips making my body sing with pleasure. It felt so dirty and wild to be doing it on the dryer that I let myself moan a little louder.

  Somewhere, I thought I heard a gasp, but when I looked up no one was there. It must have been my imagination.

  Rem tongue fucked me and his lips sucked me, over and over. When his hands reached up to tweak my nipples, I finally went over the edge into the orgasmic whirlpool.

  He drew on my center one last time before standing up. I leaned up onto my elbows and watched him release his thick cock. I really didn’t get a good look at it last night so I was a little shocked at how big it actually was. It was at least ten inches, and I was pretty sure my fingers wouldn’t touch if I circled it.

  It was a miracle that he could fit inside me. While the size was intimidating, it was also a major turn-on.

  He teased me by rubbing the head just inside my pussy. “I now understand why men in the past paid such a high price for a virgin. I love that this beautiful cunt has known no man but me. Makes me feel like a fucking king.” Then he pushed inside and I felt a twinge of pain, but my walls pulled at him, wanting him deep. I brought my legs up higher and wrapped them around him.

  He gripped my hips and pulled me forward for a rough thrust. I whimpered, but he did it again and again, pushing hard and deep. Soon he was fucking me like a barbarian king, rough and dominating, and all I could do was grip his cut. Even his jeans chafed against my thighs as he pounded into me, but it only seemed to heighten my pleasure.

  I was already so sensitive that my second orgasm came on quickly. I clamped my muscles as it swept through me. Rem let out a deep growl and kept pounding into me, making the dryer beneath us move like it was turned on.

  After several minutes of him fucking my brains out, Rem stopped and pulled me into a sitting position. I leaned into him with my eyes closed and my ass came off the dryer so I could keep him deep.

  “Open your eyes,” he said. I looked at him. He stared back at me with a dark gaze, his eyes controlling and possessive. I didn’t even know how eyes could look that way, but they did.

  “From now on, you don’t leave our bed without telling me. I want you there when I wake up, no matter what. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “Louder.”

  “Yes, Rem,” I said.

  Only then did he start to fuck me again. I clung to his neck tightly as he rammed in and out of my sopping pussy.

  “Rem,” I screamed as my third climax burned through my middle. He kept up the hard thrusts until I felt his cock pulse and my insides were flooded with the warmth of his cum.

  He set me down, but my legs were a little shaky so he held me tight.

  “I’m sorry I left without telling you. I thought it was best not to wake you since you came to bed so late,” I said into his chest.

  “I know. Just tell me from now on.”

  I looked up at him and smiled. “Okay.”

  He looked a little uncomfortable as he pulled away. He bent down to pick up my shorts and then handed them to me. “I’ll just wait for you outside.”

  I was a little hurt that he didn’t want to stay longer. We were in a laundry room though. But even if we weren’t, I could tell that intimacy after sex was not something Rem was comfortable with.

  I would have to take my time and not push him, but it would happen, I was sure of it.

  ****

  The next week was wonderful, if not a little awkward. I realized that I wasn’t the only one with inexperience in this relationship. Rem had never been in a real relationship with a woman, so he had no knowledge of girlfriend/boyfriend etiquette.

  Perfect example, I made him lunch and brought it in to the shop for him on Wednesday. He simply told me to put it in his office and he’d eat it when he had time. Not even a “thank you”.

  I was so angry with him that I was determined to ignore him when he came to bed. Of course, all he had to do was turn me over and give me one of those Alpha kisses and I was Jell-O. I think it was between the third and fourth orgasm that I decided to forgive him. It wasn’t a big deal, after all.

  Rem kept himself busy during the day with running the shop and the club. At first, I tried to hang out with him, but he always had some excuse to send me away.

  Even PDA was taboo around the club. I mean, I could watch Duncan rail Tracy on the pool table, but holding hands in front of the crew was not appropriate according to Rem.

  I felt like we were a couple only at night, when the intimacy of sex allowed Rem to express himself. In those moments, he was so considerate and affectionate. He whispered the sweetest things to me in the dark. Every other minute he would tell me I was his and all the ways he wanted me. It made up for every cold moment he would subject me to during the day.

  I quickly realized that the few minutes after physical bliss seemed to be the time to ask him about himself as well. Any other time, he would close up like a safe. It was after one particularly robust session that I found out his real name.

  He had been gone overnight on a run with Jordan, Max, and Hawk. They got back right around sundown. When he came into the clubhouse, he quickly threw me over his shoulder and headed straight for our room.

  It wasn’t
until we were done with round two that he let my mouth free long enough to speak. He rolled to his back and tucked me into his side.

  “Is Rem short for something?” I asked without looking at him.

  “Remington.”

  “So Remington is your full name?”

  He laughed. “No, Remington is my road name. It’s a type of sniper rifle. Greyson shortened to Rem a few years ago.”

  I turned my head and placed it on my palm so I could look at him. “Do you miss the army?”

  “You mean the Marines?” He smiled.

  I blushed. “Yes.”

  “Sometimes. Things were easier over there.” His hand was in my hair, stroking my locks away from my face.

  “What do you mean?”

  He let out a long breath before he said, “I knew who the enemy was, and I knew what he wanted.”

  “What enemies do you have here?” The question was out of my mouth before I really thought about it.

  “Go to sleep, Isabel.” He started to reach for the lamp.

  Damn it. I knew better than to push on these issues.

  “Wait. Two more questions and I promise they are simple.” I pushed my body into his so he felt my breasts on his side and chest.

  He dropped his hand and looked at the ceiling. “What?”

  “If Rem is your road name, what is your real name?”

  He looked back at me. “Jacob.”

  I couldn’t help myself. “Can I call you Jacob?”

  He cupped my head and brought me down for a kiss. Then he pushed me on to my back and pushed open my thighs. “Only when I’m inside you.”

  “Jacob,” I whispered.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Rem

  “What do you have for today?” I came up behind Duncan in the garage.

  He turned around and took the pen out of his mouth. The end was chewed to hell. “I thought you were working in your office today.”

  “Felt like getting out for a while.”

  “All right. Bay three just wants an oil change.”

  I headed that way and grabbed my gear.

  The truth was that I kept thinking about Isabel, and I needed some distraction. I kept getting hard every time I would catch her scent in my office. When she told me that she’d used my office while I was away I was okay with it, but now I think it was a bad idea.

  She kept walking past my door as she did the work the guys assigned to her. She didn’t say anything or try to distract me, but I found myself waiting for her to walk by again. There were several times that I considered dragging her inside and fucking her over my desk, letting that warm, tight pussy suck the hunger out of me. Yet that would only whet my appetite and we’d end up upstairs for the rest of the day.

  My need for this girl surprised me every day, and not just the physical but the mental, like telling her my real name. It felt strange telling a woman my name. I’d never felt the need, and no one ever asked. Then Isabel asked and I found myself eager to tell her. I think a part of me had been craving the intimacy she offered, and yet, I couldn’t accept it completely. Letting her know my thoughts and emotions somehow felt dangerous and terrifying.

  When she said my name, it was as if we were making love for real. As Rem, I was a biker and an Ace. Women wanted the criminal so they called out that name.

  As Jacob, I was someone different, someone less complicated. I was just a simple man, not the VP of a powerful MC. Isabel wanted simple things, like talking and watching zombie movies. She also loved to slow dance. I knew being with a biker excited her, but she actually shied away from violence and was careful not ask too many questions. I could see that it worried her.

  For the first time in my life, it worried me, too.

  If something were to happen to me, either death or jail, I would be leaving Isabel alone. I know the club would protect her, but it wouldn’t be the same. I was sure she would find someone else. She was too beautiful to be alone for long. If I was a good man, I would want her to find someone else but I wasn’t.

  I managed to make it through the afternoon without leaving the garage. It was calming to work with my hands. I’d just finished a tire rotation when Jordan came into the garage and asked to talk. I cleaned up a bit and met him outside at a table.

  “What’s up?”

  “I checked this out like you asked.” He tapped the manila folder in the center of the table.

  Shit, I forgot. It was the folder I got from Vincent. I gave it to Jordan so he could verify the information and confirm it was authentic.

  “And?” I asked.

  “It’s legit.”

  I opened the folder and looked down at the man’s photo inside. I knew him as a boy so a sense of nostalgia hit me for a moment, remembering how things seemed so easy once. The anger and disgust caught up quickly to replace it though, making me cringe and close the file again.

  “Let’s take it to the table for a vote and then we can set up the extraction.”

  He nodded and took the file back.

  “Any developments on Isabel’s family?”

  Jordan scratched the back of his head. “Not a damn thing. It’s strange.”

  “Why strange?”

  “When a crew as clumsy as the Snakes is looking for someone, we usually hear about where they are looking and who they are questioning. There’s been nothing. Not since the night Izzy first arrived. It’s like they aren’t looking anymore.”

  “Do you think they have her father and uncle?”

  “Maybe. But then wouldn’t they still be looking for Izzy?”

  As I thought about it, Jordan’s skepticism proved right. If Isabel’s uncle was with the Snakes, then he probably tried to keep her location to himself so they would have to keep looking. If not, he would have given them our club and they would be on our doorstep.

  “They could be trying to find a way to get in here,” I said. It was possible that they knew she was here but were playing it cool until they had a plan.

  Jordan nodded, but he knew I was guessing. Without intel, we were lost in the fog.

  “Just keep trying. They’ll make a move eventually. The only thing we can do is protect her.”

  “Fine.” He let out a breath and looked away.

  “Anything else going on?” I asked. “I know I’ve been distracted.” Jordan didn’t approve of my relationship with Isabel, and it had caused a bit of a strain on our friendship. He’d get over it eventually. Until then, we were still brothers.

  “I got a call from Mary Thompson,” he said after a few moments.

  “Your father’s old girlfriend?”

  Jordan’s dad was a rolling stone. Jordan’s mother managed to keep him long enough to get pregnant and give birth before he moved onto the next. Twelve years later, Mary Thompson was lucky enough to get pregnant, too, except he didn’t even stay for first ultrasound.

  He’d died a few years ago in an accident. Jordan didn’t even go to the funeral.

  “Yeah. Apparently, she isn’t doing so well.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “She has cancer, and the doctors say she doesn’t have long.”

  “Fuck. So why did she call you?”

  “My little brother Greg, he won’t have anywhere to go after she passes. There is no other family. She asked if I would let him move in and be his guardian until he is eighteen.”

  “How old is he now?”

  “Seventeen. She said the state would force him into a home unless I took him.”

  The question wasn’t if Jordan would take him in. Of course, he would take care of his little brother. Jordan was hesitating for another reason.

  “You’ll be good for him, Jordan. He’ll have a hard time and you can help him,” I said.

  “Yeah,” he said and knocked on the wood table before standing.

  I rubbed my face as I let everything sink in. I managed to put Isabel’s situation out of my mind for a while. It was nice not to think about the world before she came into it. I lik
ed to pretend that the lie was real and she had always been a biker babe. I didn’t want to think about the life she’d left behind. While I wanted her out of danger, I couldn’t help but wonder if she would choose her former life once she was given the choice again.

  “Rem.”

  I look up to see Isabel there.

  “What are you doing out here?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

  “I wasn’t smoking,” I said. She’d asked me to give it up because she couldn’t stand the taste when she kissed me. I understood, and I didn’t find it hard to quit. I knew I would do it eventually, and she just gave me a good excuse.

  She walked over and suddenly threw herself onto my lap. “Prove it,” she demanded with a playful smile.

  I immediately took her grinning lips with mine. The kiss was deep and wet so I could let her taste my whole mouth. She eventually pulled away, giggling as she wiped saliva from her chin. “I believe you.”

  We stared for a few moments and then kissed again. This one was passionate and slow. I tried to pull her closer but her sideways position made it awkward. She broke the kiss to quickly maneuver herself to straddle me and then pushed her body into mine. I groped her ass, pulling her tight so she would feel my cock against her cunt. She gasped into my mouth, grinding her clit against my hardness.

  “Jacob.”

  “You’re only allowed to say that when I’m inside you,” I teased.

  “Then get inside me,” she ordered.

  I stood up and sat her on the table. I had my dick out in moments, and, fortunately, her shorts were loose enough for me to pull to the side. I checked her pussy with my fingers and found her more than ready. I aligned my cock with her slit and pulled her hips into me so I slid deep.

  Damn, did she feel good, so warm and wet. I never felt anything as luscious and tight as Isabel. Granted she was the first woman I’d ever fucked bareback, but it still felt better than ten of the other bitches combined.

  I pushed forward so my shaft was completely encased inside her. Isabel whimpered and arched her back. “Jacob, wait.”

  “What? Did I hurt you?” I asked, ready to pull out.

  “No, I just want to hold you inside me for a few moments. It feels so good when you first push in, filling me up so deep. There’s nothing like it in the world.”