REIGN: A Motorcycle Club Romance Novel

by Jackson, Meg

  “Then let go of me, and leave me alone,” I said, turning back to him, hoping that he couldn’t read my face.

  “I can’t,” he said, his voice strange and somewhat strained, as though he were trying to hold the words back but couldn’t.

  “Why’s that, Gunner?” I said, still trying to put up an angry front even though I was slowly getting lost in his intense stare, which no longer looked as cold as it had at first.

  “Because that was a lie,” he said sharply; I barely had time to process the words before I felt his lips on mine. My eyes opened wide in surprise; his lips were chapped from riding, and I could feel the scrape of his stubble against my chin. But my surprise faded as I felt myself melt into the kiss, giving in to the desire that I had fought against for so long.

  His tongue probed my mouth, dancing with my own tongue as I kissed him back. His grip on my hip increased and I felt his body pressing against mine. I could feel his hard cock through his jeans as it pressed against my exposed thighs and was amazed at the length; I couldn’t see it, but boy could I feel it.

  Gunner broke away from the kiss and began kissing my neck, tracing his tongue along my skin and making me moan. I wrapped my leg around his, wanting to feel him even closer. I could feel my pussy growing wet as he released his grip, pushing my dress up around my hips roughly.

  He tugged on my panties and I unwrapped my legs, letting them fall to the floor. He was still holding my wrists above my head, but I felt his other hand gently trace my thigh upwards towards my exposed pussy. I moaned as he found my wet, dripping slit and press a finger inside me.

  “You’re so wet,” he whispered in my ear, sending shivers through my body as his hot breath snaked around my ear.

  “What’re you gonna do about it,” I said in a low voice that I could barely recognize as my own; I was amazed at my own response to the crass statement, and it seemed to surprise Gunner, as well. He pulled back abruptly and looked me in the eye. His blue eyes were wild with desire as he held me against the wall.

  “I’m going to fuck your brains out,” he said, snarling. The animalistic look on his face turned me on even more than the bold promise.

  “Prove it,” I said, matching his stare, still amazing myself with my own bravado. I’d never been a big fan of sex, and never felt a desire like this before. There was something in the way he looked at me, how much he wanted me, the fact that he was so wrong, that turned my will to jelly and drove me to the brink of sanity.

  Gunner pulled my crossed wrists down over his head, so that I was holding him by the neck.

  “Hold tight, doll,” he growled, then suddenly I felt myself lifted into the air. With my back pressed against the wall and my arms around his neck, Gunner supported my weight with just one hand, using the other to unzip his jeans. I wrapped my legs around his waist; I could feel the head of his throbbing cock around my slit and my pussy was actually aching from need. I moaned and grabbed him tighter, pulling him towards me by his neck, as he slipped into my soaked pussy.

  I could tell he had a long cock from the bulge I’d felt, but I’d had no idea just how massive it was. I could feel my pussy stretching around it as he pressed into me; it was like nothing I’d ever felt before. He slowly began thrusting into me, holding me with two hands now as I clung to him and tried to comprehend the sensations pulsing through my body. I could feel his cock deep inside me, penetrating me farther than I’d ever been before, hitting something deep and low inside my pussy that felt like heaven with each thrust.

  I felt my face beginning to burn as he pumped into me, each stroke causing my heart to race faster and faster. I couldn’t help but cry out each time he pierced deep inside me.

  “Oh, oh, fuck, oh fuck Gunner, fuck me, please, oh god,” I groaned with each thrust. I could feel the heat radiating throughout my body and a rising pressure inside me as he began to thrust faster and faster. Each stroke was building the pressure more and more, and I opened my eyes wide in disbelief. Gunner was grunting and pressing into me quickly now, his huge cock stretching my pussy to its limits. I clenched him tighter to me.

  “I want to feel you come on my dick,” I heard him whisper into my ear, but could barely process the words before I felt a strange tension take hold of all my limbs. I was burning up at that point, and I felt like I was going to explode from the pressure emanating from my pussy.

  “Gunner, I…fuck….I think….I think I’m commm-” I started to say but never managed to complete the sentence as the tension in my limbs turned to waves of pleasure. Like a fever breaking, I felt all the blood in my body cool suddenly as I shuddered and cried out in ecstasy; my pussy clenched and pulsed around Gunner’s cock as he slammed deep inside of me, holding me tightly to him as my body shivered and shook on his dick, ripples of electricity flowing through me as I came. I dug my nails into his back through his shirt, unable to do anything but clutch him to me and pray that the feeling would never end.

  As the tide of pleasure began to ebb, I felt my body relax and I realized I was panting heavily. I could still feel my pussy vibrating slightly around Gunner’s still-hard cock as he held it deep inside me.

  “That’s a good girl,” he whispered into my ear, then suddenly released his grip on me. I stumbled as my feet hit the ground and landed crouched down, Gunner’s massive cock gleaming with my own juices right in front of my face. I looked up at him, still enflamed with desire. He began slowly stroking his cock and I realized that he wasn’t finished with me.

  Looking at his engorged dick, I knew what he was expecting. I was struck with fear; did he really expect me to be able to take all that in my mouth? Even as the thought went through my head, I felt myself gravitate towards his cock, the thought of his dick in my mouth turning me on in a way I’d never known before. I hated blowjobs, usually, but something about the idea of licking my own juices off Gunner’s cock had my heart racing once more.

  I raised myself on my knees and looked up at Gunner as I slowly took the head of his cock in my mouth. I rolled my tongue around it slowly; he groaned and when I looked up I saw his head thrown back. His pleasure inspired me and I took more of him into my mouth, running my tongue along the wide vein on the underside of his cock as I slowly bobbed up and down.

  I took a little more each time, but I wasn’t even halfway down when I felt his cock hit the back of my throat and make me gag. I grabbed the bottom half of the shaft and started pumping slowly, using my own saliva to lubricate his dick. I began sucking what I could of his cock earnestly, taking in as much as I could and rolling my tongue along it as I moved back and forth.

  I felt his hand on the back of my head, controlling my pace. The whole sensation, Gunner’s cock in my mouth, his hand on my head, drove me crazy, and I found myself grabbing at my own pussy as I sucked him off.

  My fingers found my clit and I began rubbing it wildly, making fast circles around it. Each circle incited miniature shocks of pleasure throughout my body. I’d never masturbated before, but it came as naturally as my first orgasm had moments ago. I found myself torn between my own pleasure and giving Gunner’s cock proper attention. Looking up at him, I saw that he was looking down at me and smiling. He lowered his other hand to my head and grabbed it roughly.

  With one hand on the base of his cock and one hand rubbing my clit, I was actually grateful when Gunner started mouth-fucking me, using me as a toy, thrusting his massive dick into my throat. I could feel that same tension beginning to rise in my body as I rubbed my clit faster and harder, relishing the feeling of Gunner’s cock in the back of my throat and his strong, rough hands guiding my head up and down his shaft.

  After a few moments, I could feel a change in his pace, and could feel his dick throbbing and straining in my mouth. I closed my eyes as he pumped into my mouth, holding my head halfway down the shaft. I could feel tears form as I gagged on his cock but it only served to make me even hornier as I felt heat flowing through my body.

  He pumped his hips against me, the head of his cock
entering my throat again and again as I began to shake. I could feel myself getting tense all over and knew I was going to climax soon; suddenly, Gunner pulled my head even farther down the shaft.

  “Fuck yes,” he moaned, and I felt hot spurts of cum hitting the back of my throat. That was enough to send me over the edge and I resisted the urge to bite down as another orgasm ripped through me, sending jittery bursts of energy and pleasure to every inch of my skin. My clit jumped and throbbed underneath my fingers as Gunner unloaded what felt like gallon of cum into my willing and eager throat.

  I swallowed heartily, lost in my own climax, and could only gasp when he finally pulled out, trailing a few drops of cum onto my face and cleavage. I collapsed onto all fours, still shaking slightly. It wasn’t even two seconds before I felt Gunner pulling me to my feet.

  “That’s the only time you should kneel before me,” he said, his eyes piercing mine. If I had had time to worry about being used for a one-time lay, the way he looked at me then would have chased all those fears away.

  ~ 9 ~

  “You WHAT?” Ace cried in Gunner’s face.

  “I couldn’t…I couldn’t fucking help it, Ace. I haven’t felt this way towards a woman in...goddammit, I can’t even tell you!”

  “So you go and sleep with our hostage? She polish your knob real good? And now you want to make her one of us? You’re out of your damn mind, Gunner. You can’t do this; she ain’t cut out for it. She’ll go squealing first thing once you let her out. She’ll be running down that road like a bat out of hell. You done it this time, Gunner. I knew we should never let anyone your age in charge. Dammit!”

  “She won’t run, and she won’t tell, once we tell her the truth!”

  “Oh, the truth. The truth will set you free, huh? The truth will make that bitch shut up? You got a funny notion of the power of the truth, Gunner.” Ace was pacing behind the bar. “I need a fucking drink.”

  Ace poured a generous glass of whiskey for himself. Looking at Gunner, he sneered and poured a second glass.

  “You can stop this now. It was one time. You can let go. Let someone else film the damn videos. Fall out of her life. Make her forget you. Never see her again. We can make that happen,” Ace said, rubbing his head after taking a long drink.

  “Ace, I can’t do that. I…I love her,” Gunner said, swilling a good portion of his own glass. Ace looked at him and shook his head.

  “You are a damn fool, Gunner. You figure it out then. But just so you know, if that…if that bitch brings us down, we’ll throw you to the flames and save our asses. ‘Cause that’s exactly what you’re doing to us right now.” Ace slammed the rest of his drink before picking his helmet up off the bar and heading towards the door. “You figure out something good, boy. For your own damn sake.”

  Gunner stared into his glass, swirling the brown liquid around and around. He looked up, watery-eyed, and took a long sip. Then he looked out towards the shed.

  ~ 10 ~

  It was a full day before I saw Gunner again. At first, I felt certain he would come back and let me out. Then, as time passed, I grew nervous. What if I’d been wrong? What if this was a one-time thing? What if I’d just allowed myself to be used by the very person who was holding me captive – like Stockholm syndrome? Eventually, amidst alternating waves of anger and sadness, I fell asleep.

  The next day, I woke up alone in the room. I knew that it should probably be about time for someone to come in with food; I’d started eating after the third day, when the hunger pains got too much for me. But the hours just stretched on with no visitors, no food, no Gunner. Until eventually, I heard the door open.

  “I have something I need to tell you,” Gunner said as he entered the room. He sat down heavily on the plastic folding chair set in front of the mattress. I looked up at him and could see pain and confusion in his eyes. It scared me; I knew that he wasn’t about to tell me something good.

  “You…you can tell me,” I said cautiously.

  “It’s about your father,” he said slowly. I felt a jolt of panic run through me. My father? Was he dead? Was he sick? Was he not going to pay the ransom? I waited as Gunner sat, silent, apparently deep in thought. Every moment that passed was like an eternity.

  “He’s not going to pay the ransom, Serena,” he said, finally looking at me with honesty in his eyes. Okay, okay, don’t panic, it could be okay, he could be saying that they’re going to let me go, he wouldn’t hurt me, okay, I thought as my breathing sped up and my heart raced.

  “Are you going to kill me?” I asked, blatantly. I figured it was really the only way to go, to ask straight out. He was silent for a moment, studying me.

  “No, Serena. We’re not going to kill you. Your father is not going to pay the ransom because there is no ransom. We didn’t take you as a hostage. The job that we did for your father? This is it. This is the job. He paid us to take you. To scare you. Into obeying him, I guess,” Gunner said. Each word washed through me like water.

  I couldn’t even begin to understand what they meant, couldn’t process what he was telling me. My own father had me kidnapped? He wanted me to suffer in this dirty little room, sleep on a moldy mattress, fear for my life? He hired someone to bash me on the head, to hurt Juliana? Gunner studied my face, watching my reaction. He must have noticed as my confusion gave way: first, to relief, then to sadness, then to anger.

  “Why would he do this to me?” I cried out as tears began to fall, unbidden, from my eyes.

  “He said you needed to learn a lesson. We don’t ask questions. We just take the cash,” Gunner said. Suddenly, my anger took over.

  “And you? You knew this whole time? This whole time we were talking, and I confided in you, you knew? You knew and you didn’t tell me? How could you – how can you sit here and tell me this so calmly? Like it’s good news? I trusted you!” I screamed at him, standing up. Now I was looking down on him, my fists rolled into balls of rage. I could see the way my words hurt him but didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything in that moment.

  “I know, and that’s why I’m telling you now. We were supposed to release you in two days, and you were never supposed to know,” he said. I began to pace back and forth, seething. I felt betrayed and horrified – both by my father and by Gunner. “But, Serena….”

  “Don’t. Just don’t…just…please…” I said, my words and thoughts breaking down as I looked at him. I felt my anger begin to slip away as a tired sort of sorrow filled me. I sat down on the mattress and held my head in my hands. Gunner got up from the chair and came to sit down beside me. He put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close to him. Despite everything, his hand on my shoulder still filled me with comfort, and desire.

  “I’m not mad at you, I’m just so…so hurt…” I said between sniffles.

  “I know,” Gunner said, and I felt him rest his chin on the top of my head. “I know.”

  We sat in silence for a long while, Gunner holding me as I thought about what I’d just learned. Eventually, my thoughts were drawn away from the past and towards the future. Looking up at him, I couldn’t help but ask.

  “What happens to me now?” Gunner looked down on me, his eyes soft and warm.

  “Now, we are going to leave this room. I am going to take you next door; I live right here, right next to this shed. You are going to take a shower. You are going to lie down in a real bed, with real pillows and real blankets. That’s what’s going to happen now.” The thought of taking a hot shower and laying down in a bed made me cry again, but this time it was from happiness. I didn’t care what would happen to me after all that. I just needed something to hold onto in the moment, and having some semblance of humanity was enough.

  ~ 11 ~

  Gunner led me out into the blinding daylight; I blinked rapidly, my eyes unaccustomed to sunlight, only the single bulb of the shed where I’d been kept. When I could finally focus, I saw that we were in a sort of dirt parking lot; there was a large building, a bar, with beer signs on the
windows, with many motorcycles parked out front. There was no sign of life except the distant, soft din of men yelling and laughing inside the building.

  Gunner led me around to the back of the bar; there was a staircase leading up to a door. I supposed he lived above the bar, to keep an eye on everything, and be available at all times. I figured him for the leader.

  Gunner’s room, beyond the door, was small but cozy. The walls were painted a dark green, and there wasn’t much furniture: a bureau, a loveseat, a desk. But the bed was gigantic and looked like something out of a catalogue, with beautiful wooden posts and an old quilt for bedding. I was shocked at the contrast between Gunner’s hard exterior and the room he chose to live in: I was expecting empty liquor bottles everywhere, cigarette burns on the carpet, and posters of chicks on bikes.