Page 43 of Madness & Mayhem
“Reign,” I mumble. He glances at me for a moment, his eyes flaring when he sees my naked body. I gesture down to my chest, and he tilts his head to the side, when Kyler and Archer start barking through the phone again, and his mind is once again on his conversation.
“Give me your coordinates,” Archer snaps.
Reign shakes his head before Archer has even finished talking. “You aren’t fucking coming here, Archer. Fuck that. You’re just going to bring trouble.”
Archer curses under his breath. “Fuck you, Reign. I’m done with your shit. Tell me where you are so we can quit with this back and forth shit.”
Reign glances over at me, and my heart swoons at the way his hardened face tenses, the sharp cheekbones along his face enough to cut glass. “Fuck you, Archer.” He hangs up the phone, and I step forward, a sudden chill filling the air. Goosebumps break out along my skin, and I swallow down my fear.
“What do you think they want?” I whisper.
His fingers fly across his phone. “I don’t know.”
I shuffle forward again. “What are we going to do?”
His eyes lift toward mine, though his face stays tilted toward the floor. “I’m going to let them come here and hope I don’t have to kill any more of my fucking friends.”
I swallow over the lump in my throat. “You’re going to let them come here?”
A few more seconds and he drops his phone to his side before he shoves it into his pocket. “There’s only one way to find out what he needs. I have to, Lakyn.”
I nod, knowing he’s right. Could Archer fuck us over? Completely. But honestly, he would’ve done that already if that was his plan. The fact that he wants to come over here randomly tells me he isn’t looking to screw us over, but maybe help us.
At the end of the day, Archer is my best friend, and he won’t fuck me over.
With a sigh, Reign rips his sweatshirt off. Walking over to me, he shoves the hoodie over my head. I shove my arms through, my hair slipping across my face. He steps forward, brushing the strands off my face. “I’ll have to go and get you some clothes.”
“And stop ruining mine.” My eyebrow lifts.
His head cocks to the side. “I’ll cut off every scrap of clothing if it means I can have what’s underneath.”
My chest thumps inside my chest, and the heat between my legs begins to throb. Reign knows me, and he can see the way my face heats, the way my body responds without him even touching his skin against mine.
“I’d fuck you again right here, right now, Lakyn, but I’ve gotten to the point where I’ll kill anyone if they see you naked, and my ass won’t be able to handle it if Archer or Kyler walk in here and see your fucking legs spread with my cock sliding between your creamy thighs.”
I let out a whimper.
He steps up to me, his fingers sliding past my jaw, curling into the messy strands of my hair. He pulls my head to the side, my eyes cocking just below his. He stares down at me, his head hovering above mine.
“You’re mine, Lakyn. This time I’m not letting you go,” he growls.
“I don’t want you to,” I croak.
His free hand slides across my lips, and he dips them around my chin, sliding down my neck until his fingers span around my throat. He grips me tightly, and my eyes dart between both of his, seeing the possessiveness, the darkness lingering in the depths.
“Fall with me, Lakyn,” he rasps.
I press on my tiptoes, gaining height until our lips are barely grazing. “I’ve already fallen,” I whisper.
He lets out a growl, dropping his lips to mine, and I can feel the passion, the desperation and need in the way his lips connect with mine. His lips mold to mine, and I slide mine against his. I moan into his mouth, and he kisses me deeply, giving me all the emotions he isn’t able to say. He nudges my lips open with his, sliding his tongue between them. They become tangled, tousling together, my tongue gliding against his quickly, aggressively, as our heat becomes a combustible fire that is unable to be tamed.
His hands slide around my waist, around my hips, and his fingers curl around my thighs. He lifts me into his arms. I circle my legs around his waist, holding him tightly as he stomps across the living room. We end up at the couch we slept on, and he spins around, sitting down, his back slamming against the back of the couch. I burrow my fingers in the back of his hair, tugging on the long strands as I grind myself down on him.
His hands fall to my ass, and he slides them beneath the fabric of his sweatshirt. My skin feels like it’s on fire, and I can’t help the whimper which cracks from my chest.
Knock, knock, knock.
I let out a groan at the same moment Reign’s head slams against the back of the couch.