Free REIGN: A Motorcycle Club Romance Novel by Meg Jackson

but you won’t. Trust me. Nasty guys down there at
the border. You don’t wanna risk your pretty little
neck. Let me get it all set up for you. C’mon, let me be a good Samaritan. You
did me a favor tonight, let me repay you,” he said, opening his eyes slightly,
looking at me through the corner.

 
    “What kind of favor did I do you tonight? Seems like you did all the
work,” I said, unable to keep the blush from my face and the excitement from my
voice as I remembered what had brought us to our current, naked, lounging
state.

 
    “Just trust me, you done me a whole lotta good,” he said, suddenly reaching out and grabbing me around the shoulders,
pulling me into his broad, tattooed chest. I breathed deeply, savoring the
smell of him, the musky, leathery odor, so masculine and rough. They should
bottle that scent, it’d get guys laid a whole lot more than Axe.

 
    Suddenly, the alarm clock next to the bed went off. I looked over; it
was 8am. I’d set the alarm as soon as I’d gotten into the room, meaning to be
on the road as soon as I could. 8 was the latest I’d wanted to sleep. Now, I
hadn’t slept at all. Regardless of whether or not I wanted to take Reign up on
his offers, I wouldn’t be going anywhere that day. Not on zero hours of sleep.
Not with my mind as screwed up as it was.

 
    “Shit,” Reign said, rolling over. “Is it morning?”

 
    The heavy curtains blocked the entirety of the sun, keeping us in the
illusion of constant evening. I nodded, suddenly feeling very, very tired.
Reign’s hand crept up my thigh, slowly. My body shuddered, but I put my hand on
top of his, halting his progress. I couldn’t do that again now, as much as my
body might want it. I needed sleep, and a shower, and time to think without
oxytocin flooding my neurons.

 
    “Sorry,” I said, hoping to sound as genuine as I felt. “I need…I need
to be alone for a bit. I didn’t realize…”

 
    He nodded.

 
    “Sure, you had yourself a hell of a day. Don’t worry about the room;
no one gonna come kick you out. I’ll make sure of
that. You get yourself some sleep.”

 
    I could hear disappointment in his voice, but his eyes were all
understanding. It almost made me want to change my mind. But, no, I needed to
deal with my shit. Reign rolled out of bed, landing on his feet like a cat, his
magnificent manhood dangling between his legs. It would have looked comical if
it didn’t flood me with memories of what he’d done to me with it.

 
    I clenched my legs together, biting the inside of my cheek as I
watched him get dressed. His lean, toned, gorgeous, tattooed, hairy, oh-so-edible
body disappearing one garment at a time. I just sat there in the bed, covered
to the chest, watching him, hoping that I’d get to see him without his clothes
again sometime. If I was going to be there another night…

 
    “Mind if I come by later?” he asked, the question sounding not like a
question at all. He knew the answer. Damn, but that cockiness was just as hot
as his body. It was different from Jeremy’s confidence, which was inflated
beyond reason. It was a cockiness that was backed up by…well, cock. There, I
said it.

 
    I nodded. “Much later,” I added, meaning to sleep the whole day if I
could. I needed it.

 
    “Trust me, I won’t be opening my eyes before 9,” he said with a
chuckle.

 
    “Are you…are you sure I’m safe here?” I asked, panic setting in as the
warmth of his body left the bed. When he’d been lying next to me, it was easy
to chase away my fear. Now, I was going to be alone again. Alone in this room,
with no one to protect me.

 
    Images of the body under the mattress in the other room, Jeremy’s
squad car pulling up, the cocaine stashed in the drawer, my phone in pieces on
the passenger seat of the car, began to flash in my head, as though I’d blacked
out for the past twelve hours and was trying to piece everything together bit
by bit. Reality came in a