Page 85 of The Riders’ Reign

Every hole is leaking cum, and I can barely even imagine how stretched and obscene I look.

But each of my guys is staring at me with nothing more than love and admiration in his eyes.

“Since we’re all naked anyway,” Ace says, after a beat for us all to catch our breath, “how about that swim now?”

My skin is sticky with sweat and cum, and I can’t think of anything nicer than the cold river cleansing me. But my legs are shaking and it feels like every bit of energy has been drained from my body.

“I’m not sure I can stand,” I admit with a shaky laugh.

Ghost gets to his feet, still naked, then bends down and scoops me up. “You don’t need to stand, baby. I’ll carry you.”

Jack joins his side. “We’ll all carry you. Any time you need us.”

“Too right,” Rook agrees then lets out a whoop and takes a running jump, landing in a cannonball in the river.

Ace gives a laugh and joins him, landing with a huge splash just inches away from where Rook is now bobbing in the water. The two of them tussle, playfighting, trying to get each other under the surface, and I’m rewarded with a flash or two of a bare ass as they go upside down in the water.

Ghost takes it slower, and he and Jack walk me into the river. The water is ice-cold, and I suck in a shocked breath, but it feels good. It washes away the cum and sweat and soothes the red marks on my skin and my poor abused holes. I’m floating on my back, with Ghost supporting my shoulders and Jack supporting my legs, and I gaze up at the blue sky, wondering if it’s possible for life to get better than this.

38

ROOK

We got back to the compound a couple of hours ago, and I’m lurking around the clubhouse.

A meeting was called shortly after we got back for everyone who is high up in the club to join Jack in his office. I wasn’t invited, and honestly, I’m kind of pissed about it. I’d thought that especially after this afternoon, with us all together, that they’d consider me as being one of them, but nope.

I think back to everything I did while Jack was in the hospital, how, even though I am technically still a prospect, I’d basically been at the helm of this ship. Wasn’t that enough to earn me the right to be a fully patched member?

I’m tempted to call them out on it, but I’m also aware it wasn’t that long ago that I defied Jack completely and went after Camile on my own. I’d seriously fucked up then, and I suppose I should be grateful that he didn’t kick me out of the club completely. I still need to tread carefully, but that doesn’t change how I feel.

“You okay, Rook, honey?”

My heart sinks a little as Charmaine crosses the bar. She’s always had a thing for me, and she’s one of those women who doesn’t seem to take no for an answer. I’d never be into someone like her. I don’t think there’s a single natural thing about her—fake tits, fake eyelashes, fake hair and nails. That’s fine if it’s what makes her feel good, but it’s not for me.

“Yeah, I’m fine, Charmaine.”

She sidles up close to me, near enough that her breasts brush against my chest, and a waft of her cheap perfume threatens to make me sneeze. I want to back away, but the bar is directly behind me.

She reaches up and drags her thumb down my lower lip. “You don’t look fine. You look sad, and I don’t like to see you sad.”

“I’m fine, seriously.”

She reaches down to squeeze my cock through my jeans. “I know how to cheer you up. My mouth around your dick would make you smile again.”

I bat her hand away. “You know I’m with Camile now, right? You can’t do that shit anymore.”

She pouts. “Camile isn’t your ol’ lady. You’re technically still a free man.”

“No, I’m not. I love Camile.”

She frowns and her lips turn up into a sneer. “But she’s fucking the prez, right? And a couple of others, from what the word around the compound says. So if she gets to fuck around, then surely you do, too. It’s not fair otherwise.”

I shake my head. “It’s not about fairness. I don’t want anyone else.”

“Bullshit. You’ll get bored of her eventually.”

I lose my temper and push her away.