She glared up at me. “You can go fuck yourself, Samuel,” she sneered, for once calling me by my full name.
Goddamn, that temper and that fucking mouth.
I kissed her hard and hungrily, my tongue plundering her mouth as I gripped her waist and settled her on the clean counter. She moaned into the kiss, her mouth attacking mine just as roughly as she gripped my cut, pulling me even closer to her so my cock rested right between her soft, thick thighs.
She whined and rubbed against me, her hard nipples pushing against her shirt. I grasped a handful of each breast, kneading them. Her moan was like music to my fucking ears.
I heard the kitchen door swing open, and I jerked my head over, spotting the woman that I’d had on her knees a while ago standing there. “Get out,” I snarled at her.
I could feel Reina tensing in my arms. Part of me already knew it was too late. I wasn’t getting anything out of her right then. No amount of pleading, touching, or kissing would make this woman succumb to me again.
She shoved me away, even though the woman had walked off. I didn’t even know the woman’s name. She was new here—had only been here a week, at most.
“Reina, baby—” I started. Panic clawed at my chest. Fuck, she’d never pushed me away from her.
It was like having cold water thrown over me. I was really fucking this up with her.
Her hand smacked across my cheek so hard that it echoed in the room. Her chest heaved with anger, tears shimmering in her eyes. And she didn’t say a word as she slid off the counter and rushed from the kitchen, quietly shutting the door behind her.
I wished she had slammed it, screamed at me before leaving—something. It would have shown she still cared, that I hadn’t fucked everything up beyond repair.
Instead, she just walked out as if I didn’t mean anything to her anymore.
And that shit fucking gutted me.
2
Sam
Iwas in a pissy mood when I woke up the next morning. After Reina left me in the kitchen, I didn’t see her for the rest of the night. I figured she had holed herself up in her room, so I didn’t dare bother her. That was her sanctuary; I wouldn’t disturb her there. It was a line that I refused to cross. She deserved at least that little bit of peace from me.
Especially when I was the reason she was escaping.
River banged on my door. I heaved a sigh. “Yeah?” I called out. I was tired. I didn’t even want to get up, but if the president came knocking, you got your ass in gear.
“Church, brother. Need your presence at the table.”
I grunted in response before flinging the covers off of me. I was dressed and out of the room in two minutes. Adelaide handed me a cup of coffee on her way by, a scowl on her features. I clenched my jaw. Guess she knew Reina and I were on the outs. And if there was one thing I knew about Adelaide, she would take Reina’s side in just about everything. And on this, I couldn’t blame her. I was a grade-A asshole. Just couldn’t fucking seem to help myself where Reina was concerned, though.
Adelaide was as fearless as River. They were a fucking match made in Heaven, to be honest. And I respected her, even if she did have a tendency to put her nose in places it didn’t belong. But I knew if she thought she was protecting Reina, she’d stick her nose in as far as she fucking wanted.
I stepped into the chapel and took my seat to the left of River, nodding once in respect to Joey and Ink—respectively the president and vice president of the Sons of Hell MC. They were both wide awake, looking a lot more ready for the day than I felt. Hell, I felt like dunking my entire face into a steaming pot of coffee so I could just inhale the damn caffeine and wake my ass up.
“This is going to be short,” River started. “Adelaide is working on putting together a charity fundraiser for cancer, so try to keep your schedules as open as possible for the foreseeable future. We don’t know the dates yet.” Cancer was a big thing to Adelaide. She’d lost her best friend and her ex—who were twins—to lung cancer. I didn’t think any of us sitting at that table would ever forget her screams when Tristian had collapsed on the kitchen floor.
It was horrifying and gut-wrenching. I’d never seen someone fall apart as she had, and I never wanted to witness it again. I wasn’t a man for crying, but the way the strongest woman I knew had screamed and cried for him fucking brought tears to my eyes. Even now, remembering those horrific screams, had my chest aching.
“This morning, I need you,” River continued, looking at me, “and someone else at this table to ride out with Ink and Whiler to the warehouse to exchange weapons.” I nodded once. I was the person Ink preferred working with at exchanges and vice versa. We understood each other, though he’d definitely mellowed out a lot since he and Jessie—Joey’s twin sister—finally settled down together and started their family.
River looked at everyone. “Anyone need to bring something to the table?”
At everyone’s negatives, River slammed the gavel on the table, adjourning church. I walked out of the room, pulling my bike keys from my pocket. I caught a glimpse of Reina wiping down the bar. Unable to help myself, I ran my eyes over her. She looked tired. She had bags under her eyes as if she wasn’t sleeping well.
That shit bugged me, and I felt like it was my fault. And I hated that I could be the cause for her being unwell. But yet, I knew I wouldn’t change shit.
I was all fucked up in the head.
Shaking my head, I walked up to Tank, nodding my head once. “You up for a ride?” Tank was patched in when the Sons of Death were having a shit ton of problems years ago when Tristian was still alive. River used to be a club member of the Sons of Death back when he wasn’t ready to be the president of this club and take over after his father. But a few short months after River became president, he patched Tank over for protecting Adelaide.