Page 17 of Reign (Kings of Chaos & Mayhem #8)

Jade

Love the knife bounces beside him on my, once beige now red, carpet.

Ryder lowers his weapon, placing it back into his holster.

I narrow my eyes and charge at him, but Spade snakes his arms around my waist, pushing me away.

“Calm down and help Jay,” he whispers, leading me away from my brother.

“Why did you do that?” I yell, and he shakes his head.

“If I didn’t, he would’ve, and I wasn’t letting him die on my watch,” he says as tears fall down my cheeks.

“Fuck!” I yell. “What do we do now?” I ask as Spade places me down on my feet and we check Jamie’s vitals.

“He’s still breathing. The bullet grazed his shoulder,” he says, looking up at the wall, pointing at the hole. I take a deep breath and rest my head against Jamie’s chest.

“You stupid man. I swear to God! Why can’t we ever get it together!”

“Do you guys think he needs to be admitted? I’ve never in my whole life ever seen him like this,” Dario says, and I lift my head with narrowed eyes.

“We are not sending him back to that fucking place. We help him. We hire out and bring them here. He is not leaving!” I snarl.

“Jade, baby. He needs fucking help!” he says again, but I shake my head.

“You didn’t lock me up when I needed help!” I spit, and his eyes widen.

“You didn’t need help like he needs it. It’s different, and there was no way in hell I would ever send you to the Institution. None of us could be away from you for that long. But Jameson needs psychiatric help. More than we can provide,” he pleads, but I stand my ground.

“I’m not repeating myself. You want him to see a shrink? Then call one to come here, but I am not putting my husband in a mental institution that his piece of shit father runs with my aunt. Are you not paying attention? This is what Dalton wants,” I yell, looking dead into Dario’s eyes.

“Fine, but I’m changing the code to the safe. He isn’t allowed near any weapons until he’s stable enough to be trusted,” he states, and I nod. Looking back at Spade, I see he is already stitching Jamie up as he hands Ryder the bloody gauze.

“Jesus, you work quickly,” I say, and he smiles.

“Doc McStuffins to the rescue,” he mocks, and I shake my head.

“Alright, let's lift him onto the bed, and I’ll start an IV drip. I think the adrenaline and his mind fucking with him is what caused him to black out, not the graze of the bullet,” he orders, and the others help lift Jamie into our bed.

I decide to go take a shower for the second time tonight.

I’m utterly exhausted and cannot wait to lay my head on the pillow.

Hours later, I wake up to an arm snaking around my waist. I groan, hoping it’s not time to get up just yet.

“Shhh, Princess. It’s just me,” he whispers, and my eyes snap open, so I spin around in his hold, looking into his eyes as they mirror against the moonlight shining through the enormous windows.

“Are you okay, Jamie? You scared the shit out of me,” I whisper, running my hands down his face, making sure he’s truly here next to me.

After I got out of the shower earlier, I kicked everyone out for the night so I could be with Jamie by myself.

With a few growls and complaints, they respected my wishes and left me be.

I replayed all the things this crazy man said, and with many of the things being true, it doesn’t make a difference.

I know this man, I know for a fact that if he were of sound mind, he wouldn’t harm any of us.

“I’m sorry, Princess. Please forgive me,” he asks, pulling me closer to him. Lifting my leg, I wrap it around his hip and press my lips against his. I need him to feel how much love I have for him.

“Jamie, I fucking love you. I love you and all your faults. You know that,” I say, placing my hand over his chest. “You know in this big cold heart of yours that those things you felt, the things you said, the things you were thinking are not true. I need you here with me. I want you here every fucking day, Jamie. I can’t live without you,” I tell him, and he leans in, taking a deep breath, inhaling my scent.

“Baby, I know. I think I—I don’t know what I was thinking. It was all flooding so fast,” he says, and I grab his face, rubbing my nose against his.

“Jameson. Hear me loud and clear. I love you! I’m not going anywhere, and neither are your brothers. We accept you for who you are. Stop questioning that. Please,” I beg, and he kisses my lips softly, wiping the tears away from my cheeks.

“I know, but sometimes I feel like if I left you all would be happier. That I’m nothing but a burden,” he whispers, and I shake my head as more tears fall from my eyes.

“Don’t cry; I hate when you cry. The only time I want to see tears is when I’m ruining your mascara from gagging your throat,” he growls, making me chuckle.

“Also, I didn’t take my pill tonight. If having a baby with me is so important to you.

, then let’s do it. I don’t want you to ever think I don’t want to carry your child.

I just wanted time, Jamie. Time to heal my body a bit and maybe not have milk constantly leaking from my tits,” I groan, and he laughs.

“But I love it. I love seeing you waddle around with a big belly. You look the sexiest when you're pregnant,” he confesses, and my eyes widen.

“Really? I thought you all would think I’m fat and disgusting with all these stretch marks.”

“Never, Princess. Haven’t you noticed how feral we are for you?

No matter how you look. We fucking love every inch of you, baby, and those marks are war wounds.

We know it's difficult carrying another life inside you. But fuck, Jade, you’re breathtaking,” he whispers as his hard cock pokes the seam of my shorts.

“Mmm, much like you three covered in blood. I just wanna jump your bones after a gunfight.” I smile as his grin widens.

“So you don’t hate me for everything I’ve done?” he asks, and I shake my head, pulling his face closer to me.

“Never Jamie. I know it wasn’t your choice. You were manipulated and have been all your life. So how can I hold the man I love—the man I know with my whole fucking heart would never purposely hurt me—accountable for the actions someone else forced upon him?”

“I don’t deserve your kindness, Jade. I really don’t, but I’m also selfish and will never give you up, baby.

I fucking love you with everything I am,” he says, and I reach up and kiss him, swirling my tongue against his as he sucks mine, flicking the tip causing me to rub myself along his length.

He groans, sliding his hands through my messy hair, then pulling it to give him better access to my mouth.

I whimper, rocking my hips as I sink my hand into his sweats, running my hand down his shaft, wrapping my fingers around his girth.

“Don’t, baby. I—”

“Shut up!” I tell him, pushing him onto his back and straddling his waist as I continue to stroke him.

“You’re not playing fair, Princess,” he moans as I circle my thumb around the tip.

“I never do!” I pant as his hands pull down my tank top, exposing my bare chest. He leans up, taking my nipple between his teeth, rolling the tender flesh as his warm tongue flicks the tip.

“Harder, Jamie,” I moan, as he lifts his hips, pulling down his sweats so I can free his cock while he sinks his teeth into my nipple causing some milk to dribble, making him lick up the mess.

“Mmm, sweet as sin,” he growls, gripping my hip as he switches to the other nipple.

“I want you inside me, baby. Please,” I beg, and he growls, sending shivers up my spine as I reach down and move my shorts to the side, sliding my needy cunt up and down his length, soaking him.

“You look so pretty when you beg,” he groans, and I roll my hips faster so my clit hits the tip of his cock over and over again.

My body quakes with anticipation and want, causing me to moan loudly.

“I can’t hear you, baby,” he says, his fingers digging into my hips as he licks and bites my chest, up to my neck, sinking his teeth into my bottom lip.

“Yes, fuck. Just like–”

“Jesus, Princess. You’re soaking my cock and I’m not even inside you yet. Fuck!” he rasps, lifting my hips and slamming me down onto him.

“Fuckkkkk,” I moan, throwing my head back as he grips my ass cheeks, spreading them apart and slamming up into me. My tits bounce in his face, and he licks every inch of me before shoving his face between them, moaning.

“Shit, Jade. This tight cunt loves to ride my cock.” He growls, biting down on my nipple, forcing me to cry out.

“Yes, yes—harder, Jamie. I'm going to cum so hard,” I whine, rolling my hips, but he flips us over and lifts my leg to rest on his shoulder as he wraps his hand around my throat, fucking me relentlessly.

“Take it, my dirty little slut. Fucking take my cock,” he growls, and I moan, tightening around his length. “Goddamn, you feel so good, Princess.” He moans deep in his chest.

“I'm going to cum so hard. Oh my God,” I scream, digging my nails into his chest, chasing my orgasm as my body convulses beneath him and my vision bursts with black dots.

“That’s it, cum for me, baby. Soak my fucking cock,” he grits, biting his bottom lip, and reaching down and flicking my clit as my movements become erratic and my body litters with goosebumps.

“Fuck, I’m cumming, Princess.” He growls, digging his fingers into my hips so hard I’m sure there will be marks tomorrow.

I moan, reveling in the feel of his cum filling me, causing another orgasm to hit me fast. I grab my tits, rolling my nipples as he pinches my clit, pulling it as I gush all over his lap, soaking him and the sheets.

He falls limp against my chest as sweat pours down his back.

I pant, trying to catch my breath. He rolls us onto our sides, his fingers slowly moving up and down my back, soothingly, and I sigh.

“I love you, Mo Gra,” I whisper, kissing his chest.

“I love you more, Princess. Now rest, becauseI’m not finished with you,” he whispers back, causing me to giggle. I listen to his heart beating in his chest as my eyes begin to get heavy and I yawn, shutting them, letting sleep take over.