Page 22 of Reign (Kings of Chaos & Mayhem #8)

Jameson

Songs you can come talk to me anytime you need. I’m a good listener. I just don’t have patience.” I laugh, and she smiles.

“Thank you, Jameson. I appreciate your kindness.” She nods again, taking Hazel from my arms.

“Be a good girl for Auntie O. See you soon, Babygirl,” I tell her, and they leave the room.

I should give Hayden a little visit at the Dungeon.

I’ve been meaning to go see Axel. Fuck it.

Surprise visit it is; then I gotta meet up with Ryder and help him with the contractor that keeps screwing him over.

So, before we have any more bloodshed, I offered to get it sorted.

Shutting off the light, I lock my workroom door and climb into my Ram.

Ever since Spade was arrested, we’ve been slowly moving into the compound, which is great as it gives us more space with the kids growing rapidly and now Ophelia living with us.

Or maybe it's just me, and I needed more space.

Sighing, I pull out of the garage, circle around the driveway, and head out of the gates.

Just as I turn onto the highway, my phone rings.

Pressing the button on my steering wheel, I answer.

“What’s up, Ryder?” I ask.

“Can you meet me at the clubhouse? This motherfucker is giving Slash a hard time, and I’m ready to just shoot him and call it a day. He isn’t listening to what we want for the rebuild,” he informs me, and I smile.

“Yeah, I’m on my way now,” I tell him, and the call ends. So much for going to Daggerspoint. I guess Hayden gets to breathe another day.

Pulling through the gates of the clubhouse, my phone rings again. Pressing the button, I answer.

“Hey, Princess. Everything okay?” I ask.

“Yes, Caveman. Just letting you know I’m with Big Man at the Mill. Getting the shipment ready for tomorrow's drop,” she says, and I smile.

“Thanks for letting me know. I’m at the clubhouse,” I tell her.

“Please don’t kill anyone,” she sighs, and I laugh.

“Can’t make any promises. What time will you be home tonight?”

“I’m not sure. Big Man arranged Fight Night, so I’ll be here watching that,” she says, and I raise a brow even though she can't see me.

“Are you fighting?” I ask, and she sighs again.

“Dario won’t let me,” she whines, and I smirk.

“And why is that, Princess?” I ask as I hear rustling on her end and a door swinging open, then the sounds of hurling. “Jade, baby. Are you okay?” I ask, but all I hear is rustling. Ending the call, I scroll down to Dario.

“Yo, what’s up?” he answers.

“Where’s Jade? I was just talking with her, and I think she’s throwing up,” I say, and he growls.

“Yes, she’s been doing that all morning. She says she feels fine. I thought maybe it was a stomach bug or food poisoning with the amount of times she’s been in the bathroom today,” he says.

“Does she have a fever?” I ask, and he laughs.

“No, and she’s giving me a hard time about not letting her fight tonight,” he tells me, and I grin.

“I know. She was telling me what was going on, but then she started hurling.”

“I’ll go check on her. I’ll keep you updated,” he tells me.

“Roger that. Talk soon,” I say and end the call.

Tucking the phone in my jacket pocket, I hop out of the truck and head for the double doors.

Swinging them open, I hear shouting coming from the direction of the bar.

Walking quickly towards a short man I see there, I grab him by the back of his neck and slam his face against the bar.

The sound of his nose crunching against the wood spreads a smile across my face. The prick didn’t even hear me coming.

“I don’t know who you are, and I don’t really give a shit; you’re fired.

So take your tools and your broken nose and get the fuck out of here before I chop you up into little pieces and send you home in ziplock bags,” I spit, releasing the man.

He lifts his face from the bartop with narrowed eyes, picking up his hammer, and swinging it at me.

I rear my arm back and jab him in the nose, laughing while his head snaps back and blood sprays against my chin.

“Don’t make me tell you again. This is a fight you will not win.

Get out!” I growl, pointing to the door.

He side-eyes me then looks at Ryder, giving him the finger, and just as I’m about to go remove it from his hand for the disrespect, Slash presses a hand against my chest.

“Let him go; it’s not worth it. He’s a miserable piece of shit,” he tells me, and I nod.

“Fine,” I say, fixing my shirt. Ryder throws me a wet rag, but I don’t catch it. I just let it hit me in the chest and fall to the floor. “Was that even clean?” I ask, and he rolls his eyes.

“Duh, you asshole. Why would I toss you a dirty one?” he asks, and I shrug, bending down and picking up the rag. I throw it at him as Slash hands me a new one. I wipe my hands and face and then set it down on the bar top.

“What is it that you want to do here? What was so difficult that the idiot wasn’t complying?” I ask, and Ryder shakes his head.

“A lot. He wanted to change the whole blueprint, not understanding that what I'm asking for is temporary, that in the end this place will be a bar open to the public, but for now, it needs to be more of a community center for women and children. I want to put in two bathrooms and convert the chapel into several bedrooms. I also need an office and an updated kitchen. I want the outside yard landscaped with bushes, flowerbeds, irrigation, and a playground for the kids. I need the paver guys to come in and asphalt the parking lot and make actual parking spots, and where the shop is I want to update it a bit. I’d still like to do repairs, especially because we mule. I can hide the drugs better than anyone around here but the Cyprus Brothers. So when they aren’t around we have another option,” he says, and I nod.

“Alright, let me make a few calls and I’ll see who can come in today to give us estimates, but show me your vision, Ry.

Let’s walk around,” I suggest, and he nods, grabbing a beer and handing one to me.

I take it and follow him outside. The last time I spoke with Spade, he told me to fuck Ryder, that it was okay with him to keep his man satisfied while he was gone.

I’m down for it, but Ryder keeps me at a distance.

I’m so lost in my head that I slam right into the back of him, dropping the beer onto the grass as I grip his hips to steady myself.

His body goes rigid when I don’t immediately take my hands off him and press myself against his back, subtly running my nose against his neck.

“Sorry, guess I wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking,” I whisper against his ear.

He shivers at my words as my hand trails up his ribs.

“You smell good today, Ryder,” I tell him as the little vein in his neck beats rapidly.

I slide my tongue against it, causing him to moan as my fingers trail from his ribs down to the front of his belt.

“You gonna let me get a taste today?” I whisper, but he steps away, clearing his throat and walking over to the rundown playground.

“I want all of this removed and redone. Instead of metal, I’d like the kids to have a wooden swing set like the ones they have at the elementary schools,” he says, not making eye contact with me. I nod, letting him know I’m listening even if I want his lips wrapped around my cock, gagging for air.

“What else do you want?” I ask, letting my upper lip curl a bit.

His eyes slam to mine, and all I see is lust burning in them, which tells me he knows exactly what I meant.

He looks away and keeps walking around the back of the building.

Looking around, I see no one so I take this chance to slam him against the building, smashing my lips against his roughly while my hand sinks into his jeans, wrapping it around his hard cock.

Our tongues fight for dominance as he groans into my mouth while I pump him slowly.

His body quakes as he pulls me closer, cupping my dick.

“You know you want to cum, Ryder,” I breathe, biting his bottom lip.

“Fuckkk, Jameson. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” he says, and I grin.

“Mmm, let me make you feel good,” I whisper as he presses his lips against mine, giving me the okay to do as I please.

I use my other hand and unbuckle his belt, undo his button, and pull down his jeans.

Spinning him, I press his face against the building before ripping down his boxers and kicking out his legs.

“Take a deep breath, baby,” I warn, spitting on my fingers and rubbing them against his asshole.

I take my dick out and run the tip between his cheeks, spitting on the tip before sinking into him.

I groan, reaching around and wrapping my fist around his waiting cock.

“Holy fuck,” he groans as I pump him while slamming in and out of his tight hole.

“Take it like a good little bitch,” I grit, biting my bottom lip. “Fuck you’re so tight,” I praise, pulling out only to slam back into him. I tighten my grip, running my thumb over the tip of his dick. He whimpers with every swipe.

“Fuck yes. Harder, Jameson. Fuck me harder,” he begs.

“I love when you beg for it. Your ass takes me so well, my little bitch,” I growl, snapping my hips while pumping him faster.

“Shit, fuck. I’m going to cum,” he whines as he shivers. I swipe my thumb once, twice, three times before his whole body convulses and he tightens his ass to the point where I can’t thrust any more.

“Goddamn Ry—So. Fucking. Tight.” I moan, biting my lip as he cums so fucking hard into my hand.

He pants as I continue to assault his tight hole.

I bring my cum filled hand up to his mouth as I snap my hips, brutally fucking him.

“Lick it,” I order, feeling his warm tongue trace the bottom of my wrist all the way to the tip of my middle finger.

My balls lift and I roar my release, nutting deep inside him.

I slow my pace, still fucking him as he cleans himself from my hand.

“Fuck, Ryder. Your ass doesn’t want me to leave it yet,” I pant, trying to catch my breath.

“So don’t,” he tells me, and I smirk.

Nothing like fucking my brother’s boyfriend on the side of a building until we have nothing left to give.