Reign A Romance Anthology - Nina Levine Page 0,367

I repeat, do not call them that.”

I pull out of his grip. “It’s not like I was going to go question them.”

His hands grasp the sides of my neck, a smile still playing on his mouth. His face is so close, our lips could almost kiss.

“It’s a club. A motorcycle club.”

“Okay.”

“Tell me you’ve heard of The Kingsman?”

When I don’t reply, he continues. “Maybe Sons of Anarchy?”

Oh riiight.

I slap his chest and stage whisper, “You said this was a safe place.”

He captures my hand. “Sofia, look around. Has anyone bothered you since we came in? Half these guys are my brothers. You are safe. Trust me.”

Looking around the bar, I realize for the first time that I'm having fun. No pressure to behave, to be the perfect daughter. Everyone has been so nice and friendly, including the lady in the bathroom who offered me her lip gloss. I feel as if I’m in a different world, and I'm loving it.

Turning back at a smiling Jett, I return his smile.

“I do trust you.” I lean my face close to his. “Do you want to be the one to teach me how to play pool?”

He puts his arms around my hips, crushing me to his front. “I’m the only one who’s going to teach you,” he growls.

He kisses my cheek, shocking me, his soft lips lingering there for a little longer than normal, sending electrical shocks down my body. He pulls back but keeps his arm around my waist and walks me to the back of the bar.

The guy from earlier, Ryder I think it was, smirks down at me. Gosh, these guys are tall. “Changed your mind, sweetheart?”

“No, she hasn’t,” Jett answers with a tone of authority in his voice.

I step out of his arm. “I can answer for myself.”

“Feisty. I like that in a woman. You sure you’re not sick of this guy yet?” Ryder takes a step closer to me, and I don’t realize I'm moving closer to Jett until his arm goes around my shoulder, tucking me into him.

“I think the lady’s decided.”

“All right, I know when to back off. Me and Jake here were about to start a new game. Want to play a game with us?”

I see a guy with long brown hair and a smirk on his face wave a triangle in the air.

“You’re on.”

We take a few steps to the table, but I spin in Jett’s arms, my hands on him, stopping him. He watches my fingers, which seem to have a mind of their own, tracing from his flat abs up to his chest, across…

“Oh, oops,” I squeak out when I realize they’re wandering around his body.

His hands take mine, and he places them back on his chest. “You can touch me whenever you like, princess.”

Oh, uh. “You do realize I don’t know how to play.”

“Yeah, I kinda got that when you said you want me to teach you.”

“So, you're okay with losing?”

“Oh, we won’t be losing, mark my words.”

“Come on, lovebirds, are we playing or not?” Ryder calls from behind me.

Jett takes one of my hands in his and walks us to the table. He sits down on a stool near a high table and pulls me to stand between his spread knees. I allow it. It feels nice, like he’s looking after me. I love how openly affectionate he is. He seems to always find reasons to touch me. It makes me feel desirable and cared for. Something I’m not used to feeling.

I relax into him, resting my back against his chest, my bottom pressing at the junction of his spread thighs. His extremely hard, muscular thighs that feel too good.

Who the hell have I become?

I like this laidback Sofia.

“Have you seen this game played before?” he says into my ear as his hand glides over my side to rest on my stomach.

I shake my head and struggle to hear the rules he is telling me, as every whisper in my ear, paired with his hand sitting on my tummy, is distracting me. But not nearly as much at the hardness I can feel from under me. I try to wriggle away from him, but his other hand meets the one in my front and pulls me harder against him.

He growls in my ear, “Princess, you need to stop moving.”

I halt my movements.

Ryder and Jake return to us with a tray of beers and shots.

“What’s in this?” I ask, standing up when Ryder hands me a shot glass. It’s filled with a