Yours Completely (Reign 2)

With a groan, his body tensed, and he hugged me close as his cock twitched and jolted inside of me. I could feel his release through the condom, it was so powerful.

My entire body turned to liquid and I laid there, spread over him, and wrapped up in his strength.

My eyes were heavy, my body slaked, and my emotions fried. But I was in control.

I snuggled closer, his arms keeping me tight within his grasp.

Reality hit me hard:

Cal let me come to him, let me be who I wanted and have at him the way I wanted. But in the end, he pushed my body to new heights while containing me within his grasp.

I may have been on top, but I was not in charge.

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I quietly pulled on my shirt and zipped my jeans so slowly…watching Cal the entire time, and hoping I didn’t wake him.

He’d fallen asleep not long after the mind-blowing sex we’d shared, and I wasn’t sure what to do now. Did I stay the night? Was that allowed? I at least wanted to make it to the bathroom and freshen up, then come back and talk to him.

Good plan.

It was getting lat

er, and soon I was sure the crew would be coming down the hall to their own rooms to turn in. I needed to make it to the bathroom, then back to Cal as quickly as possible.

Tiptoeing out of the room, I closed the door behind me and let out a sigh when I saw a desolate hall. Just a few long strides and a hard right would take me to my destination. It also happened to be away from the area of the house everyone was hanging out in.

I hustled, while staying as quiet as I could. The end of the hall was in sight.

Hard right—

“Hey there,” Rhett said. “Didn’t know you were still here.”

Shit!

“Yeah, I ah…just was chatting with Cal about a few things.”

He nodded, but his expression told me he didn’t buy my story for a second. I felt the urge to run a hand over my hair, but it wouldn’t help. I was caught. We both knew it. Now it just depended on how gracefully I’d get out of this.

“Did you like the ladder?” he asked.

“Yes, it was fun.”

The way Rhett looked at me was odd. Not in a creepy way, but like he wanted to say something, then didn’t. But he wasn’t moving.

“I appreciate your help in making that happen. It’s not every day I get to see the whole city from a hundred feet up.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty cool.”

“Well, I was just heading—”

“Hey, Lana,” Rhett said, cutting me off. Something like pity streaked over his face. “The guys will be coming this way. You may want to go out the back if you don’t want anyone to see you.” He pointed in the opposite direction near the garage area. “The gate is still open from earlier.”

I swallowed hard. I was about to tell him I was just going to the restroom and then heading back to Cal, when I realized that the situation I was in didn’t look good. He thought I was trying to sneak out. Maybe I should be. Because maybe that was the routine?

I didn’t know what to think, or say. If I thanked him for trying to keep my presence a secret that just confirmed that it was what I was doing. Sneaking out. Suddenly I felt…awful. I didn’t know how to do this. How to have sex with someone, try not to feel, then walk away. It had taken me a long time to come to the realization that sex didn’t have to be a dirty thing…so, why did I feel dirty?

Because I’m making myself feel this way.