REGGIE

Have you ever met someone so fucking full of themselves that it almost seems like your duty to knock them down a few pegs? Like, literally, punch them so hard in the mouth that they choke on their own bullshit and see things in a different light? Because that's precisely the way I felt about little miss public relations. Even down the fucking pink stripe in her hair. Did she really think that shit was cute? Because it might have been in middle school, but on a fucking adult? A supposed professional, at that?

Okay, okay, I might have liked her little pink stripe. But because it was next to her fucking face, I hated it. Not to mention the doe eyes she was shooting at Brian from her perch on the arm of the couch. Matt sat on the couch near her, and I could actually see her wiggling her hips little by little so that she might accidentally fall into his laps. Oops, right? Bitch.

I cleared my throat loudly to announce my presence, and planted myself directly between Mackenzie and Brian's eye fucking extravaganza, arching a brow and shoving my hand in her face. "You must be the new PR. I'm Reggie," I said, waiting for her to either shake my hand or bite it off. She smirked up at me, ignoring my hand. I wanted to smack that bitch so hard. "I know who you are. I'm Mackenzie, but you can call me Mack." Her snotty tone almost made me lose it.

I leaned in and took my hand from her face and ruffled her hair. "Nah, I think I'll call you Mackenzie." I ignored the daggers she was shooting at me and flopped myself down on the couch next to Matt. "So this is what we've all been waiting for? A hipster to manage our personal affairs in the light of the public? Because I have to say, guys, I'm fucking disappointed," I said in a snarky tone to no one in particular, earning a warning look from Matt but a snicker from Jimmy.

Larry gaped at me from where he leaned against the counter, finalizing some paperwork or whatever it was that he did, and wisely closed his mouth before he set me off. He knew this was a delicate situation we were in, and he'd been around me enough to know that I was relentless when I was pissed. And I was seriously pissed.

Brian's eyes were locked on me from the moment I stepped into the living room, the look on his face implying that he'd rather punch me or fuck me. Either one wasn't going to happen. Ever. I winked at him, blowing a kiss when his lips turned back in a snarl, and I laughed at the comical situation. Or maybe I was just exhausted, mentally and emotionally, and I was beginning to crack around the edges. Whatever the case may be, I was pissing off little miss clipboard, and it was bringing me endless joy.

"So Mack," Brian began, his eyes still watching me as he broke the silence, "you're hear to try and control me, is that right?" I bared my teeth at him and then looked over at Mackenzie, who was undressing the shit out of him with her eyes. She played with the low neckline of her top, and chewed on her bottom lip a little longer than was fucking necessary. "I'm sure I can handle you," she purred, twirling the pink stripe around one finger.

I gagged and rolled my eyes. "Are you sure about that, small fry? He has a taste for rape and battery," I shot out, earning some gasps and groans. Except for Kayla and Cole. They were practically dying trying to keep from laughing out loud. Brian's eyes dragged from Mackenzie to me and I'm pretty sure he wanted to punch me right now. I dare him to try that shit. "I heard those rumors, and I think someone is just a little bitchy that she couldn't handle a little rough sex."

I'm pretty sure I heard a mixed review in the room, ranging from shocked gasps, to snickering from Brian, to pleas for me to stay where I was, but that wasn't happening. Before I knew it, I had thrown myself over Matt and knocked Mackenzie to the floor, my fist making contact with her nose, mouth, eyes, and everywhere else I could get it. "I'll fucking kill you, you bitch! Who the fuck do you think you are?! I'll rip that god damn tongue out of your prissy ass mouth!" I shouted, snarling and spitting as I tried to eliminate that sarcastic smile I kept seeing in my mind.

I felt large arms pulling me back, and when my vision snapped back to reality, I was looking at a bloody mess curled up on the floor, her small hands cradling a gushing nose. I tried to pull away, but Matt was too much for me to fight. Kayla was winking at me, and Cole's face was beet red from her struggle to not laugh. "Get the fuck off of me, Matt!" I screamed, trying to pull away from him, but he wasn't letting up.

"Reggie, calm the fuck down! Jimmy, help me out here, man!" Oh, so I was too much of a handful for him to contain by himself. Good. I kept my eyes trained on Mackenzie, and saw a sadistic smile spread over her blood soaked lips, her eyes shining excitedly. "Yea, let her fucking go, Matthew," she said, pushing herself off of the blood and licking at the blood around her mouth. I was seeing red as I continue to fight and screech, but I was being dragged away from the scene.

I watched Johnny reason with Larry as Brian helped Mackenzie off of the floor. I could see the bulge in Brian's pants as he watched me being pulled away, a wicked smile that reached his cold, brown eyes. He mouthed "I love you" to me, making me feel a violent wave of nausea and a renewed sense of purpose. That piece of shit. He wouldn't know what love was if it chopped his dick off and fucked him with it. That sick bastard would probably love it.

I felt myself being pulled upstairs and into Matt's bedroom, knowing this only because of the strong scent of Chanel Bleu cologne and man. He might be pissing me off right now, but that mother fucker smelled delicious. He finally released me and Jimmy stood against the door, blocking my escape route. I raked my hands through my hair, feeling like a caged animals as I paced back and forth in front of the bed. "I swear, I'll only kill them a little if you let me out now," I begged, trying to wiggle between the two of them.

Matt gently pushed me backwards so that I was sitting on the bed, and folded his arms over his broad chest. "You need to calm down, Reg. Forget about her and let's get our focus back on Lily Ann and AJ." Upon hearing my best friend's name, I let out a huge sigh and nodded, squeezing my eyes shut to get a grip on the burning rage that was boiling inside of me. "Okay, okay, you're right."

Jimmy kept his place in front of the door, but Matt eased himself down next to me on the bed and scrolled through his cell phone. He tapped Lily Ann's name and put the phone to his ear, waiting patiently. "Fuck," he muttered, pulling the phone away from his ear and trying AJ's phone. While he was playing phone tag, I was desperately sending text messages to Lily Ann's phone, trying to figure out a way to get in touch with her. If she was with Zacky, she would either be fighting for her life, drugged, or running. If she was running, she wouldn't be able to answer her phone or text, but at least she would know we hadn't given up on her.

"Um, Reggie?" My eyes shot up to Jimmy, the seriousness in his voice alarming me, as well as the fact that he rarely used my name anymore. "What's up, Jimmy?" I asked, frowning at his outstretched hand and extended finger. I followed the line that he was pointing in and gasped, pulling at the side of my shirt. It was covered in blood, and steadily dripping on Matt's bed spread. I pulled up the hem and cursed, seeing the hole from the chest tube gaping angrily at me.

"God dammit," I groaned, looking over at Matt who was staring down at my side. "Do we need to take you to the hospital?" I shook my head, not sure whether or not I should touch it. "Nah, if you can go get my bag downstairs, I've got fresh gauze and stuff to patch it up. They can't stitch it, so I'll just have to clean it up and cover it." I felt the wave of dizziness pass over me from the amount of blood I had unknowingly lost, and slumped down on the bed. "I should probably lay down for a while, too."

Jimmy nodded and disappeared downstairs while Matt made sure I was comfortable, assuring me over and over again that the blood was no big deal. When he stepped into his bathroom to gather some wash cloths, I felt my phone buzz next to me. My eyes widened and I picked it up, my bloody fingers slipping slightly, but I managed to keep my hold on it. I opened up the message and felt my heart stop.

Reg, help. At Big Bear Lake. Cabin 2304. I think it's Matt's. Hurry. - LA <3

BRIAN

I helped Mackenzie up off of the living room floor and down the hall to the guest bathroom to clean her up. Reggie had done quite the fucking number on her, and believe me, it was definitely a turn on for me. No matter what she said, I knew she missed me. Missed my hands on her fair, flawless skin. Missed my hand being wrapped up in her fire engine red locks while she moaned my name. Missed my lips on every inch of her, especially her most intimate of spots. She could delude her pretty little head with whatever stories she wanted to, but I knew she would always crave me.

I moaned, forgetting momentarily that I was only inches away from our blood soaked public relations expert. I shifted, clearing my throat, and folded my hands over the front of my jeans so that I wouldn't be screamed at for being some creeping pervert. Even though I was a creeping pervert. I looked over Mackenzie's shoulder into the mirror, her reflection staring back at me with small, playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. What's this?

Without thinking, I reached forward and rested my hands on her small hips, her smile growing with ever caress of my fingers. She gently blotted at her face with a white wash cloth, barely removing the blood that had marred her pretty features. Well, I wouldn't exactly say marred. If anything, the blood caused her eyes to shimmer brighter, her skin to look whiter, and her brown hair to look somehow softer. I ran my tongue along my lower lip and she continued to stare me down.

I felt her right hand gently encase mine at her hip and gently pull it forwards toward her core. My breathing remained steady as she captivated me with her eyes, the look in them so intense, almost scary, but ravishingly beautiful. She licked gently at the blood at the corner of her mouth, drawing out the action to make it much more sexual than it should have been. As soon as her tongue disappeared behind her lips, my fingers whispered along her dripping slit, the delicate lace material of her panties soaked.

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding and tripped my fingers over her folds, allowing her to lean her head backwards against my chest as I fondled her, but her eyes never left mine. Her glossy lips parted and she let out a shuddering breath before reaching over and shutting the bathroom door, her deft fingers flicking the lock into place just as my middle finger disappeared into her depths.

Her eyelids fluttered and she bit down on her lip, her right hand gripping my wrist as if to keep it in place near her snatch, and the other reaching up to trail her fingers lazily through the still wet blood on her chest. Who the fuck was this woman, and where in the hell did she come from? She may very well be a PR specialist, but she was something different. Something special. The gleam in her eyes was just as haunted and predatory as the look in my own. Maybe even more so.

I leaned my head down to bite her shoulder, my eyes cast upwards to hold her gaze in the mirror, as I slipped my index finger into her entrance and began flicking both fingers against her most sensitive spot, while my thumb rolled against her throbbing clit. Her breath was coming out in broken gasps and muffled moans, and her ass moved rhythmically in time with my fingers. I bit down on hard on my lip to stifle my own moan as I felt my erection begging to be released.

I finally couldn't take it any more. I shoved her forward, not caring whether she hit the mirror or not, and jerked open my belt and jeans, freeing my member and groaning at the sudden disappearance of my rough jeans on the sensitive skin. I could feel it pulsating, desperately needing release, and rammed myself without warning into her sweet, warm pussy.

"Ah, fuuuuck," I moaned, gripping her hips tightly and digging my fingers into her. I'm sure it was painful, and I knew I would mark her. Did I care? Not one fucking bit. All I cared about was emptying myself into her tight snatch. When I looked back into the mirror, I caught her eyes and rammed myself into her hard. "Ah, does someone like that dick?" I whispered, one hand reaching up to coil itself into her brown tresses.

She moaned, no longer trying to stay quiet, and gripped the edge of the counter, her head bent backwards and her body help up on tiptoes as she struggled to arch her back enough to catch the full length of me. "Y-yesssss," she hissed out, shoving her hips backwards to meet the force of my thrusts.

I released her hair and slid it to her neck, the slickness of her blood-soaked skin making the action even more erotic than it already was. We moaned together and thrusted in sync with one another, my pace faltering much quicker than it ever had. No words were needed. The only sounds that could be heard was the slapping of skin against skin, hissing and grunting, and the seductive, throaty sighs that Mackenzie would release every time I would release my tight grip on her windpipe.

The orgasm ripped through my body, catching me off guard, and I hunched over her body, my arms wrapping around her for stability while an animalistic snarl ripped from my chest. The heated look between us as we stared at our sweaty, breathless reflections was indescribable. It was dangerous. It was sexual. It was hatred. It was beautiful. It was rage. It was fire. It was ice. It was passion.

Suddenly, without another word, she reached down and pulled her panties up, her body releasing mine in one swift motion. She flashed me a devastating smile and began washing the blood from her skin furiously, the sexual tension flowing from the room like a deflating balloon. I stood behind her, confused and aroused, and pulled my jeans up, securing my belt back into black and straightening my shirt.

I opened the door and she winked at me, but there was nothing sexual about her look. It was more like she was a good friend that was happy to see me, but her voice was nothing but professional. "I can't wait to begin on your public relations, Mr. Haner. I'll meet you all back in the living room when I'm done here."

I stared for a moment, standing dumbfounded in the hallway while she resumed her cleaning. If I hadn't known better, I would say she had already forgotten what just happened and didn't even acknowledge my presence. Who the fuck was this woman?! Shaking my head, I ran a hand through my hair and walked towards the kitchen silently. As I turned the corner, I ran smack into Jimmy's chest, a bag in his hands and a look of concern on his face.

Before I could say anything, his eyes traveled over my face and down to my chest and he arched a brow. "Fucking the help?" He asked, a gleeful twinkle in his eye and a grin on his face. I frowned and caught my reflection in the mirror, examining the smeared blood on my chest and mouth. I shrugged and shot him a wide smile, walking past him into the kitchen.

While I couldn't let go of Reggie, I couldn't get the visual of Mackenzie moaning out of my mind. Oh well. I cleaned an apple off and bit into it, sighing as I leaned against the counter. Looks like I've found a distraction while I figure this shit out. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and looked down, noticing it was from Zacky.

I bit into the apple and opened the message, my eyes widening. I sat the apple down on the counter and snatched my leather jacket off of the back of the dining room chair, swinging it on as I left the house and slid into my Audi. I opened the message one more time, my lips twisting in a sneer.

Lily Ann and AJ are fucking gone. Get here NOW. - ZV

Notes

I couldn't help myself. I needed some smut in my life, and thought you ladies did too. :)

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