Endo (Full Send #2)

Chapter 36

36

REIGN

My Angel - Prince Royce

This is going to be fun.

Lena’s competitive streak is one of my favorite things about her—not that I’d ever tell her that. She’s already in full swing, tossing playful jabs at Cece while her golden hair glints in the sunlight. There’s a fire in her that’s impossible to miss, and I can’t help but watch her like she’s the only thing that matters.

“ ?Oye, mija !” Cece yells, planting her hands on her hips like she’s starring in her own soap opera. “You better say goodbye to your pride, because I’m about to crush it!”

Lena smirks, rolling her eyes in that way that says she’s about to tear Cece apart. “Big words for someone who nearly flipped hers last time.”

“That was strategy !” Cece fires back, clutching her chest dramatically. “I was just giving you amateurs a chance to feel like winners.”

Bexley crosses her arms, a smug grin pulling at her lips. “Sure, Cece. Let’s call it strategy. Totally intentional.”

Revel’s been lounging by the life jackets, but this is his moment to strike. He straightens, tossing Cece a wicked grin. “Was it strategy, or were you just showing off for me? Be honest, Cece.”

Cece spins on him, her dark eyes flashing with that unmistakable spark of Latina fire. “For you ? ?Ay, por favor ! You couldn’t keep up with me if I gave you a head start and a GPS, papi .”

Revel smirks, leaning against the nearest post like he’s got all the time in the world. “Careful, Cece. You keep calling me papi like that, and I might start thinking you actually like me.”

Cece narrows her eyes, her smirk turning razor-sharp. “You? Pfft . Not a chance, papi . But I’ll let you keep dreaming—it’s cute.”

Revel shakes his head, grinning. “You know, Cece, your attitude only makes me like you more.”

“And your persistence,” she shoots back, smirking, “makes me wish I had earplugs.”

Wolfe, who’s been watching the chaos with a drink in hand, raises his cup in a mock toast. “Honestly, I’m just here to see who wipes out first. My money’s on Cece.”

“Oh really? Coming from the guy who wouldn’t even touch a jet ski last time,” Cece retorts, pointing an accusing finger at him.

“Hey, I’m a spectator, not a participant,” Wolfe replies smoothly. “Someone’s gotta stay dry and keep their dignity intact.”

“You mean stay lazy,” Sayshen cuts in, grabbing a life jacket. “At least I get out there, even if I suck at it. You don’t even try.”

Wolfe smirks, unbothered. “I prefer to admire from a distance. Makes me look smarter.”

“You mean lazier,” Sayshen mutters, shaking his head as the group laughs again.

Before Wolfe can fire back, Bexley steps up beside Sayshen, wrapping her arms around his neck and flashing him a playful grin. “Oh, please. I remember the last time you took me out on one of these,” she says, her voice flirty and teasing. “And for the record? You definitely don’t suck at it.”

Sayshen’s brows lift, a cocky grin spreading across his face as he wraps an arm around her waist. “Yeah?” he says, his tone dripping with that smooth confidence that only Sayshen can pull off.

“Mm-hmm,” Bexley hums, her eyes sparkling as she leans in closer.

He smirks, his hand dropping just low enough to slap her ass lightly. “Good to know,” he says, biting his lip as she laughs and swats his chest.

The banter keeps flying, everyone throwing their best shots, but my focus keeps drifting.

It’s Lena.

She’s right in the middle of it all, her eyes bright and her grin sharp, tossing jabs and laughing like she was born for moments like this. There’s something magnetic about her, the way she comes alive when she’s surrounded by this chaos. I can’t stop watching her, like gravity’s pulling me in whether I like it or not.

“You’re all talk, celona mou ,” I say, stepping up behind her, my voice low enough for just her to hear.

She turns to me, her brows lifting, her mouth twitching like she’s already planning her comeback. “Excuse me?”

“Let’s see if you can actually back it up,” I say, smirking.

“You’re on.” Her grin sharpens, her eyes narrowing with that competitive spark that drives me insane—in the best way.

The rest of the group doesn’t hesitate to jump in, grabbing jet skis and making their way to the water. Revel and Cece are already bickering over who’s going to win, while Wolfe and Sayshen trail behind, throwing out sarcastic commentary.

“We’ll meet you two at the cove!” Cece calls, already climbing onto her jet ski. “Try not to embarrass yourself, Reign!”

“Not a chance,” I reply, slipping off my shirt and tossing it onto the dock before following Lena to the last two jet skis.

She doesn’t say anything as she climbs on, but the way she throws me a look over her shoulder says enough.

We push off from the dock, the engines roaring as the group takes off toward the open water. Lena and I hang back, her jet ski cutting through the waves with practiced ease.

“Try to keep up!” she shouts, glancing over her shoulder with a smirk that makes my chest tighten.

“Keep up?” I call back, gunning my engine to close the gap. “I’m letting you think you’re winning!”

She sticks her tongue out, weaving through the waves with a confidence that leaves no doubt she knows exactly what she’s doing. The spray of water glints in the sunlight, catching on her hair and her skin, and I can’t take my eyes off her.

When she veers to the left, I follow, pushing harder until we’re side by side. She glances at me, her smirk widening as she cuts sharply in front of me, kicking up a wall of water that soaks me completely.

“You’re such an ass!” she yells, her laughter ringing out over the waves.

“You love it!” I shout back, grinning as I chase her down.

We dart away from the group, the noise of their engines fading behind us as we weave through the water. Eventually, Lena slows, cutting her engine as we glide into a small, shallow cove. The water here is calm, the sunlight filtering through the trees above and reflecting off the vibrant coral below.

She slides off her jet ski, landing lightly in the water.

“What are you doing?” I ask, watching as she slides into the water without hesitation, her golden hair clinging to her back as she wades closer to the coral.

She glances over her shoulder, her eyes glinting with something playful, something warm. “Come here,” she says, waving me forward, her tone softer now. “I want to show you something.”

I kill my engine, slipping into the water after her. It’s cooler than I expected, the kind of refreshing that pulls a low sigh from my chest after baking under the sun. I follow her toward the coral, and when I get close enough, she points toward a cluster of it, her voice tinged with excitement.

“See that one?” she asks, motioning to a rounded formation that glows a pale green under the light. “That’s brain coral. And over there, the one that looks like a fan? That’s sea whip coral. They’re alive—part of an entire ecosystem.”

Her voice is soft but vibrant, every word filled with the kind of passion she rarely lets anyone see. Her eyes light up as she talks, and I can’t stop staring. This is Lena when she’s unguarded, raw and real, and it hits me like a punch to the chest.

Before I can reply, a shadow glides past us. A sea turtle, its massive shell glinting in the sunlight, moves gracefully through the water, oblivious to our presence. Then, in the distance, a pod of dolphins cuts through the waves, their sleek bodies moving in perfect harmony.

“It’s like magic,” Lena whispers, her voice barely audible over the soft lapping of the waves.

“Yeah,” I murmur, though my eyes aren’t on the dolphins.

They’re on her.

She steps forward, her focus still on the water, but the moment she plants her foot on a slick rock, her balance wavers. Her arms flail instinctively, and without thinking, I reach out. My hands grip her waist, steadying her before she can fall.

“You alright?” My voice is lower than I intended, rough with the tension that coils tight in my chest.

“Yeah,” she breathes, her gaze snapping to mine.

And just like that, the world stills.

The sound of the water, the distant calls of the dolphins—it all fades into the background, leaving just us. Her hands rest lightly on my forearms, her skin cool and damp against mine. Her chest rises and falls, every breath syncing with my own, and I can feel the quick, frantic beat of her pulse beneath my fingertips.

“Lena,” I whisper, her name catching in my throat, heavy with everything I want to say but can’t.

She doesn’t move, doesn’t pull away. Her eyes search mine, wide and uncertain, but there’s something else there too—something that has my grip on her tightening, my thumb brushing the curve of her waist.

Her lips part, her breath hitching as the space between us crackles with tension. She’s so close I can feel the heat of her skin, the faint scent of salt and something sweet lingering in the air. My thumb drags along her side, slow and deliberate, and the soft hitch in her breath sends a surge of heat through me.

“Reign...” she starts, but her voice falters, trembling like she’s not sure she should say my name out loud.

I don’t let her finish. My hand slides from her waist to her cheek, cupping her face as I lean in. I pause for half a second, giving her the chance to pull away, but she doesn’t. Instead, her hands move to my chest.

The kiss starts slow, tentative, like neither of us is sure we’re allowed to have this. But the second her lips part beneath mine, the dam breaks. It’s messy and desperate, all teeth and tongue, a clash of need and frustration that’s been building for too long.

Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as I back her against the rock. The water laps at us, forgotten, as my free hand trails down her side, slipping beneath the edge of her bikini top. Her skin is warm, soft, and the quiet whimper that escapes her lips sets my blood on fire.

“Fuck, Lena,” I murmur against her lips, my voice thick with need as my hands span her waist, holding her steady against the smooth stone. “You feel like everything I didn’t know I needed.”

Her breath catches, and her nails scrape down my shoulders, leaving faint trails of fire in their wake. “You’re one to talk,” she fires back, her voice shaky but full of heat.

I kiss her harder, deeper, my lips moving along her jaw to her neck. The faint taste of salt lingers on her skin, and when her head tilts back, giving me full access, I press open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive curve of her throat. Her body arches into mine, her chest brushing against me, her breath hitching as my fingers find the clasp of her life jacket.

“Off,” I mutter, my voice low and rough.

She shrugs it off with practiced ease, tossing it onto the rock behind her. Her dark eyes stay locked on mine as I trail my fingers down to the strings of her bikini top.

“You want this?” I ask, my tone a growl as I tug the knot loose. The fabric falls away, revealing bare, damp skin that gleams in the sunlight.

“Yes,” she breathes, her voice trembling.

Her hands slide to my shorts, pushing them down as her fingers graze against me. The contact pulls a low groan from my chest, but I don’t let her get too far. I grab her wrists, pinning them gently to the rock.

“Not so fast, celona mou ,” I rasp, a wicked grin tugging at my lips. “I’m in charge here. You take what I give you. Understand?”

She nods, her eyes wide, her lips parted in a soft gasp.

“Say it,” I command, my grip firm but careful as I lean closer, brushing my lips against hers without kissing her fully.

“I’ll take what you give me,” she whispers, her voice breaking.

“That’s my girl,” I murmur, releasing her hands and trailing my fingers down her body. I slip beneath the waistband of her bikini bottoms, sliding them down her legs until the water carries them away.

I position myself between her thighs, my cock hard and aching as I grip myself, teasing her entrance with the tip. I circle her slowly, deliberately, letting her feel every inch without giving her what she wants.

Her nails dig into my shoulders, her hips shifting instinctively. “Reign, please,” she gasps, her voice desperate.

“Not yet,” I growl, holding her still as I watch her squirm. “You don’t come until I say. You understand me, Lena? You’re mine now. Completely mine. Aren’t you, celona mou .”

“Yes,” she breathes, her voice shaking.

“Damn right, you are,” I growl, pressing the head of my cock just inside her, enough to make her gasp but not enough to satisfy. “But I want to hear you fucking say it. Who do you belong to, Lena?”

“You,” she whimpers, her nails biting into my skin. “I belong to you, Reign.”

Her words snap the last thread of my control. I push into her slowly, inch by inch, letting her feel every part of me as I fill her completely. The way her body clenches around me pulls a guttural groan from my chest, and I bury myself to the hilt, holding her there.

“God, Lena,” I rasp, gripping her throat gently, my thumb brushing along her jaw as I pull back just enough to thrust into her again. “That’s it. Fuck, your pussy takes me so well.”

Her head falls back against the rock, her lips parted in a silent cry as her hips move in rhythm with mine. My free hand slides between us, finding her clit and circling it in slow, teasing strokes.

“You feel that?” I murmur, my tone low and rough as I roll my hips, driving deeper into her. “This pussy belongs to me, Lena. All of it—every inch of you, mine. And I’m going to make damn sure the ocean you love so much knows it. Scream for me, baby. Let it hear who owns you.”

Her cries grow louder, her nails scraping down my back as her body tightens around me. “Reign,” she gasps, her voice desperate.

“Not yet,” I growl, slowing my movements just enough to keep her on the edge. “I’m in control here. You don’t fucking come until I tell you. Got it?”

“Yes,” she breathes, her voice breaking as she clings to me. “Please, Reign. Let me?—”

“Not until I hear you beg,” I cut her off, my grip tightening slightly on her throat as my thumb presses harder against her clit. “Beg for it, Lena. I want to hear how much you need me.”

“Please,” she cries, her voice raw and trembling. “Please, Reign, let me come. I need you. I need this. Please.”

Her desperate plea undoes me. “That’s it, baby,” I murmur, thrusting harder now, my movements relentless. “Come for me. Let go. Show me who you belong to.”

Her scream echoes over the water as her release crashes over her, her body shaking in my arms. The way she tightens around me, the way her nails dig into my shoulders—it pushes me over the edge. I thrust into her one last time, spilling into her with a guttural groan that’s almost animalistic.

For a long moment, the world is nothing but the sound of her breathing, the feel of her in my arms, and the steady rhythm of the waves around us. I press my forehead to hers, brushing her damp hair back as I whisper, “I’m never letting you go, Lena. You’re mine. Always.”

Her blue eyes meet mine, and there’s no hesitation as she replies, her voice soft but steady, “Good. Because I don’t want you to.”