Page 11 of Wild Night (Vicious Reapers MC #2)

CHAPTER TEN

POSEY

His head is on my stomach, and my fingers sift through his short hair. With my knee cocked slightly, my naked body beneath him, his strong arms wrapped around me, and his leg hitched up on mine, I close my eyes, relishing in this sweet moment.

Lucian never cuddled with me, not like this, and no other guy has, either. I’m not sure what it is that I’m feeling right now, but maybe this is what content feels like. It’s hard to describe, but there is a warm, buttery feeling deep in my belly.

It’s amazing.

He shifts his head, turns it, and touches his lips to the middle of my breasts, then flicks his gaze to meet mine. “Tell me something,” he demands.

I blink, flicking my gaze down to his before I shift it to the ceiling. I’m not sure how to respond to that. What do I tell him? I can’t tell him I’m married. I can’t tell him about my parents. He knows more about my sister than I do. He already knows my job… what the hell am I going to tell him?

I got nothing.

“About?” I ask the ceiling.

He hums, his lips brushing the skin at the side of my breast. When he talks, it’s against my flesh, and my whole body breaks out in goose bumps as his warm breath washes over me. Closing my eyes, I try to keep from physically reacting, but I fail.

My pussy clenches and my lower belly dips—I want him again.

So bad.

Too bad.

This could be dangerous. This is starting to slide right past something fun and exhilarating, something physical, and turning into feelings.

I definitely should not be feeling things for him.

At all. I came here for help, or at least to have the time and space to be able to devise a plan for myself.

What I didn’t come here to do was fall for another guy.

I need to be single for the rest of my life. That’s what I need.

“What do you want me to tell you?” I ask.

He doesn’t speak right away. His silence would be deafening if my heart weren’t beating so loudly that the blood rushing through my body sounds like drums in my ears. Then I feel his lips on my nipple, and he kisses me there.

I’m brought back to reality; the pounding in my ears stops, and my eyes slide closed. I wonder if he’ll abandon the question, and we can just replace it with more sex that I could get down on. My pussy aches, but I could rally again.

Against my silent hopes and wishes, he releases my nipple and lifts his head. My eyes open as I look down at him.

“Tell me something about your life, princess.”

I snort, sliding my fingers through his hair, tugging on the ends and looking into his eyes. “How are you supposed to be this dangerous man when you’re so damn beautiful you make my whole body ache?” I ask softly.

Ivy’s lips twitch into a smirk. “I’m asking the questions.”

“All I ever wanted to be was the exact opposite of my parents,” I whisper my confession as if, somehow, my dead parents will hear me and come back to haunt me.

His brows snap together. “I’ve only wanted to be happy.

Maybe have children who I love. Bake cookies on school days, take them to the park, hug and kiss them. ”

“You never had any of that?” he asks.

Shaking my head, I pinch my eyes closed to keep tears from rolling down my cheeks. I don’t want to think about it because thinking about my childhood doesn’t just make me sad; it makes me think of my sister.

The way she ran away as soon as she could, and I never saw her again. The pain she must have felt. And the fear. God, the fear she no doubt felt for years… decades even. She had a baby, a life, and I didn’t know her.

She was the one person I looked up to as a kid, and I didn’t get to tell her that. I never got to hug her. It’s heartbreaking as an adult, but as a kid, it was devastating.

“Our parents were abusive and cruel. Love wasn’t said, and it certainly wasn’t shown. My sister ran away for a good reason. I never blamed her for it. I wish that when I was a little older, I would have been brave enough to run away myself and go find her.”

Ivy shakes his head. “You’re lucky you didn’t.”

“Why?” I demand on a whisper.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Nobody told you?”

“I knew she had Dakota young,” I say. “But what else?”

He clears his throat, and I expect him to move off me, but he doesn’t. Instead, his muscles flex, squeezing me, but he doesn’t release me. His eyes hold mine, our connection causing my belly to flip, then flop.

I know that this conversation is definitely not a turn-on, but that doesn’t stop biology and the way I want him. He watches me for a moment, the silence surrounding us as I wait for him to tell me and, at the same time, fight my urge to tackle him.

“Your sister was living in a cult.”

“A what?” I ask.

“Figured Dakota told you. It’s where she was raised.”

IVY

As Posey stares at me, her lips parted and her eyes wide, I fucking regret this whole thing.

I shouldn’t have mentioned her sister at all.

I should have tried to get information on the past few years, not her childhood.

I fucked this up, and at the same time, I want to kiss her and fuck her so that she forgets it all.

I want to make it better.

“Wow,” she breathes, finally speaking.

“Honestly, I thought you knew. I wouldn’t have said anything otherwise.”

Pushing off her, I roll onto my back, but I don’t let her slide out of bed or even move an inch away from me. Wrapping my arms around her again, I pull her against my side and touch my lips to her forehead. I close my eyes as I kiss her there. As she lets out a heavy sigh.

“I didn’t,” she exhales. “I just… what happened to Dakota there?”

I don’t know if I should even tell her anything, but at the same time, I need to earn her trust, and what I don’t need to do is have her focusing on that part of the past. Especially the shit she can’t go back and change. The shit she had no control over.

I pull her over my body until she straddles me, her hands on my chest. She dips her chin, her eyes looking down at me. Wrapping my fingers around her waist, I grip her, holding her to me. I can feel the warmth of her pussy against my lower stomach.

“You can talk to Dakota about that, but as far as I know, she was good.” She nods her head, pressing her lips together as she rolls them. “Now,” I begin, “are you going to fuck me again?”

“Ivy,” she exhales.

“Yeah,” I grunt. “You’re going to fuck me again.”

Wrapping my arms around her, I bring her chest down so that her tits press against my bare skin. She touches her mouth to mine, but neither of us deepens the kiss. Then I feel her tongue slide across the seam of my lips.

“Baby,” she breathes, and that shit goes right to my dick.

It twitches, begging to be inside of her. I cannot believe that this woman makes me feel this way. I should fucking run, but the club is more important than my feelings. She could call me baby any minute of any day.

It’s sexy as fuck.

She’s sexy as fuck.

“Princess,” I groan. “I need you to ride me.”

Shifting her hips, I adjust her so she sinks down along my length, taking me inside of her completely. I close my eyes when she’s fully seated on me. Her nails dig into the flesh of my chest, and I clench my teeth, grinding them back and forth, wondering how long I can hold off.

I’m already ready to blow my fucking load.

“Ivy?” she calls out softly.

Opening my eyes, I look up at her. Her head is tipped, her dark hair surrounding us like a curtain. Gently, I glide my fingertips up the side of her body, cupping her tits before I slide my thumbs across her hardened nipples.

“Ivy,” she says, repeating herself as she begins to roll her hips. It’s sexy as fuck, her eyes on me, her lips parted as she breathes heavily.

My fingers flex against her tits, gripping her there as she moves. She grinds her clit against my pelvis. I watch as she sits up straight, then she reaches behind her, and her fingers grasp my thighs. Her back arches, her head falls back, and it’s the best fucking show of my goddamn life.

I would pay her for this if I thought that it wouldn’t piss her off.

Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I release her waist with one of my hands and slip it between us. Pressing my thumb against her clit, I rub firm circles there as she continues to move.

Posey is bucking, rolling, giving me exactly what I want, then she gasps, her nails scoring my thighs before she releases me, shuddering. Her entire body shifts physically, but I think that something else shifts between us, too.

Her eyes find mine, her palms pressing against my chest. “Make me come again,” she breathes.

I almost snort because that’s the fucking goal. It doesn’t take me long to give her what she wants. A few circles, a roll, and a pinch, then her head flies backward, and a moan escapes her lips as her entire body jerks above mine, her pussy pulsing around my cock.

“Yes,” I hiss as my orgasm is wrenched from my own body. Posey collapses on top of me, burying her face in my neck. Her lips touch the side of my throat before she speaks.

“I hated my life before I came here,” she breathes.

And that is the thing she tells me. My arms wrap around her, my muscles flexing and holding her close to me. “I think I might have, too, princess.”

I wish those words were a lie. But I’m telling the absolute fucking truth. I didn’t know I could have hated any part of my life. I thought I was living the fucking dream, but now I’m second-guessing it, and I shouldn’t be because this isn’t supposed to be fucking real.

Regardless of it being real or fake, we fall asleep, my cock buried and softening inside of her sweet cunt. Posey with her tits pressed against my chest and her lips touching my throat.

Fucking perfection.