Page 29 of Wild Night (Vicious Reapers MC #2)

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

IVY

Something is wrong, but my body is begging for the feel of her. That desire is louder than my good sense. I want to think that being in my forties would make it to where my brain could control my baser instincts, but I am indeed just a fucking man with a dick.

And right now, my dick wants nothing more than to be inside of Posey.

Gripping the hem of her shirt, I swirl my tongue inside of her mouth as I guide the fabric up her stomach, then her tits, only tearing my mouth from hers before I pull the shirt off. I toss it to the floor, then touch my lips to the side of her neck, burying my face there.

“Justin,” she breathes, gripping my shoulders with her fingers, digging her nails into my arms through my shirt. She says my name a second time, almost moaning it. The sound goes straight to my cock.

Devouring her neck, I lick, suck, and scrape my teeth on her flesh, wishing my mouth were between her legs instead. She whimpers, and her legs tremble. And I know I need to touch her.

She’s aching for me.

Releasing my mouth from her throat, I lift my head and look into her eyes. Her lids are lowered as she watches me through her lashes, her eyes searching mine. I don’t know what she’s looking for, but I do know that she’s searching. Doesn’t matter. She’ll find it in me or nowhere.

She’s mine now.

Leaning forward, I touch my mouth to her bottom lip, nipping at the flesh there before I shift my face and rest my lips against her ear.

“Where do you want me, princess?” I ask in a soft whisper.

My breath fans over her face, and I smile when I shift back slightly and see the goose bumps appear on her arm. She sinks her teeth into the swollen flesh of her bottom lip, her eyes still searching mine, but her nostrils flare when she breathes.

She wants me.

“Everywhere,” she breathes.

Fuck.

Yes.

She can not only have me anywhere, but she damn sure can have me everywhere. I slip off my tie then unbutton my shirt, tugging it down my arms and tossing it to the floor at the same time I kick off my shoes.

Posey reaches out and places her hand on my chest. I’m still wearing an undershirt, yet I can feel the heat from her touch sear my skin. I would be surprised if there wasn’t a red handprint where she is touching right now.

Reaching behind her, I glide my fingertips up each side of her back. Then find the hooks of her bra and unsnap them before I guide the straps down her arms, exposing her perfect fucking tits for my viewing pleasure… and my tasting indulgence.

Shifting forward, I wrap my lips around her nipple, sucking on her gently while my tongue flicks the sweet bud. Her fingers grip my shoulders as I suck and taste. Lifting my other hand to her breast, I pinch her other nipple, making sure to give equal attention to each.

Then I switch.

My mouth on the other, my fingers pinching the one with saliva on it. Posey whimpers, shifting from foot to foot, no doubt climbing higher and higher. She arches her back, her nails no doubt scoring my skin beneath my undershirt.

I don’t care—I fucking crave it.

“Please, Justin. I need more.”

Hell fucking yes, she does.

Reaching for her leggings, I wrench them down her legs, my knees bending as I let them touch the floor in front of her. She steps out of them, standing in front of me completely fucking naked—completely bare for me.

Wrapping my hand around the back of her ankle, I slide my hand up the back of her calf until I reach the back of her knee. I lift her leg, then drape it over my knee, opening her for me. Her fingers grip the strands of my hair, pulling my face closer to her cunt.

I smile against her, swirling my tongue around her clit, then flick it once before I do it again. And again. She rolls her hips forward. Fuck. Her taste floods my tongue, and I can’t believe that she’s really here with me.

Right fucking here.

She whimpers as I continue to fuck her with my tongue. She grinds herself against my mouth, and I know she’s close. Slipping two fingers inside of her, I make a come-hither motion. Posey jerks and moves against my mouth. Fuck me, but I love it. She grinds against my tongue.

She’s so fucking close. I want to taste her cum.

And then it happens. It floods my tongue. Her thighs tremble, her head falls back, and I hear it bounce against the glass before she whimpers. Fuck me. So damn good.

So.

Damn.

Good.

POSEY

Justin picks me up, pressing my back against the cool glass window, and then he’s inside of me.

I don’t know why the hell I left this man, ever.

I should have stayed right here with him.

I’ve been dreaming of this, and now I’m finally here.

His hips roll, his pelvis grinds against my clit.

I just came, but I could come again, and again, and again with this man.

I want to tell him that I love him. I want to claw his skin open and crawl inside. And I want to avoid telling him what I know I need to. Because if I don’t, I’ll hate myself. Then he’ll hate me, and whatever we could have had will never be.

So, as his hips roll as he fucks me and searches for more. As his length stretches me to the point where I feel like I’m going to tear in half. I do something that I know I shouldn’t, but my brain has left the building.

He fucks me harder and faster, his eyes never looking away from mine. His hands grip my ass, flexing against my skin as he moves in and out of me.

It’s glorious and perfect in every way, and for whatever reason, as he begins to groan, as his cock twitches inside of me, the moment he slams deep and buries himself, I blurt out the right thing but at the absolute wrong time.

“I’m pregnant.”

He lifts his head. His eyes fly to mine, and his entire body freezes as he stares at me in silence. Neither of us speaks. Which is good, because I think I’ve done enough talking in two words for both of us.

“You’re what?” His voice hitches.

I don’t know if he really wants me to repeat myself, but I do anyway. “I’m pregnant.”

Then I wonder if he thinks that I’m pregnant with Lucian’s baby or something, so I decide to tell him that he’s the father because it would be weird otherwise, at least if he thought he wasn’t the father.

“You’re the father,” I announce. He doesn’t speak. He just stares at me, buried inside of me, unmoving, unbreathing. “Justin?”

He blinks, then his eyes search my own, and he pulls out of me.

I instantly want him back inside of me. My feet land on the floor, tingling when they do.

He takes a step back from me. I can’t help but feel empty.

I almost beg him to come back to me, but decide against it.

I’ve just told him something big—huge, even.

I’ve had a few days to really let this sink in. He’s had only seconds. I have no doubt that a million jumbled thoughts are zooming in and out of his head right now. I mean, my mind is still like that since I found out, so I don’t know if it will stay that way or eventually calm down.

“Pregnant,” he says, repeating the word as he tugs his pants up. He closes the waistband, buttoning it, then pulls the zipper up and buckles the belt.

I watch him, standing completely naked as I do, waiting for him to say something else, anything else. I watch him so intently that I start to count the times his chest rises and falls with his breath.

One. Two. Three. Four…

I can’t believe this. Here I am, thirty-six years old, standing here naked and vulnerable. Watching the man I fell in love with, even though I hardly know him, breathe. I wish I could cover myself, but I’m too busy staring at him, waiting for a response, a real response. I’m frozen.

“You’re pregnant,” he says, repeating the words again. “And it’s mine.”

“And it’s yours.”

His eyes widen, as if he’s really letting those words sink in, and I watch as he lifts his hand and runs his fingers through his hair before he turns his back on me. I’m not sure where he’s going, if he’s going to walk away and leave me here alone, but I don’t speak.

Silence seems to be my thing right now, and I’m going to accept it and become one with it. At least for the foreseeable future, because I’m scared to death to ask any questions. I don’t want to say the wrong thing or make the wrong move.

Justin takes one step forward, then stops. His hand shifts from his hair, his fingers wrap around the back of his neck, then he turns slightly, his hair falling in his face a little. He looks so damn sexy, I find myself inhaling and exhaling deeply, almost panting at the sight of him.

Slowly, he faces me, dropping his hand, but his gaze never leaves mine. “You’re having my baby?” he asks.

“I am.”

I’ll confirm it for him once, twice, a million times.

Whatever he wants, as many times as he wants it.

And that goes with pretty much anything.

Justin rushes forward before I realize what’s happening, and his palms cup my cheeks.

I feel his thumbs slide beneath my eyes, and then he lowers his head, his lips touching mine.

He doesn’t deepen the kiss. Instead, he speaks against my mouth.

“You’re mine,” he says, but the words come out in a growl, and I feel it deep in my belly.

Yes.

Yes . I am his .