Page 3 of Wild Night (Vicious Reapers MC #2)

CHAPTER TWO

POSEY

The pounding in my head is a steady thump.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump .

With a moan, I roll over onto my side. When I reach out, I feel his body still next to mine. Gently, hesitantly, I place my palm against his back. His warm, smooth back. God, the muscle there. I’ve never touched anything like it in my life.

Never felt it beneath my fingertips, never kissed it, licked it, sucked on it the way I did last night.

My lips curve up into a small smile as I think about all the things we did last night. I didn’t know sex could be so amazing. That I could feel so fulfilled, I think I might be able to actually live off sex with Ivy.

He moans as he shifts slightly in the bed. He moves around, turning his head toward me, and then he opens his eyes. I expect him to smile at the sight of me beside him, but he doesn’t.

Instead, his brows knit together, almost in a frown, then he grunts before he rolls over onto his back. Pulling my hand back, I reach for the sheet and pull it up to cover my bare breasts. I watch as Ivy sits up and lifts his hands to his face, pressing his palms against his eyes, and rubs.

Wordlessly, he throws his legs over the side of the bed and stands.

I watch his spectacular ass as he makes his way toward the attached bath.

Flicking my gaze up to his back, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip.

He’s got ink everywhere. And on his back is the most intricate design.

It’s the insignia on the back of his leather vest. And it’s hot.

Once he’s in the bathroom, I roll onto my stomach and hide my face in the pillow. I cannot believe that after being celibate for two years, I had sex with this man whose name I don’t even know.

The best sex I’ve ever had.

Wild sex.

The things we did… I’ve never done before.

Not once did I worry about how I looked, how I sounded, or if I was making a funny face. If my stomach rolled out or there was a dimple somewhere on my body that he could see. For the first time in my life, I didn’t feel the need to be perfect.

I felt free with him.

He was in the moment with me.

It was the best.

When the bathroom door opens, I pinch my eyes closed and breathe. I listen to him move around the room and realize that he’s getting dressed. I open my eyes, watching him tug his boots on before he turns back to the bed.

He walks over to me, then I feel his hand grab my ass through the sheet. “Posey?” he asks.

Shifting my gaze up, I look at him. He grins then clears his throat, and before I realize what’s happening, I feel his palm land on my ass in a single slap.

“Heading out. Lock the door after I walk out. I’ll see you around.”

And then he stands up and walks out of the room. I stare as he closes the door behind him, and then I am left alone.

All alone.

That moment of bliss where I felt somewhat special is fleeting now. It meant nothing to Ivy. I meant nothing to him—a good time. One night of fun, and now it’s over. I should have understood the score, but I allowed myself a moment of hope, and that’s where I made the mistake.

It’s my mistake.

Not the first mistake I’ve made, and it will not be my last.

But here I go again, proving that I cannot choose a man. My body just went feral for this man, and he was not the right one in the slightest. What I need to do is pick someone who is the exact opposite of everything I find attractive.

Although Ivy looks nothing like Lucian or any other man I’ve been with, personalities don’t lie. And he is exactly like the others. He used me then walked away. At least he said he’d see me around.

That’s something, I guess.

I’m such an idiot.

IVY

Stepping out of the shower, I wrap a towel around my waist and walk into the bedroom. It’s empty. The way it always is. I’ve never had anyone stay more than a few hours here, and even then, I’ve never had a woman here.

This is my home, where I relax and take a deep breath. Sometimes, I bring work home with me. Other times, I just veg on the couch. A few times, I’ve had the guys over for a beer.

But as I look around, I wince at how quiet and alone I am here. I don’t want to be alone right now. I’m not sure why, but it feels… isolating. I should have stayed at the clubhouse, should have stayed in bed with Posey because I know it’s where I truly want to be right now.

Posey.

Holy.

Fuck .

I’m not even sure if I can put into words or conscious thought how she made me feel last night. I’ve never been with anyone like her before. It’s not just the sex, which was out of this world; it was the conversation.

I’m not a snob when it comes to education or anything like that.

I’ve been around some of the smartest people in the world, and they’ve acted and sounded like morons.

On the other hand, I’ve been around people who don’t even have a high school diploma and have been some of the smartest individuals I’ve ever spoken to.

But with Posey, it wasn’t about being smart or dumb. It wasn’t about educated versus uneducated. It wasn’t about religion or politics.

It was about ease.

She was easy to talk to. I don’t know what kind of shit she’s been through, but I could see there was some trauma behind her eyes, but that did nothing to diminish her sweet and soft demeanor.

A lot of bitches would probably be hardened, but not her. She’s different, and as much as I want to get to know her more, I also don’t because she’s trouble, and as a collective, we’ve had enough trouble in the club to last us a while. We don’t need any more.

Especially not any that show up in a skintight sexy-as-fuck dress with a body that, if I hadn’t known better, I would have said was not only fake but also drawn or sculpted because she doesn’t look real, not even when she’s naked.

She looks like a fucking fantastic dream.

I had almost hoped she was a bad lay. It would be easier to pretend that all I wanted was one night.

But she wasn’t.

She was goddamned phenomenal.

I walk over to my closet, step inside, and grab my boxer briefs, tugging them on before I get a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. After slipping my phone into my pocket, I make my way into the living room, then the kitchen.

I reach for a mug, tug the machine open, and drop in a pod, closing it and touching the button to make myself a coffee. Once it begins brewing, I take my phone out of my pocket and start to do some research.

Posey Bennet.

Who the fuck is she, and what are her secrets? Because I know she has them. Lots of them. Eyes don’t lie, and as a defense attorney, I’m good at seeing past whatever shields people try to put up. She’s hiding things. I just don’t know what things she’s hiding yet.

But I will figure it out.

I tell myself it’s because I want to ensure the safety of not only Dakota but also the club. I try to convince myself that it has nothing to do with me and the fact that I want to fuck her again. But I can’t even lie to myself. I do want to fuck her again. I would right now if she were here.

Doing a free and simple search, I find her almost immediately. There is an address to a rental house and a man listed under known contacts as a possible spouse. Touching his name takes me to his information page.

Lucian Whitmore.

My coffee finishes, so I set my phone down and take some creamer out of the fridge, adding too much, then stir it with a spoon. I set it in the sink before I grasp the handle and my phone, then walk into the living room and sink down on the sofa with a grunt.

Taking a sip of the hot liquid, I open the laptop that has a permanent residence on my coffee table. I log in and pull up a research website I have access to for work and type in his name.

All the information is public record. It’s just a bit easier to find it here because it’s together. They were married, but as I dig a bit deeper, I see that she has filed for divorce. He wasn’t served because he hasn’t been located.

I have a feeling that there is a lot more to this story than what I could ever find on paper. Abandoning my search for their relationship, I start looking into him. Except I don’t find much—to the point of hardly anything. I have to wonder if he truly exists or if this name is just an alias.

On that note, I pick up my phone and call the only person I know who will help me without asking any real questions.

“Ivy.”

“Piggy, got something I need on the DL.”