Page 32 of Wild Side

She shrugs a shoulder. “Not sure what you expected me to do,” she says with a smirk.

Her brow arches as she stays where she is against the wall, her eyes on me. I don’t get too close to her, especially since I got this cigarette I’m smoking, but that doesn’t stop me from looking at her, from taking her in—from watching her.

“Don’t know what I’m doing here, babe. This is a lot to take in, and I’m still processing.”

“Processing,” she whispers. Then her teeth sink into her bottom lip, and I watch as she worries it back and forth. “I can see that. I don’t know what I’m doing either, and I don’t know what’s going to happen. All I know is that I’m scared and I’m here where I know nobody.”

“You know me,” I grunt, flicking my cigarette onto the ground.

“Do I?” she asks. “Really?”

I grunt again, except this time, I don’t otherwise respond verbally. Instead, I close the distance between us and curl myfingers around her waist, my other hand I place flat on the concrete wall as I press my hips against her belly. Lowering my chin, I shift my face closer to her.

“Zadie,” I rasp.

“Maverick,” she exhales against my mouth.

Grinding my hardening cock against her stomach, I try not to fuck her right here, but I’m afraid I’m going to fail. I need to be inside her, to feel her, to know that she’s real and she’s here in front of me.

“You know enough,” I mutter against her lips.

Zadie doesn’t realize it, but there isn’t much to know about me. I am the Vicious Reapers, and the Vicious Reapers are me. There isn’t much more to who I am. She hums against my mouth, and I feel her fingers curl around the sides of my neck.

“I don’t know shit, Maverick.”

“Chase,” I murmur against her mouth. “My name is Chase.”

She now knows me better than anyone else, other than my twin brother.

ZADIE

When his mouth touches mine, when I feel the softness of his lips against my own, I’m done. Whatever fight I had inside me vanishes immediately. I’m not sure I am capable of having any fight in me when it comes to Maverick.

Chase.

God, what a great name.

His tongue fills me, swirling around my own. My eyes slide closed, and my body relaxes as he tastes me. Keeping my hands at his throat, I can’t do anything but accept what he’s giving me. I don’t just want him, I need him. I’ve never felt like this before.

Just with him.

Just with Chase.

He tears his mouth from mine, and we both attempt to catch our breath as we look into one another’s eyes. We’re breathing heavily. My chest rises and falls as I attempt not to look as desperate as I feel.

And I feel completely and totally desperate.

“Chase,” I breathe.

He grunts, and his eyes darken. I wonder if I’ve said the wrong thing, but his mouth crashes against mine without any warning. He grinds his hips against mine, his fingers flexing on my waist before he lifts his head again.

“I’m going to fuck you right here if we don’t get to my room,” he grinds out. “And as much as I want to take you against the wall, I have a feeling you might not want another quick fuck outside of the clubhouse.”

I’m not sure it matters where he takes me, as long as he’s taking me. I’ve never been an exhibitionist, but it doesn’t feel that way when it’s the two of us, mainly because nobody else in the world exists.

“Fuck me here,” I exhale.

I don’t know why I say that, but it comes out, and I can’t stuff it back inside me. I think it’s the right thing to say because Maverick’s mouth is on mine again. His tongue swirls around my own as I feel his hands reach for my shorts.