Page 83 of Wild Side

One of Chase’s hands moves between my legs, his thumb pressing against my clit, while the other grips my breast, his fingers curling around my tender flesh. I ride him. I would like to say that it lasts for hours, because it feels so good that I wish I could stay astride him for hours, but in actuality, it only lasts a few moments.

Then I come.

It rolls throughout my entire body.

Consuming me and owning me, just like the man himself does.

MAVERICK

Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her against my side, turning my head before I touch my lips to the top of her head.

“Let’s go out and celebrate,” I murmur against her hair.

She lifts her head, her gaze searching. She’s wearing a confused expression, and I don’t understand what’s so confusing about celebrating the fact that we’re having not one but two beautiful new babies.

“Celebrate?” she asks.

“Celebrate the twins, the house, the relationship,” I say, deciding that we can have more than one thing to celebrate. Hell, this has been a wild fucking couple of weeks, and I’m ready to breathe a little easier and celebrate the good shit.

“Yeah,” she exhales. “Yeah.”

“We’ll go to The Copper Pot,” I offer.

Her eyes light up, and I can’t help but chuckle. “Okay, I’ll go get ready.”

Her words come out high and squeaky. I watch as she throws her legs over the side of the bed and rushes to the bathroom, her dark hair flying behind her when she does. I don’t move, staying where I am for a long moment, watching the closed bathroom door and hearing the water in the shower turn on.

Only then do I push up to sitting. Reaching for my phone, I begin to scroll through the notifications.

There isn’t anything from the club, and I smile, because that means Kyle Alexander probably did what he was supposed to do and stayed home, without causing any more fucking drama. He was out of his element anyway.

I go onto social media and fuck around there while Zadie takes her shower. There isn’t anything new happening. People bitching, people fighting, people posting shit that they know half the population isn’t going to agree with and then trying to start shit about it, knowing it’s a controversy. It’s goddamn exhausting even after five minutes.

When I hear the shower turn off, I decide to send my brother a text before I go and rinse off myself.

WILL YOU GET ICE AND A COUPLE OF THE GIRLS TO CLEAN UP MY ROOM AND THE BATHROOM?

GOOSE: will do you coming here tonight

My brother uses zero punctuation, which is annoying as fuck, because sometimes, you have to decipher his messages because of it.

GOT A LOT TO CELEBRATE LATER.

GOOSE: got two big things

YEAH. WE DO… UNCLE.

GOOSE: have to admit i like that

GOOD.

Zadie steps out of the bathroom, wrapped up in a towel, and I instantly regret not taking a shower with her. Standing, I toss my phone onto the bed, then move toward the bathroom, stopping beside her to touch my lips to her temple, then dip inside, closing the door behind me and starting the water for myself.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

ZADIE

It doesn’t takeme long to get dressed. About the only thing that is semi-nice that fits me right now is a black cotton and Lycra dress. Thank goodness it’s stretchy. I am seriously going to have to go shopping soon for some new clothes.