Page 14 of Wild Side (Vicious Reapers MC #3)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

MAVERICK

I don’t leave the room after him. I want to, but I don’t. He’s right. I have changed. Something inside me has changed, and I don’t know what the outcome is going to be, but I also don’t think we’ll ever go back to the way it was. I don’t feel like the same person.

When I finally walk out of the room, I step into the bar area and look around. I’m not sure what I expect to find, but I’m hoping that it isn’t Zadie anywhere near any of my brothers. The music is loud, the booze is flowing, and hazy smoke fills the air around me.

Women are naked, and there is ample sucking and fucking. The men are celebrating. We’ve changed the trajectory of our lives. We’re taking a huge fucking leap, and that’s something to celebrate, at least that’s how I feel.

I’m not sure if everyone else feels the same way. I think that maybe it’s a mixture of fear and elation.

Whatever they need to make it to tomorrow when we begin implementing this shit, I’m good with it. However, I am not good with my pregnant woman joining in. She is mine. Don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but for right now—she’s mine.

Moving through the bar, I make my way toward the kitchen. I can’t imagine she’s still in there. When I peek my head inside, my suspicions are confirmed.

It’s empty.

I walk back into the bar and scan it again, unsure of where to search for her. I can feel the weight of her keys in my pocket, so I know she didn’t leave.

“She walked out the back door,” Shocker announces from his position at the end of the bar.

Turning my head, I look over at him, arching a brow. I watch him for a moment, and then he clears his throat, his eyes searching mine. I can tell he has something else to say, and as our old-timer, he has been handing out advice lately like they’re joints.

“You got something else?” I ask when he doesn’t continue.

Shocker clears his throat again, shifting around on his chair a couple of times before he finally does speak. “You gotta take care of what’s yours, Mav. Your brother’ll come around. He loves you, and you’re good to each other. But that don’t mean shit has to always stay status quo.”

He’s right. It doesn’t. But that also doesn’t mean that my undergoing a complete personality shift without a single word doesn’t hurt. I keep putting myself in his shoes, and it’s fucked up. I’m fucked up. I know I am, but I also want to find her. I need to see her.

“He might. He might not,” I mutter.

Shocker shrugs a shoulder. “He will, and if he won’t, then I’m not sure what that means.”

“It means sharing a womb, being best friends our entire lives, but he doesn’t really know me, and I’m pretty sure that’s more fucked than anything I could do to him.”

Shocker smirks as his eyes search mine. “Then you need to go out back where your girl is. She’s waitin’ for you.”

I wrap my fingers around his shoulder and give him a gentle shake before I move toward the back hallway that spills out to the back of the building. Staying quiet, I step outside. I see her immediately. She’s leaning against the building, looking in the opposite direction.

Taking a cigarette and a lighter out of my pocket, I light my cigarette before I move closer to her. She turns her head slowly, her eyes finding mine. She looks scared and upset. I hate myself instantly because I’m the reason she looks that way.

“I couldn’t stay in the kitchen any longer, and the bar didn’t look like it was anywhere I needed to be.” Her voice sounds timid. “And you have my keys, so I can’t go to the motel.”

“You were going to just up and leave?”

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 my fingers 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.

They, and my panties, are gone in an instant, then I hear his jeans fall to the ground before he grips my ass cheeks and picks me up. My head falls back against the concrete wall, bouncing slightly once. My eyes slide closed as I feel his fingers between my legs.

I feel his cock against my pussy, sliding through my damp folds. He doesn’t even have to touch me, and I’m already so close I could come. My legs flex around his hips, attempting to pull him closer. I need him inside me.

Maverick grunts, aligning the head of his cock with my center. Releasing my grip on his throat, I slide one of my hands down his back, my nails scratching his skin. Our eyes are connected, unbreakable, unshakable, as he slowly sinks inside me.

When he’s fully seated, his hips shift forward, pressing my back against the wall. His eyes don’t leave mine, but he doesn’t move immediately. Instead, he looks at me, and my heart squeezes.

God, he feels so damn good.

Maverick rolls his hips, his eyes staying on mine. He fucks me, but he doesn’t just fuck me, he fucks me. His pelvis grinds against my clit at every downstroke. He is focused. And I am his focus.

I bite my bottom lip, and my fingers flex against the side of his throat. My body climbs higher and higher with each stroke, with each roll of his hips. I lift my hips and dig my nails into his flesh as I ride out my high.

He moves harder and faster. But I want more. I’ve never really craved sex before, not like this, not like it is with Maverick.

With Chase.

My Chase.

“Harder,” I whimper.

Maverick growls. I suck in a breath because his eyes are actually glittery. It’s so sexy. I’m on the edge of finding my release, and I’m trying to hold off, but I’m not sure I can.

“Fuck,” he hisses as his hips roll, his pelvis grinding against mine.

My nails dig into his flesh as I hold on. God, I want to come so badly. My body climbs higher and higher, and then it happens.

It’s fast and hard.

My pussy clamps down around his cock, gripping him tightly as I come hard. It’s all-consuming. He continues to move inside me, and I accept his thrusts, his intrusion. I welcome it because it feels so damn good, even as his strokes slow to languid rolls.

Then he stops.

Opening my eyes, I look at him. I stare at him, can’t look away. This man owns me. Never in a million years did I think I would fall for someone in the Vicious Reapers. I spent my life trying to stay away from them, yet here I am, deeply enmeshed with them.

He buries himself inside me, his cock twitching as he fills me with his release. His eyes don’t leave mine. He dips his chin slightly, his gaze unwavering as he focuses on me and only me. I feel like the only person on this entire planet.

“You’re mine, Zadie. Only mine.”

God, I wish that were true. I don’t call him out on the lie, even though I know that’s exactly what it is. Well, maybe it’s the truth. I am his, but that doesn’t mean he is mine. I know what the club life is about.

I know that I only borrow him.

His body is mine while he’s with me, but when I’m not in sight, it belongs to whoever he decides to give it to. And I don’t have a single say in any part of it. That thought makes me sad. I don’t tell him that, though. Instead, I give him the best smile I can muster.

“Only yours,” I whisper.

It’s not a lie. I am his for as long as he wants me.

The fact I’m carrying his baby means that I am, without a doubt, his for as long as he wants me.

Walking away isn’t really an option for me, at least not right now.

There are new rules here, and I don’t know them all.

I wish I did, so that I could know what to expect.

Maverick dips his chin slightly, and his lips brush across mine before he lifts his head. He’s still buried deep inside me. I wish he could stay here always.

“Damn fucking straight,” he snaps. “Only mine.”