Page 15 of Wild Side (Vicious Reapers MC #3)

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

ZADIE

Maverick carries me to his bed, past the loud music, the drinking, and the party. I’m not sure what I expect him to do once I’m in said bed, but it’s not to strip down and join me there. Lying on my side, I face him, looking into his eyes, and he smiles.

“What are you thinking?” I ask.

He doesn’t respond immediately. He continues to stare at me in silence. I’m surprised by his words when he begins to talk. “I was thinking about how you’ve been on my mind for three months, and now you’re right here. I don’t know what to do with you, though.”

“Do with me?” My heart races at the fact that he’s just admitted he’s been thinking about me while I’ve been dreaming about him.

His tongue peeks out as he licks the corner of his mouth, then he lets out a heavy sigh. “Yeah, Zadie. I don’t know what the fuck to do with you. Lying here in my bed, pregnant with my baby.”

I’m not sure what he’s saying here, if he thinks this is a good thing or a bad one.

I don’t ask him, though. Instead, I continue to watch him and wait for him to say something else, to explain himself.

He doesn’t. Instead, he lifts his hand, and his warm touch settles against the side of my throat as his eyes peer into mine.

“Chase,” I breathe.

He leans forward slightly until his lips touch mine, but he doesn’t deepen the kiss, and I let out a heavy sigh, loving the way it feels when he’s this close to me. It feels almost more intimate than when he’s inside me.

His hand on my neck glides down my shoulder, my bicep, my wrist, and then travels to my hip before his fingers grip me there, digging into my flesh. I want him inside me again. Rubbing my legs together, I attempt to alleviate the ache between them—it doesn’t work.

Chase shifts back slightly, his eyes dancing as they search mine. He knows what he’s doing to me. The devilish grin on his face is all too telling. Mustering all the courage I have, I sit up.

His brows knit together in confusion. I’m not surprised because I’m confused by my actions as well. I’ve never been forward before, never initiated anything, but I want this. I want him, and we’re here together. I might as well just go for it. Go for him.

Moving down the bed, keeping my eyes on his, I hear him grunt as I reach for the sheet and gently guide it down his hips and then his legs. Then I straddle his thighs and reach for the waistband of his underwear.

“Babe,” he grunts.

He’s already hard beneath his boxer briefs, and my teeth sink into my bottom lip as I slide his underwear down his hips, settling it at his thighs so I don’t have to move away from him. When I flick my gaze down to his length, my breath hitches at the sight.

We’ve only had sex a few times, and all those times were quick, in the dark, and in public. Neither of us has been allowed to take our time—until now. And I want to taste him. All of him.

Wrapping my fingers around his length, I stroke him twice before I open my mouth and take him inside, as far down my throat as possible. On the way back up, I swirl my tongue around the head of his dick, then suck him in, going deeper this time.

Curling my fingers around the base of his dick, I stroke him in tandem with my mouth. Up and down.

“Look at me,” he demands, his voice deep and gravely.

I look up at him through my lashes, but I don’t stop. I’m not sure if I’m doing this the right way or not. He isn’t telling me to stop, so I guess there’s that. Then I feel his fingers shift through my hair at the side of my head, and he grips me, holding my head still as he lifts his hips.

Chase is fucking my mouth.

My eyes widen, but I don’t try to pull away. I don’t want to. I stay where he holds me. I stay as he lifts his hips, his hard length sliding down my throat. Relaxing my body as much as possible, I can’t look away. I am focused on him, watching the beauty of his face.

And Chase is beautiful.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Take me, honey. All of me.”

And before I realize what’s happening, his taste touches my tongue, sliding down my throat. He comes. His fingers are twisted so tightly in my hair that it burns my scalp, but I welcome the pain, the bite.

Chase’s head falls back on the pillow, his cock softening in my mouth. Only when he releases his grasp on my hair do I shift back slightly, wiping the saliva from my chin and the tears that escaped down my cheeks with the back of my hand.

I start to move away from him, my cheeks feeling hot because I’m embarrassed. I don’t know why, but I do. He doesn’t let me go, though. His hands slide beneath my armpits, and I gasp as he pulls me up his body.

“My turn,” he grinds out as he settles me against his face… my pussy right there.

In. His. Face.

“Chase,” I breathe.

“Yeah, honey. I want to hear you say my name just like that when I taste your cum on my tongue.”

Before I can say anything else, his fingers grip my hips, and he slams me down against his mouth. Then his tongue swirls my clit, and my eyes slide closed. Whatever thoughts I had, they’re gone.

Vanished.

MAVERICK

Heaven.

That’s what she tastes like.

She moans my name as she comes—exactly the way I asked her to.

Fucking perfection.

The taste of Zadie on my tongue is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. In fact, it’s better than I could have imagined. She rides her climax out, her hips rolling until her muscles relax.

Only then do I gently slide her down my body. She settles, her legs tangling with mine, her head on my chest, and her entire length lying on top of me. Wrapping my arms around her, I flex, holding her against me.

I’m not sure how long we lie there, her on top of me, our naked bodies pressed to one another, each of us having come twice tonight, and me wondering if I can go one more time so I can feel her cunt pulse around my dick again.

But before any of that happens, she lifts her head and rests her chin on my chest, her eyes looking up at me. Dipping my chin slightly, I look down at her, my lips twitching into a smirk as I watch her for a long moment in silence.

I tuck her hair behind her ear, and she smiles softly before she speaks. “Tell me what is happening with your brother,” she softly demands.

It should bother me more, not just that she’s asked, but what is actually happening between Goose and me. And it does concern me, but not enough to give this up right here, and I’m not sure what that says about me.

“My brother and I have always been close. Best friends.” I leave out the sharing women thing.

I’m not sure she would be cool with that, and I’m not sure I want her to know, either. I don’t have that desire with her at all. In fact, I want to gouge out every man’s eyes who has ever seen her, let alone touched her.

“But?” she asks.

“He’s unhappy because I have been preoccupied with you for months. Plus, we have some club shit going on. A lot of stress is coming from different directions. It’ll be fine.”

She opens her mouth, then snaps her lips shut.

I watch as she works them back and forth.

No doubt she has something else to add, but doesn’t, at least not immediately.

Sliding my hands from behind her ear, I dance my fingers down the center of her spine, grabbing ahold of her ass and keeping my grip firm as we continue talking.

“I promise, honey. It’ll be fine.”

Releasing her ass, I move my hand back up her back, tangling my fingers into her hair as I hold her head still. I curl up slightly to touch my mouth to hers before I roll us over onto our sides, so we’re facing one another. I don’t release her.

I’m not sure I ever want to release her.

I want her right here with me.

“I promise, Zadie,” I rasp.

She gives me a small smile that doesn’t reach her eyes, and I know she doesn’t fully believe me. She doesn’t need to. I’ll be proving it to her. Shifting my face closer, I brush my mouth across hers, then settle back down on my pillow.

I release my grip on her hair and wrap my arm around her hip, holding her close as I shift slightly so I’m lying on my back and looking up at the ceiling. She moves closer to me, her body pressing against my own.

I feel her cheek press against my pec, and I close my eyes, letting out a sigh. Never in my life would I have guessed that I would be in this bed, with a woman, and feel such peace. The world around us may be on fire right now, but her and me, this feels so damn right.