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

CHAPTER ONE

ZADIE

PRESENT DAY

“What haven’t you told me?” Sable demands.

I know what I haven’t told her, and I thought I could go my whole life without saying the words—without anyone knowing. I’m embarrassed, not because of him, but myself. I did what I did with a complete stranger, and now I’m suffering the consequences.

I’ve successfully been able to keep it all a secret for the past three months. I’m not sure I can any longer, though, because I’m going to need her help on this. And soon enough, it will be blatantly obvious to the entire world, not just to her.

“I’m pregnant,” I blurt out.

She stares at me, her eyes wide as she watches me. She doesn’t say anything, just stares at me. I don’t know what to say. What to do. I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to hide this.

I’m in deep shit.

My dad is going to find out, and when he does… all those years of following the rules, of being a good girl, of doing everything the right way, the way he wanted me to do them, it’s all out the window.

He's going to hate me.

I screwed some guy I didn’t even know… with zero protection. A complete stranger. The one and only time I did something wild, a bit dangerous, and completely out of character, it changed the trajectory of my entire life.

I know I should regret it too, but it was amazing. He was amazing, and while I’m embarrassed, I’ll never forget how much I loved every second of it. And I’ll probably never stop dreaming of it, either.

“How?” Sable demands.

She seems suspicious. She knows my background, knows every guy I’ve ever had a crush on, every guy I’ve ever kissed, and definitely every guy I’ve had sex with, of which the list is extremely short, except for this one.

I never told her.

Pinching my eyes closed, I cover my face with my hands as I shake my head a couple of times. There is silence for a moment... A long moment. I can feel her staring at me, but I ignore it because what the actual fuck?

How did this happen?

How. Did. It. Happen?

“I broke the rules,” I whisper.

Releasing my hands, I place them in my lap, opening my eyes as I lift my head to look up at her. She is watching me, her eyes wide as she stares. I don’t know if she even realizes that I can see the judgment in her expression. Maybe there isn’t any judgment at all. Maybe it’s all me.

“Zadie,” she whispers.

For the first time in my entire life, I can tell that Sable feels bad for me, which is almost funny, because she’s always told me how lucky I was to be the daughter of the president.

I’ve never felt lucky. Not that I’ve had a bad life, but my father has never been easygoing when it comes to me.

His expectations have always been very high.

He’s going to lose his shit on me. And I know I can’t hide this for much longer… from anyone. It’s going to be unavoidable soon. Plus, I need to start seeing a doctor. And my job is going to need to know.

Not that I have a fancy job. I work at the post office. But I’ll still have to let them know. God. This whole thing is a mess. Pinching my eyes closed, I inhale a deep breath, then let it out slowly before I open my eyes again.

“It was that night,” I state.

“That night?”

I know I’m probably not making any sense, mainly because I didn’t tell her anything about that night.

She wouldn’t know what I was talking about.

She ran off with his friend. She told me they both gave each other head, and then she ran off to Brake.

I don’t know why she did that, but that’s what she did.

I never said a word about me and Maverick.

“The party. Those guys.”

My words come out almost stunted. I don’t know what to say, how to say it.

I am sitting here, staring at her, my entire body trembling as I wait for her to speak.

She doesn’t. At least not immediately. Instead, her lips part while she just watches me, her eyes searching mine as if that is going to give her any more details.

“Those guys… You mean from the club in North Carolina?”

“Yeah,” I exhale.

Her eyes widen, her lips form that O shape, and she lets out a whistle before she shakes her head a couple of times. Then she stands up, and I watch as she walks over to the window, then abruptly turns her head to look over her shoulder at me.

“Your dad’s going to kill him,” she states.

Sinking my teeth into the corner of my bottom lip, I nod a couple of times. “He’ll want to.”

“What do you mean, he’ll want to?” she snaps.

I inhale a deep breath, then let it out slowly. “Because North Carolina is the original charter, and their lowest members have a higher rank than the president of another charter. So my father won’t be able to do anything.”

“Fuck,” she hisses. “Wait… How did you know that?”

Shrugging a shoulder, I clear my throat. “I asked around. I got curious after they left. Everyone seemed really accommodating toward them. Void was watching that girl in the safe house. I’ve never seen anything like that happen before, so I asked.”

“So… holy shit. We road-trippin’ then?”

My eyes widen, and my heart slams against my chest at the thought, at the idea of getting in my car and driving all the way across the country to see this guy again. This guy, who was a one-night stand. This guy, who didn’t sign up for any of this, even though it was really freaking amazing.

This guy, who is going to be my baby daddy.

I really don’t know what the hell to do right now.

MAVERICK

Fucking hell.

Daisy sucks my cock while Goose fucks her from behind, gripping her hair at the crown of her head, holding her still while I move in and out of her mouth, down her throat. I look down at her, watching as she looks up at me through her lashes, moaning with each thrust of Goose’s hips.

It’s hot as fuck.

Watching my brother fuck her while she sucks me off, it’s always been fucking perfection, no matter who we were sharing.

Biting my bottom lip, I close my eyes, and suddenly, the woman on my dick is no longer Daisy Duke. It’s Zadie from California. Her straight dark hair, her round innocent brown eyes looking up at me. Fuck, I want her again.

One night wasn’t enough.

When I move my hips harder and faster, Daisy moans, and before I realize what’s happening, I come down her throat. Opening my eyes, I look down at her. She’s got saliva sliding down her chin and tears rolling down her cheeks.

Goose continues to fuck her hard, her body still moving back and forth on my dick. She milks me dry. When I hear Goose groan, I know he’s there. Daisy slips her hand between her legs, her lips still around my now softening dick.

Shifting backward slightly, I tug my jeans up while she and Goose finish up. I walk out of the bedroom, slam the door behind me, and head straight for the bar. I need a fucking drink.

A big one.

“You got a problem,” Shocker announces.

Turning my head, I look over at him. I wonder how many of the guys know that I’m fucking sprung on some piece of ass across the damn country. I motion for the prospect to bring me a beer.

I don’t respond to Shocker immediately. Instead, I wait for my beer and bring the bottle to my lips before emptying half the contents in one drink. Then I set the beer down on the bar and look over at him.

“I got a fucking problem,” I agree with his statement.

His lips twitch into a smirk. “What are you gonna do about it?” he asks.

I don’t know.

I don’t tell him that, but I don’t fucking know. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and move them back and forth. He doesn’t say anything else, waiting for my response. Shocker, being who he is, will wait for as long as he has to.

“Why are you the self-appointed counselor?” I ask

I’m annoyed as fuck at this whole situation. I don’t want to feel this way. I don’t want to have lackluster sex. I don’t want to be dreaming about some girl I’m never going to see again. It’s fucking stupid.

“Recently, yeah,” he snorts. “So give me your shit.”

“It’s stupid,” I grind out.

I bring the bottle to my lips again. I need something stronger if I’m going to go forward with this conversation. I cannot believe this is my shit. That I’m thinking about this, that it’s consumed me.

“Might be. Might not be,” he murmurs.

I spin the barstool around slightly, my gaze finds his, and I hold it. His lips twitch into a smirk, and I can tell he’s completely and totally un-fucking-bothered.

“Fucked a girl out in Cali and can’t get her out of my head. Can’t stop thinking about her.”

“Shit,” he hisses. “You know who she was? Maybe you need to take a little trip?”

Shaking my head once, I run my fingers through my hair then tug on the ends slightly. I don’t know what the fuck to do right now. I feel like I’m in this purgatory that is just eating me alive.

“All I know is her first name. But it doesn’t matter. She’s there and I’m here. Plus, I don’t know a goddamn thing about her other than her first name.”

Shocker shrugs his shoulder and lifts his own beer to his lips, taking a long pull before he sets it down and clears his throat. I watch as his eyes shift to the side, then come back to meet my own.

“It’s been a while since we’ve been there. Maybe you shouldn’t write this off, especially since you’re still thinking about her.”

He’s right.

The fact that I’m imagining her during sex, replacing whoever I’m fucking with her face—that is big. But I need to ignore it. I need to fuck her out of my system.

“Thanks, Shock,” I say as I finish the bottle.

I clap my hand around his shoulder before I shake him slightly, then I move past him and back toward my bedroom. Goose is standing against the wall next to my bedroom door. He lifts his head as if he recognizes my footsteps.

“You good?” he asks.

“Trent,” I warn.

I don’t always use my brother’s given name, but right now, he’s asking me silent questions I don’t want to answer. He shrugs a shoulder, then clears his throat before he pushes off the wall.

I walk past him to my door, ignoring him as I shove my hand in my pocket. I fish out my keys and unlock my bedroom door, continuing to ignore him. After walking inside, I wait for him to follow behind me.

“You better tell me what the fuck is going on,” he demands.

And there is the question.

I’m not sure I can say a word. I don’t know how to explain what the fuck is going on to anyone else. Shocker was hard enough. I’m not going to be opening up to anyone anytime soon, let alone Trent.

“There’s nothing to say,” I state.