Page 21 of Wild Side (Vicious Reapers MC #3)

CHAPTER TWENTY

ZADIE

Wordlessly, I watch as he walks toward me, his clothes stained with my father’s blood, and possibly Sable’s.

My heart races, but not out of fear. No, my heart races with excitement, because it’s him.

It’s Chase, and he’s right here. I don’t think I will ever not feel this way, no matter what happens.

He stops when he’s close enough to touch me, but he doesn’t actually reach out, no matter how badly I want it.

Instead, he tips his chin slightly, his eyes looking down his nose at me.

We stare at one another for a long moment in continued silence.

I open my mouth to say something, to speak first, but nothing comes out.

Thankfully, he’s the one who breaks the silence.

“I know you have every right to hate me for what I did, but it had to be done,” he states.

“Is Sable dead, too?”

It sounds coldhearted of me, the fact that I’m not crying, not even upset that he’s gone. But my father came here and did what he did, knowing the consequences. He’s drilled it into my head my entire life that consequences are a heavy price to pay when you fuck up. And he fucked up.

Not because he came here and yelled at me, or any of the others, but because he came here and put his hands on me, with the entitlement of his position being the reason he could do that.

“No, she’s not. She’s being taken back to California with the instructions that she never contacts you again.”

Pressing my lips together, I inhale deeply through my nose. I let the breath out of my mouth in a heavy whoosh. I can’t deny that I feel a sense of freedom in the fact that Sable won’t be contacting me again.

After the way she has recently behaved, I didn’t want to have to deal with her. I know she would have attempted to insert herself back into my life even if I had asked her to leave me alone.

That is who she is.

Every fight we’ve ever been in, it’s always been her coming back to me and pressuring me into accepting her halfhearted attempt at an apology, which is actually never an actual apology.

The dynamic between us has been toxic and problematic, but I always accepted her back because she was the only friend I had who understood what it meant to be Halo’s daughter.

Nobody else would even know what that meant.

They weren’t part of club life, and while I was more of an outsider looking in when it came to the club, it was still part of me.

“Good,” I say.

He watches me for a moment, his gaze searching, then he dips his chin and touches his mouth to mine. I’m not sure if he’s planning on telling me what ultimately happened to my father. I can put the puzzle pieces together, but I don’t know if he’s going to confirm it or not.

Right now, I don’t have it in me to ask him. All I can think about is his mouth on mine, and I know that makes me a terrible person, but at the same time, I’m not sure I care much.

Chase shifts his face closer, and I feel his warm, soft yet firm lips against mine. Whimpering, I lift my hands, gripping his biceps as his tongue slips inside my mouth. He swirls it, tangling his own tongue with mine, and I moan at the taste of him.

So good.

Beyond good—amazing.

He breaks the kiss, nibbling on my bottom lip before he lifts his head, his eyes searching mine for a moment.

“Honey,” he rasps.

I release his bicep and lift a hand between us, extending my index finger before I place it on his lips.

“No,” I whisper. “I know what it was, and I know he knew what he was doing. Our relationship wasn’t a loving one. He’ll always be my father, but he was never my dad. I’m sad he’s gone, but honestly, I don’t think I’ll ever miss him.”

Chase rests his forehead against mine, closing his eyes when he does, and lets out a heavy sigh. I expect him to express being sorry about it, but he doesn’t. Instead, I feel his hands on my hips before he lifts his head, picking me up at the same time. He walks me over to the bed and lays me down.

The moment my back touches the mattress, arms and clothes go flying. There are teeth, lips, and tongues as well. Then we’re naked. And his fingers are inside me. Lifting my hips, I slam my hands on the bed, gripping the sheets when he curls his fingers inside me.

Closing my eyes, I let out a whimper. I climb higher and higher, teetering on the edge, ready to fall over. I can’t believe he can get me there so quickly. Maybe it’s the pregnancy, maybe it’s the release of fear about my father, maybe it’s just because he knows every single one of my buttons.

Every. Single. Button.

When his thumb presses against my clit, that’s it. I’m done for. I come. Hard. So hard that spots flash in my vision. My entire body freezes, every single muscle cramps, and I grit my teeth together, gnashing them as my eyes slide closed.

Without missing even a beat, he shifts backward and is inside me.

When he’s fully seated, my eyes open, and I look up into his gorgeous face.

His hand reaches down before he wraps his fingers around the back of my knee and flexes.

Slowly, his palm slides up my thigh, his fingers digging into my flesh there as he pushes my leg slightly back, causing him to slip even deeper inside me.

His hips begin to move, and he rolls his pelvis as he looks into my eyes. My clit is sensitive, and with each downstroke, my breath hitches. Sliding my nails up his back, I curl my fingers into the back of his hair, gripping the strands as I watch him, unable to look away from his eyes.

“Honey,” he grinds out. “You feel fucking amazing.”

“Chase,” I exhale.

It’s the only thing I can say. Nothing else comes to mind. I am completely speechless. It’s as if my body was meant for him. He knows every way to touch me. Even if it’s nothing more than a whisper of a touch, it’s exactly what I need.

As if he can read my mind, his next words send a chill over my skin. A delicious thrill. “Made for me, honey. Every fucking part of you was made only for me.”

Then his slow and steady rhythm changes. It becomes erratic, his thrusts harder, his pelvis grinding with more force, and then he speeds up. Harder and harder before it shifts to faster and faster.

Before I realize what’s truly happening, I am on the edge, on the precipice of coming again.

My clit is so sensitive that it almost feels like pain more than pleasure, but I want it.

My nails sink into the flesh of his back and the nape of his neck as I open my mouth to scream with my release, but again, no sound escapes.

My body freezes.

Every muscle turns to ice.

I come.

Hard.

So hard that I wonder if my body is going to actually levitate off the mattress.

It’s too much, but I don’t want him to stop.

In fact, if we did this every single night, I would not complain at all.

The pain feels so good that I don’t want it to end.

And I am not someone who enjoys being hurt, but in this way? I crave it.

Chase lowers his head until his mouth touches mine, but he doesn’t deepen the kiss. His lips brush over my jaw, then I feel them against my throat as he buries his cock deep and lets out a long groan as he fills me with his release.

His cock twitches inside me, my pussy still pulsing as I milk him, and I wonder if this can last forever? I hope it does. I can’t imagine anything more perfect than him inside me.

Filling me.

Consuming me.

Chase is everything I never knew I needed.

MAVERICK

Gathering her in my arms, I drag her across the bed so she can lie against my side. I feel like I should be apologizing for offing her dad, but I’m not sorry, so therein lies the problem with that.

“Where’s your mom?” I ask.

I don’t know why, but it feels important.

Maybe because I just killed her father, and she’s got nobody.

Granted, I got the same. Fuckin’ nobody.

Except Goose. I always have Goose. As I run my fingers up and down her side, I think about that.

About my brother. Even if he fucked me over royally, if he needed me, I would be there.

“My dad whored her out,” she states.

“What?” I ask.

She lifts her head to look at me. “That’s what he claimed. Honestly, I don’t know. I didn’t even know her name.”

The idea that Halo would whore out his baby mama causes my stomach to turn. I don’t feel bad for killing him now. In fact, I’m glad I fucking did. I’m glad that fuck is dead, and I wish I could do it all over again, except slower.

“Do you want to look for her?” I don’t know why I’m asking.

No, that’s a lie.

I know exactly why I’m asking, because I want to make her happy. I don’t even know her, but she’s got my kid inside her, and all I want is for her to smile. I want her to stay with me always and fucking smile.

“I’m not sure I want to know the truth,” she whispers. “If he did what he claimed to her…” Her words trail off as tears fill her eyes. “Then she might hate me, or she might be so deep in whatever she’s doing, she may reject me. I don’t think I need to know that.”

Dipping my chin, I touch my mouth to hers. I drop the conversation for now, but make a mental note to go in search of her mother. Halo could have been lying. Who knows what the fuck really happened to her? That guy was a whole tool bag fuck.

“Get some sleep, honey,” I murmur against her mouth before I lie down and settle against the pillow.

I hold her close, my mind spinning as I think about Halo, about Zadie, and about her mother. I hate this shit for her, the life that she had because her father was a prick who probably should have never been in the position he was in. I don’t understand it.

When Zadie falls asleep, when I know that she’s out, I slip from the bed. I grab a pair of jeans from the drawer where Daisy put them, folded neatly and shit, earlier today.

I tug them on and zip them, but don’t bother buttoning them as I move toward the door. Stopping, I turn my head to look back at her. She’s still asleep, fucking gorgeous, fucking perfect, and fucking mine.

Leaving her asleep in bed, I walk next door to my brother’s room. I probably shouldn’t reach for the door handle without knocking, but I do anyway. I don’t even check inside to see what’s happening.

I just walk right in.