Page 24 of Wild Side (Vicious Reapers MC #3)

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

ZADIE

“You wanted to talk?” I ask.

Lifting my fork to my mouth, I slip the strawberry inside.

I almost moan as I chew the sweet berry, the flavor bursting on my taste buds.

So damn good. I don’t know if it’s because of the pregnancy, the fact that I’m no longer anxious and nervous, or if it’s because it’s just that good, but everything I’ve eaten this morning has been pure bliss.

“I did want to talk, but watching you enjoy your food is turning me on,” he murmurs.

Swallowing the last strawberry, I lift my gaze to his, my eyes wide. I open my mouth to ask him what he’s talking about, because how can eating be sexy? But then he gives me a wink, and I have to press my thighs together. Now, that is sexy—the wink.

He doesn’t comment on the fact that I am obviously getting more turned on with each passing moment. Instead, he leans back slightly in his chair, his eyes staying focused on me, and he lifts his hand to his mouth, pressing his fingers together in front of his lips.

“Chase?” I ask.

“Fuck it,” he grunts as he stands up.

The move is so quick and forceful that the chair is sent flying backward. He moves the few steps around the table and reaches down, sliding his hands beneath my arms before he picks me up off the chair.

My breath hitches, but if he notices, he doesn’t say anything. He shifts his hands, reaching down to wrap his fingers around the backs of my thighs before he picks me up. Instantly, I wrap my legs around his hips before he hitches me a little higher.

Chase begins to walk, and I expect him to make his way toward the bedroom, but he doesn’t. He turns and moves around the kitchen, setting my ass down on the edge of the counter.

Gripping his shoulders, I look into his eyes, my lips parting as his gaze dances. He watches me for just a split moment, then, before I realize what’s happening, I feel his lips on mine. I gasp, and that gives him all the invitation he needs to slip his tongue inside my mouth.

My tongue meets his, tangling with his instantly.

Gripping his biceps, I hold on to him as I moan into his mouth.

He swallows the sound before he breaks the kiss.

Unfortunately, we both have to breathe, so we can’t keep kissing.

But his lips on mine, his tongue anywhere on or inside my body, is perfection.

It’s what I crave.

He is who I crave.

Panting, I dip my chin, watching as he slides his hands up my thighs. His fingers grip me there before he releases me, and they find their way to the waist of my shorts. He runs the back of his hand over my belly before he flicks the button of my shorts open.

Releasing my legs from around his waist, I reach for the hem of my shirt and guide it over my head, tossing it on the counter next to me.

Reaching behind my back, I unhook my bra, sliding the straps down my arms and dropping it on top of my discarded shirt, which causes him to grunt at the sight of my bare breasts.

“We still need to talk,” he murmurs, his gaze focused on his fingers working the zipper of my shorts down, “but I need to feel you more.”

“Please,” I whimper.

I don’t care I’m in this kitchen, where anyone can walk inside and see us. It doesn’t matter that I’m not a waif-thin sex kitten. I don’t care that I’m in this clubhouse. I don’t care about it because he’s here. When it’s him and me, together like this, the rest of the world doesn’t exist.

Consequences don’t exist. Nothing does. And that is exactly how we got ourselves in this predicament. But I don’t care. I might care when he’s not here in front of me, but that’s for another day.

When I lift my hips, he slides my shorts and panties off, leaving them somewhere on the floor at his feet and me completely naked. I bite my bottom lip and worry the flesh there as my eyes search his.

Chase gives me a slow grin. “Whatever you ask, honey,” he rasps, as his fingers dance their way across my inner thigh, then two slip inside me. “It’s yours.”

Gripping the edges of the counter, I try to keep from crying out as his fingers begin working me. It won’t take much for me to get there. He’s so damn good, and I’m so damn ready that I know I’ll be coming with just a few strokes of his fingers inside me.

I close my eyes, and my head falls backward between my shoulders as I feel my body heating, warming, climbing.

When I feel his thumb on my clit, I know it’s over for me.

I’m on the edge of my release, ready to come.

I am so close. It feels like it might actually be building up to be too big—like my body might explode into a million little pieces.

But before I find my release, he abruptly pulls his fingers out of me, his thumb away from my clit. I lift my head, and my eyes pop open. A whimper escapes my lips. It’s the only thing that comes out.

Chase chuckles, but thankfully doesn’t make me suffer for long. I watch as he unbuckles then unzips his pants. If I weren’t such a needy mess, I would reach for his pants and shove them down, making the process quicker.

But I can’t even think, let alone move. All I can do is stare, wait, pant, and pray that he moves quickly. He doesn’t, but he makes the wait worth it at the same time. He wraps his hand around his cock and gently strokes himself.

My tongue peeks out, and I wet my lips at the sight. My god, this man is beautiful. Absolutely heavenly. He doesn’t take his eyes off me, and I couldn’t tear mine away from his hand moving along his long, thick length if the world exploded around me.

“Please,” I exhale.

His chuckle fills the space around us, and I know I’m probably a hilarious sight, but I don’t care. I need him inside me. I need to feel him stretch me. I need it like I need breath. And then, finally, he shifts forward slightly and guides the head of his length along my wet opening.

I am wet too, so wet that I know he’ll slide in easily.

I.

Can’t.

Wait.

MAVERICK

Reaching down, I grab the backs of Zadie’s knees and spread her legs wide for me as I bury myself deep inside her. She’s gripping the edges of the countertop for dear life, her chest rising and falling with each breath she pants.

Dropping my head, I wrap my mouth around her nipple, sucking her tit in deep as I allow her to adjust to my intrusion. She whimpers, which is one of the sweetest sounds in the world. I can feel her body tremble as my tongue plays with her sweet nipple, swirling and sucking on the bud.

“Chase, please, I need more,” she hisses.

I can feel her pussy. It’s so warm and wet—perfect. Her body likely aches from being in a position that makes it nearly impossible to move. The urge is there, but I need her to hold off just a bit longer. When she does come, it’s going to make it that much better.

Releasing her tit with a pop, I let go of one of her legs, and I wrap my fingers around the side of her throat. My eyes connect to hers, holding her gaze. Her body is trembling, and there are goose bumps covering every inch of her skin.

“You’re so goddamn gorgeous, honey. Just hold on. I know you want to move, I know you want to come, but you feel so fucking good. Your pussy is so warm, so wet. It feels like heaven on earth. I don’t want this to be over too soon.”

Her jaw is clenched as she grinds her teeth. She clenches her pussy, squeezing around my cock, then releases. I smile because not only does that feel amazing as fuck, but she’s also playing, and I fucking love it.

Zadie’s eyes slide closed as she tries to keep her breathing even and her pussy clenching and releasing. She’s going to make me come without me making a goddamn move here pretty soon. A noise in the background causes me to shift my attention from her perfect cunt.

There, standing in the doorway, is Goose.

He’s watching. He doesn’t speak, his eyes on our connection and nowhere else. I don’t let him know that I see him watching us. Instead, I use the opportunity to move. Flexing my fingers gently around the side of her throat, I wait for her eyes to open.

When they do, she focuses on me and only me. I almost forget that Goose is watching us. My hips shift back before I rock them forward, grinding my pelvis against her clit on the downstroke.

“Are you going to be a good girl and come on my cock?” I ask, keeping my voice low.

She whimpers, her lips pushing out almost in a pout as she attempts to breathe. Keeping my strokes and tempo even, I grind my pelvis on the downstroke again, then repeat myself. I don’t look away.

Hitching up the leg that I’m still holding, I wrap it around my waist. I feel her heel dig into the cheek of my ass and grunt. My teeth sink into the flesh of her breast, the one I didn’t get to suck on earlier, the neglected nipple.

“Oh god,” she moans. “Please.”

Sweat breaks out over my skin as I continue to fuck her. Zadie is mine. She’s been mine. I knew it the moment I saw her in California. Something was different, something shifted inside me. She changed me.

I can feel her pussy flutter around my cock, and I know she’s closer. Releasing her, I don’t stop moving my hips. I’m just as close as she is, and when I feel her cunt clamp down around me, I know I can finally lose my control, though I’ve only been holding on by a thread.

A goddamn thread.

She cries out, her voice echoing throughout the kitchen, bouncing off the walls. That’s when I know I can finally find my release. It doesn’t take me long, just a few strokes before I roar as I come hard.

My fingers flex around her throat, then I release it before I bury my face in her neck. My hips move slowly as she milks me. Fuck, she feels so damn good. I wrap my arm around her back and hold her against me.

“I hope you don’t expect me to eat anything that’s been prepped on that counter,” Goose states.

Lifting my head, I turn to look over to him at the same time Zadie lets out a gasp, then a noise from the back of her throat that is close to a whimper.

“I’ll wipe it down with Lysol. You’ll be fine,” I state.

Goose snorts, his eyes staying on mine, then he dips his chin before he turns around and walks out of the room. I watch him go, and I realize that this was closure. This is what we needed. I don’t know how I know, but I do.

Goose and I can move on—with no anger or jealousy. We can be brothers. That is all I want when it comes to him. I love my brother. I love Trent with all I have inside me. I would never want to lose him, and it felt like he was slipping away. But not anymore and never again.