Page 29 of Wild Side (Vicious Reapers MC #3)
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
ZADIE
My knee bounces as I sit on the edge of the bed. Waiting. The door swings open, what feels like hours later. I look over at the doorway. He’s there. Standing in front of me, his gaze searching mine for a moment.
He doesn’t move. He doesn’t speak.
Silently, I will him to move forward, but he doesn’t. He stays in the doorway, his gaze pointed at me. He’s wearing a towel wrapped around his waist, his bare chest on display, and I can’t help but stare at him, willing him even harder to come to me.
When he finally takes a step forward, I let out an exhale. When he closes the bedroom door, I let out a moan. God, I want him inside me so badly that I can taste it. I’m not sure what’s going on, but for a moment today, I thought he was dead.
He’s not dead.
No, he’s breathing and half-naked in front of me.
Then he drops the towel, and he’s completely naked in front of me. My tongue slips out, sliding across my bottom lip as I watch him. He’s hard. He’s still got some water droplets on his skin, too.
I want to taste him… all of him.
“Chase,” I exhale.
He takes another step toward me, wrapping his fingers around his length as he does. He strokes himself. He doesn’t need to. He’s hard and ready. I lick my lips again, my breathing coming out heavy and in pants.
God.
I want him.
Instead of waiting for him to come to me, I stand, reaching for the hem of my shirt, peeling it over my head. I toss it to the floor then move toward him, one step and then another, each time taking off more clothes until I’m standing directly in front of him, completely naked.
He reaches out, lifting his hand to my cheek. I look up at him and search his eyes for a moment. We stare at one another, neither of us speaking, standing naked in front of one another.
His hand slides down my jaw to my neck. His fingers curl around my throat before he shifts forward and touches his mouth to mine. “I want to fuck you, honey. I can’t promise I’m going to be gentle.”
My thighs tremble. I want that. I didn’t know how much I wanted that until now. But I do. I want him to fuck me—hard. I want it so badly that I can almost taste it. His hand falls from my throat before he reaches behind me and grabs a handful of my ass, squeezing it.
He releases my ass, and I take a step backward, turning around as I hurry toward his bed. Climbing onto the mattress, I stay on my knees, keeping my back to him. I hear him grunt, then a moment later, he’s behind me.
I expect him to bend me over and slide inside me immediately, but he doesn’t. Instead, I feel his hand on my belly, and the other hand wraps around the front of my throat. The hand on my belly slowly slips down between my legs.
The moment his fingers slide through my folds, my entire body relaxes instantly. Every single muscle inside me turns to jelly. He holds me up, his arms around me, his lips on my neck, resting where my shoulder and neck meet.
He sinks his teeth into my skin there, and my head falls backward against his shoulder. His fingers slip inside me, curling as he presses his thumb against my clit. My eyes slide closed as my panting breaths fill the room, bouncing off the walls around us.
Reaching out, I curl my fingers around the headboard, holding on as he continues to move his fingers inside me. My hips roll as I search for more. I know he’s going to make me come, and it’s going to be spectacular.
He always delivers.
This man always gives me exactly what I need, the way I need it. “Are you going to come for me, honey?” he asks.
Whimpering, I breathe against his jaw, trying to keep from losing myself completely. His fingers continue to move, his thumb pressing against my clit. My hips jerk. I’m unable to keep them still.
I want to come.
I need to come.
“Ride my fingers, honey.”
I do. I ride his fingers. Hard and fast. There is something about this man, about the way he makes me feel. I have never felt beautiful except with this man. I can throw all caution to the wind. I don’t have to do anything but feel.
And, my god, does he make me feel.
“Please,” I exhale. “Please.”
“Yeah,” he grunts. “Yeah.”
And then it happens. I do exactly what he wants me to do. I come. It starts as a slow roll, then consumes me. My eyes slide closed as I cry out. I don’t know if the walls are thin or not, but even if they aren’t, I’m pretty sure everyone in this clubhouse can hear me. So damn good.
So fucking good.
MAVERICK
Shifting my hand from inside her, I slide it around her hip, then between us to the small of her back, and slowly to the center of her back. Releasing my grasp of her throat, I wrap my fingers around her hip.
I push her slightly, bending her over as I keep her hips still while I gently slip inside her. Her pussy is still wet and more than ready for me. Burying myself deep inside her, I close my eyes as I let out a heavy sigh.
Pure heaven.
That is how she feels.
Pure. Fucking. Heaven.
Gliding my hand up the center of her back, I feel every bone in her spine before I tangle my fingers in her hair and tug her head back. Then I begin to move. She lets out a moan, her lips parted as I dip my chin to look down at her.
She doesn’t speak, no doubt because I have her neck arched uncomfortably. As I grip her tightly, my fingers digging into her skin, my hips begin to move. I don’t speak. There is nothing to say. Nothing matters right now except for the way her body feels when I’m inside her.
“Chase,” she breathes.
I fuck her, my hips moving in and out of her body, feeling every fucking centimeter of her cunt as they do. I wish I could crawl inside her body right now. I wish I could keep her chained to my bed so that nobody else, not a single fucking soul, could see the beauty that is her.
Dipping my chin, I keep my thrusts even as I touch my mouth to hers. “You’re mine, Zadie. Every part of you belongs to me.” My lips move against hers with each word I say.
“Yes,” she hisses.
Slipping my hand from her waist, I know I am close. My lower back tingles as I continue to move. Then I feel my balls draw up the moment my fingers find purchase against her clit. I work her, gripping her hair tightly.
“Fuck, honey,” I grind out. “Squeeze my dick. Show me just how much you want me to come inside you.”
She whimpers but otherwise doesn’t say a word. That doesn’t stop me, though. I grip her hair tighter. I try not to hurt her, but I know I’m holding her tightly. No doubt her scalp is burning from my grip.
“I want that,” she cries out.
Sweat gathers on my face. My whole body is covered in a light sheen. With each stroke, I grow weary, climbing higher and higher toward my release. I am ready to empty my balls inside my woman.
I want her to know just how fucking much she turns me on.
“Yeah,” I grind out through gritted teeth. “It’s time for you to come again. Just relax and let it take over, Zadie. Show me how much of a good girl you are for me. Show me, honey.”
And she does.
She comes, but I don’t get to bask in the glory of a second orgasm for her, because the minute her pussy clamps down around my cock, my balls draw up and I come. It’s hard. I empty inside her, closing my eyes when I do and allowing myself to just move and feel.
When her body completely relaxes and she becomes nothing but a pile of flesh in my hands, I stop moving. Zadie lets out a whimper as I gently lower her onto the bed. Touching my lips to her shoulder, I reluctantly slip out of her body and roll onto my back.
Her hand wraps around my waist before she even opens her eyes to look up at me. “I’m falling in love with you, Chase, and it’s not just because you give me two orgasms every time we have sex.”
“If you’re a good girl, you’ll get another one soon enough,” I mutter.
She laughs softly, the sound filling my bedroom, and I realize that I don’t think I’ve ever made a woman laugh before. I like that sound. It’s fucking beautiful. Lifting my hand, I tuck some hair behind her ear.
“I’m serious,” she says. “I’m falling in love with you.”
My lips curve up into a small smile. “That’s a good thing, honey. Especially since you’re having my baby and we’re moving in together.”
She shifts over, curling against my side, and I wrap my arms around her, pulling her that much closer as I close my eyes.
Fuck.
But I’m falling in love with her, too.
“Sleep, honey,” I say instead of stating that fact.
I’ll tell her soon enough, just not yet.