Page 32 of Wild Side (Vicious Reapers MC #3)

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

MAVERICK

Tearing off her clothes and kicking off my boots, I tear my mouth from hers, my breathing coming out in heavy pants. I drop my jeans, tug off my socks, and move toward her. I am an animal searching for my prey, and I will get my prey.

My sweet little doe-eyed prey.

I lost my cut and shirt earlier, and Zadie is standing in front of me wearing absolutely nothing except a smile. A perfect fucking smile. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I close the distance between us slowly.

Zadie doesn’t move, her eyes wide and focused, her breathing heavy. I watch her chest rise and fall, her tits moving as she breathes, and as much as I want to pounce on her, I know I can’t. I’m too fucking worked up, and I’d probably hurt her.

She grins at me, her lips slowly curving up into a smile. “Chase,” she breathes.

“Honey,” I grunt, but before I can say another word, she drops to her knees.

Her mouth opens, her hand curls around my length, and before I realize what’s happening, she’s taken me as far inside her as possible, her hand gently squeezing my base. And then she moves. On her knees, she bobs her head back and forth, her eyes looking up at me.

Fuck.

Holy fuck.

This woman is my dream.

I slide my fingers through her hair, twisting them in the strands to hold her head still. She makes a noise in the back of her throat that vibrates around my cock and causes my own moan to escape.

“I’m going to fuck your pretty face, honey. Hold still.”

She whimpers, but I don’t miss the way she spreads her legs a little farther apart at the same time. Making a tsking sound, I shake my head once. “No touching yourself, Zadie.”

I’m not sure if she was actually planning on that. She hasn’t yet with me. I mean, she will soon enough, but she just hasn’t yet. I’m not sure she’s adventurous enough to do that without me asking her to.

But she will soon enough.

We just have to become more comfortable with one another, or rather, she needs to become more comfortable with me. I am very comfortable with her.

Holding her hair firmly, I’m sure I am pulling it and causing burning against her scalp, but right now, my focus is on fucking her pretty little face. And I do. It’s not hard and fast. I definitely don’t even make her throat bulge with my cock.

It’s not a real face fucking, more like a light tease. I mean, I’m moving inside her mouth, but it’s definitely not as deep as I could go. I don’t want to choke her, hurt her, or upset her. This is something I want her to enjoy as much as I do and work her way up to taking all of me.

Because that shit is going to be absolutely gorgeous.

Biting the inside of my cheek, I continue to look down at her. Zadie’s eyes are wide as she looks up at me. I know she’s probably ready to quit and ready for more. The way her hips are gently rocking, I know without a doubt she needs something else from me.

As much as I want to come down her throat, I know that right now, she needs something else, and I want to feel her cunt wrap around my cock, too. Reluctantly, I pull out of her warm, wet mouth and take a step backward.

“On the bed, honey,” I demand on a growl.

She rises to her feet, turning her back to me as she walks over to the bed, then I watch as she pulls the comforter back before she crawls onto the mattress.

It’s got sheets on it. This place is fucking great.

We don’t have to buy anything while we’re here, and we now have time to figure out what we want to do.

All they ask is that when we leave, if we’ve ruined anything, if anything is worn out, we replace it.

The only thing I plan on absolutely ruining is this fucking mattress.

Zadie is on her knees, her back to me, but I don’t move forward. My cock is hard as fuck, still wet from her saliva, but I can’t move. She’s really here, right here in front of me, and she’s mine.

All fucking mine.

And I’m keeping her forever.

“Turn around,” I softly demand.

She does, but then I realize I don’t want to lie on top of her and fuck her. I need something different, something more. I need to melt into her body. I need to feel every fucking inch of her.

“Sit against the headboard. I want to look into your eyes when you come,” I softly say.

She does what I ask. The pillows are tossed to the side, and she settles in, ass on the mattress, back against the headboard. I don’t make a move toward her, not yet. Instead, I slide my tongue across my bottom lip before I suck it in, sinking my teeth into the flesh, then release it.

This is a good time—the perfect time, really. My lips curve up into a smile. “Touch yourself, honey. Show me.”

“Chase,” she gasps softly.

She feigns surprise at my request, but what she does next shows me that she’s ready for more of me. Although she feigns shock, maybe even a little embarrassment at my words, she doesn’t hesitate to move her hand down her body and slide her fingers through her center.

I watch as she begins to play with herself, a sight that is truly one to behold. Moving toward her, I climb onto the bed between her legs, watching as she begins to rub firm circles against her clit.

Fuck.

I can’t look away. Her pussy grows wetter with each swipe of her fingers, with each circle against her clit. I can almost taste her. I watch, unable to look away. “Make yourself come, Zadie. I want to see it.”

Her breathing comes out in pants, her hips lifting, her back still against the headboard, her fingers working herself. Goddamn, my cock is so hard it could pound nails.

I wrap my hand around him and gently stroke myself as I watch her, and when she comes, her muscles tighten, her entire body stills, and she lets out a moan that bounces off the walls around us.

Goddamn gorgeous.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so pretty, except when my cock is in her mouth, or in her cunt, which it’s about to be. Shifting forward, I wrap my fingers around her wrist, gently sliding her hand away from her pussy, then align myself with her center.

I lift her arms over her head before I press them against the wall as I sink inside her. Leaning forward, I touch my mouth to hers.

I don’t deepen the kiss. Instead, I begin to move my hips.

Pulling almost completely out of her before I sink back inside, grinding my pelvis against her clit before I do it again.

Shifting my face backward slightly, I keep my eyes on hers as I move.

My fingers flex against her wrists as I keep her hands pressed against the wall.

My gaze doesn’t leave hers as I continue to fuck her. I can feel her climbing higher. I know she’s close, and I’m right there with her. I continue to move inside her as sweat gathers on my forehead, my lower back tingles, and then my balls draw up.

Releasing one of her wrists, I reach down between us to press my thumb against her clit. She cries out right before I feel her cunt flutter, and then she squeezes me, and I come—hard.

My cock twitches as my balls empty inside her. I feel her free hand wrap around the side of my throat. Her thumb slides across my jaw as we both try to catch our breath.

“I’m falling for you, Chase.”

“Thank fuck,” I say, my lips curved up into a grin. “I would hate to think I’m falling alone.”

ZADIE

I’m not sure why I’m so nervous. I know I shouldn’t be. It’s not like I’ve never met Dakota and Lainey before, but there’s something different about tonight. This isn’t just hanging around the clubhouse or my house.

It’s girls’ night out.

Girls’ night.

I’m not sure why, but this feels major—like an initiation into the super-secret club. I want to be part of the club so badly. I’ve never had friends like this before. When the doorbell rings, I slide my palms down my thighs and move toward the door.

Chase is at the clubhouse. He made me promise that I would go down there after whatever we were going to do. I’m not sure I want to go to the clubhouse. We’ve only been in this house for a couple of days, and I love it here. I love the bed and having a bathroom that nobody else can use.

It feels like a home.

Opening the door, I plaster on my biggest smile as I look at the four women standing in front of me. One of them I don’t recognize.

“This is Briana,” Dakota announces, jerking her thumb backward at the new woman. She smiles, giving me a small wave. “Can we see your place?” she asks.

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry.”

Taking a step to the side, I invite them in. Posey, Dakota, Lainey, and Briana make their way into my house. I watch as they all look around, but it’s Lainey who speaks first. I stand nervously as I watch them take it all in. I don’t know why, but it feels important that they like where I live.

“This is adorable.”

My lips curve up into a grin. “Thanks.”

“Let’s go get some food and bitch about our men,” Dakota states.

“I want food and to bitch about the clubwhores,” Posey says, wrinkling her nose.

Lainey snorts. “I could do that. I may not spend much time down there, but I could definitely bitch about them—and about my brother. Although he’s pretty nice most of the time.”

“Piggy really is one of the best,” Posey murmurs.

A few moments later, we’re all piled into Dakota’s car and heading straight for The Copper Pot, the nicest restaurant in town. It’s not anything fancy, but I can tell that everyone has put on their best and is enjoying their time here.

So it’s not a wild and crazy girls’ night out; it’s food and drinks, then probably going home.

I could be okay with that. I’ve never had either.

I mean, I had Sable, but a night out with her was me watching her get a man.

Working for that man, sleeping with that man, and then never seeing him again.

Or her slipping off to the clubhouse to be with Brake, and likely my dad, too.

But this, eating in a restaurant, ordering food and mocktails, I’ve never had this, and I can’t wait.

As we walk through The Copper Pot, I can’t help but wonder if everyone here knows who we are.

I can feel their eyes on us. But I don’t care.

Let them look. I’m with a whole girl posse.

I’m with a man who rocks my entire world, and I’m having his baby.

I’m on top of the damn world.