Page 36 of Wild Side (Vicious Reapers MC #3)

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

ZADIE

When his mouth touches mine, my entire body melts.

Gone is every anxious thought I had earlier.

There is only him and me. Nothing else exists in this world but us.

His hand on my throat gently falls away, and I feel his fingers twist in my shirt.

Slowly, he slides it over my body, breaking the kiss only to remove my top.

He tosses it somewhere on the floor, then his fingers are behind my back, unhooking my bra, throwing it to meet my shirt. I don’t wait for him to strip me out of my leggings. Since those are such a bitch to take off on a good day, I decide to shimmy them down myself.

While I’m peeling my skintight leggings off, thankfully, Chase uses the opportunity to take his own clothes off. I’m not sure how he does it so fast, but his clothes are gone before mine.

Once we’re both naked, he doesn’t even give me a moment to anticipate what is coming next. He wraps his arms around me, picking me up before he walks toward the bed. When the backs of my legs hit the side of the mattress, he slowly places me down on my feet.

I’m not sure what he wants or how he wants it, but my body is vibrating with anticipation.

He cups my jaw and slides his thumb across the apple of my cheek, his eyes following the path before they connect with mine again. Sucking in a breath, I hold it as my gaze searches his for a long moment.

We stare at one another in silence.

Naked silence.

He leans down, his warm breath fanning my face, and I exhale a sigh at the sensation.

My eyes slide closed as I feel his lips touch mine.

When his tongue fills my mouth, I imagine it sliding along my pussy, swirling my clit the way he swirls my tongue.

Goose bumps break out over my entire body at the thought.

Chase abruptly breaks the kiss and lifts his head. My eyes pop open, and I see him looking directly into them. He sinks his teeth into the corner of his bottom lip, his gaze searching mine. A silent pause surrounds us. He’s going to say something, going to tell me what he wants, and I cannot wait.

His hand falls from my jaw, and I feel his palm press against the center of my chest. Tilting my head back slightly, I look up at him. My lips are parted in awe just from feeling his warmth against the center of my chest. I want to feel it everywhere. Want to feel his touch everywhere.

When his hand slowly slides down the center of my body, his palm stops at my lower belly. “Twins,” he murmurs. “Fucking unbelievable.”

I agree.

Completely and totally fucking unbelievable.

“I’m still in shock,” I confess.

He chuckles softly, then leans down and touches his mouth to mine. “I don’t think there will be a time when I won’t be in shock about this, honey. But I’m happy, too, so incredibly happy.”

And that is that.

His tongue slips inside my mouth again, tangling with mine at the same time his hand slides from my belly, and then I feel his fingers glide through my folds… Heaven. Pure, blissful heaven.

When he breaks the kiss, I expect him to lift and shift backward, but he doesn’t. Instead, his lips move down my throat, stopping just at the hollow before he sucks on me there. My entire body trembles with anticipated excitement.

His fingers slip inside me, curling there as his thumb presses against my clit, and I know that I’m going to come.

It is going to happen, and I know it’s going to be big when it does.

I don’t know what it is about him. Maybe it’s because I feel so much for him, my body is always primed and ready for him, and always… always on the edge of an orgasm.

My hips buck, jerking as I climb higher toward my release. My eyes close as I let out a heavy sigh. I am already close, so damn ready to come, but he slides his fingers out of me, and my eyes open wide at the same time my lips part.

Chase laughs softly, lifting his fingers to my mouth. The fingers that were just inside me seconds ago. He slides them across my lips, his eyes darkening as he watches, tracing them with his gaze.

Then he leans forward, and his tongue peeks out, following the same path his fingers just took, licking my taste from my own lips. I shiver, unsure as to why that is as sexy as it is, but it really is just that sexy.

“Goddamn, this is the sexiest taste in the whole world, honey. Your pussy on your lips. Hot as shit.”

Chase takes a step backward, then tilts his head to the side, toward the bed. “I want you to ride me, Zadie. Let me see all of you.”

Another shiver of excitement climbs up my spine. I want to do that for him. I mean, honestly, I would probably do just about anything for this man at this point. He’s already proven to me that he cares more about me than any other man who has ever been in my life.

Taking his hand, I don’t just climb onto the bed. I need him with me. Tugging him behind me, I look over my shoulder after I crawl into the center of the bed, my arm stretched out behind me as I hold on to his hand.

I think it’s safe to admit, at least to myself, that I haven’t just fallen for him.

I am completely and totally in love with Chase Fairfax.

There is no pretending otherwise, no trying to rationalize a damn thing.

I could probably count on two hands how many full days I’ve actually spent with him, but none of that matters. I love him.

Love.

And when he lies down on the bed, I crawl over his hips, straddling him, wrap my hand around the base of his length, and align myself with the head of his gorgeous cock before I slowly sink down, taking him completely inside me with one single move.

As I’m enjoying the way he stretches me, knowing the urge to move will take over soon enough, I relish this single still moment. His hands cup my breasts, and when his thumbs slide across my nipples, I let out a whimper.

So. Damn. Good.

After the third slide of his thumbs, he gently pinches my nipples before he tugs on them, and that’s when I can’t hold back another second. My hips roll. I reach back behind me, gripping his thighs, my nails digging into his flesh, my back arching as I begin to move.

One of Chase’s hands moves between my legs, his thumb pressing against my clit, while the other grips my breast, his fingers curling around my tender flesh.

I ride him. I would like to say that it lasts for hours, because it feels so good that I wish I could stay astride him for hours, but in actuality, it only lasts a few moments.

Then I come.

It rolls throughout my entire body.

Consuming me and owning me, just like the man himself does.

MAVERICK

Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her against my side, turning my head before I touch my lips to the top of her head.

“Let’s go out and celebrate,” I murmur against her hair.

She lifts her head, her gaze searching. She’s wearing a confused expression, and I don’t understand what’s so confusing about celebrating the fact that we’re having not one but two beautiful new babies.

“Celebrate?” she asks.

“Celebrate the twins, the house, the relationship,” I say, deciding that we can have more than one thing to celebrate. Hell, this has been a wild fucking couple of weeks, and I’m ready to breathe a little easier and celebrate the good shit.

“Yeah,” she exhales. “Yeah.”

“We’ll go to The Copper Pot,” I offer.

Her eyes light up, and I can’t help but chuckle. “Okay, I’ll go get ready.”

Her words come out high and squeaky. I watch as she throws her legs over the side of the bed and rushes to the bathroom, her dark hair flying behind her when she does. I don’t move, staying where I am for a long moment, watching the closed bathroom door and hearing the water in the shower turn on.

Only then do I push up to sitting. Reaching for my phone, I begin to scroll through the notifications.

There isn’t anything from the club, and I smile, because that means Kyle Alexander probably did what he was supposed to do and stayed home, without causing any more fucking drama. He was out of his element anyway.

I go onto social media and fuck around there while Zadie takes her shower.

There isn’t anything new happening. People bitching, people fighting, people posting shit that they know half the population isn’t going to agree with and then trying to start shit about it, knowing it’s a controversy.

It’s goddamn exhausting even after five minutes.

When I hear the shower turn off, I decide to send my brother a text before I go and rinse off myself.

WILL YOU GET ICE AND A COUPLE OF THE GIRLS TO CLEAN UP MY ROOM AND THE BATHROOM?

GOOSE: will do you coming here tonight

My brother uses zero punctuation, which is annoying as fuck, because sometimes, you have to decipher his messages because of it.

GOT A LOT TO CELEbrATE LATER.

GOOSE: got two big things

YEAH. WE DO… UNCLE.

GOOSE: have to admit i like that

GOOD.

Zadie steps out of the bathroom, wrapped up in a towel, and I instantly regret not taking a shower with her.

Standing, I toss my phone onto the bed, then move toward the bathroom, stopping beside her to touch my lips to her temple, then dip inside, closing the door behind me and starting the water for myself.