Page 47 of Wild Side (Vicious Reapers MC #3)

GOOSE

Cidney eyes me from the corner of the room. She’s hot as fuck. I know she’s off limits, and not just because she’s Ivy’s cousin, but because he declared her as that. He made sure to tell everyone a long ass time ago that she was not to be looked at, let alone touched.

I’m about to break a very serious rule, because I’m not sure I can stay away from her. I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep from touching her. My fingers ache at the thought of not having her in my grasp.

“The fact that you’re here means there’s something big happening,” Cidney announces.

Her back is to me as she stands in her kitchen, facing the single-cup coffee machine. I’m a bit surprised that she’s living on her own at her young age, but I guess I don’t know much about her other than I want to know what her pussy feels like wrapped around my cock.

Walking into the kitchen, I lean my hip against the counter, watching her. Actually, unable to keep my eyes off of her. She’s beautiful. Cidney could be a model. She’s just that fucking naturally pretty.

“Something big is happening,” I admit, but that’s as detailed as I’ll get about it.

She turns to me, slowly, her eyes finding mine. “What happens now?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I stay here, make sure nobody tries to use you as leverage.”

Her tongue slides across her bottom lip, then she sucks in a breath, placing her palms on the counter. I watch her, waiting for a response. She’s got something to say. It’s swirling around inside her head.

I’m patient enough that I can wait, though.

At least at the moment, while I still wrestled with the fact that I’m going to break a huge fucking club rule tonight. Cidney lets out a heavy sigh, her eyes flicking down to her hands before they shift to meet mine.

“Okay,” she breathes. “Is Ivy going to be alright?”

My lips twitch into a smirk. “He’s fine,” I assure her.

Pushing off the side of the counter, I move toward her. One step, then another. Slipping my hand around her waist, I gently pull her against my chest. Dipping my chin slightly, I look into her eyes. Searching her gaze with mine.

“Goose,” Cidney exhales.

I don’t give her the chance to say anything else, and I clearly have only one thing on my mind, and that’s my mouth anywhere on her body. Her lips part, a silent invitation to slip my tongue inside of her.

I do.

Happily.

Her hands slide up my torso, pressing against my chest as she breaks the kiss and shifts backward slightly. With a grunt, I reluctantly loosen my hold on her. She keeps her palms against my chest, her eyes searching mine. Her lips swollen from my kiss.

“Goose,” she exhales.

“I want to fuck you, Cidney.”

She shifts her gaze to the side, then slides it back to meet mine. I watch as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip.

“Okay.”

Say.

Less.