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. Fucking. Less.
CIDNEY
I don’t know what I’m doing, but I don’t think I care either. Goose’s fingers grip my ass before he picks me up off the floor. Turning my whole brain off, I wrap my legs around his hips as his tongue tangles with mine. He carries me toward my bedroom, and for once, I decide wild is the way I want to be right now.
Absolutely, uninhibitedly wild.
When he steps into the bedroom, I unwrap my legs from around his hips. His hands release my ass with an extra squeeze before they do, and he nibbles on my bottom lip, breaking the kiss before he lifts his head, his eyes connecting to mine instantly.
“Goose,” I breathe again.
His lips twitch into a smirk, and he clears his throat. If my cousin walked in and saw this, he would unequivocally lose his ever-loving shit, but there’s something about the risk factor, the danger.
I’ve never really been into the club scene. Not only has it always been forbidden, but it hasn’t interested me. Justin’s dad was always a big part of the club, but mine… he wasn’t ever around. I don’t even know if he was part of the club or not.
Justin is really the man who raised me, and even though he’s only twenty-two years older than me, he’s the only father figure I’ve known, aside from his own dad.
I may not have had my own father, but I’ve had amazing ones in my cousin and uncle. But right now, I’m going to disappoint them both. I’m going to do something I swore to myself, to them, that I would never do.
I’m going to fuck a member of the Vicious Reapers MC. I know it’s wrong. I know I’m not even supposed to look at them, but with this one, just this once, I want to do something bad. Really damn bad.
But is it so bad when it feels like the absolute right thing? Because right now, it does. It feels like I might actually lose my mind if I don’t feel his mouth on my body… everywhere on my body. And his fingers… God, I want those on and inside me. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more than I want that.
Thankfully, Goose doesn’t deny me anything.
When he looks into my eyes, I can see the flame of burning desire behind his gaze. He takes a step toward me, then another. My breath catches when he reaches for the hem of my shirt.
“Tell me no and save us both from whatever downfall this could cause.” His words come out almost as a dare.
I may be a lot of things, but I’m not someone who has ever turned down a dare or a challenge. Tilting my head back slightly, I look down my nose and directly at his perfect lips. I want those lips… I want them everywhere.
When Goose slides my shirt over my head, I hear it land somewhere on the floor. I reach behind me to unhook my bra, letting it fall down my arms and onto the floor at my feet. Goose hisses, lifting his hand and cupping one of my breasts. His thumb slides across my nipple, causing goose bumps to break out over my skin.
My reaction is instant. I grip his biceps, my nails digging into his flesh as my back arches. He leans forward, and I feel his mouth on my nipple, no, not just my nipple. His lips part, and he takes almost my whole breast into his mouth before he sucks.
I feel that suck between my legs, a tingle, a current of electricity.
Oh. My. God.
I press my thighs together as a moan escapes my lips. Goose releases my breast, and his arms wrap around my back, pressing against my spine just as my knees give out on me. He lifts his head slightly just as I open my eyes, and I watch as his lips twitch into a smirk right before his entire face falls, and I watch as something akin to horror crosses his features.
“You’re not a virgin, are you?”
He sounds horrified by that thought, which causes me to pause. I know he isn’t a virgin at all. I know he’s probably been with more women than I could even attempt to imagine, and the thought of that causes my stomach to flip.
“I’m not a virgin,” I blurt out to keep from asking him about his sex life, because I know he’d probably tell me, and if I really knew, I wouldn’t want this anymore.
“Thank fuck,” he exhales. “I’m a bastard in a hell of a lot of ways, but I’m not that much of a bastard,” he murmurs.
My brows snap together. “That much of a bastard?” I ask.
When his lips curve up into a cocky smile, I just know he’s going to say something completely out of pocket. And what he does say next solidifies the reasons why my cousin doesn’t want me messing around with these men.
“Because that’s a type of commitment I’d never be ready for. No way could I fuck a virgin and then just walk away.”
