“Fuck me, Goose. Fuck me hard and make me come.”
Hell fucking yeah.
I do just that. I fuck her. It’s hard and fast against the shower wall, the exact opposite of what I wanted for tonight, but I can rest up for a few hours and do just that later. Sometimes a good, hard fuck fixes everything.
My hips begin to move, my eyes focused on hers and nowhere else. Nothing else in this fucking world matters but Cidney Whitaker. I am head over fucking heels in love with her. Even if I’ll probably never be able to tell her, I know I am.
My hips roll, my pelvis grinding against her clit with each stroke. Her nails dig into the flesh on my shoulders as her whimpers echo off the walls around us. My movements become harder, faster.
My focus never leaves hers.
When she comes, I feel it before I hear her breath hitch. She comes hard. Her pussy clamps down around my cock, squeezing me… strangling me like I know only she can. Slamming my lips against hers, I fuck her through her orgasm, until my back tingles, my balls draw up, and I bury myself deep inside her and come.
Hard.
Hell. Fucking. Yes.
Ripping my mouth from hers, I look into her eyes, and I fight the urge to tell her that I love her. As much as I want to say the words, it’s not the time or the place. I’m not sure if it ever will be. I don’t deserve her, and I never will.
Touching my mouth to hers, I lazily move in and out of her body, my tongue making the same movements. Lazily fucking her mouth and her cunt at the same time. It’s perfection. Complete total perfection.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
GOOSE
I rideup to the clubhouse and park my bike in the same place I always park my bike, but I can’t deny that I somehow feel different from the last time I was here. It’s only been a few days, but I feel different. I want to be home with her. I want to feel her body pressed against mine. I want to be inside her again.
I fear I’m fucking obsessed with my woman.
And she is that, too.
Mine.
She may not realize it yet, but her body does. She belongs to me. There is just no way around the fact that she is mine. I tried to pretend that it was just for fun. I tried really fucking hard to keep her at arm’s length.
But I can’t.
I’ve fallen for her, head over goddamn heels. I understand Maverick now. I understand why he never wanted me to fuck Zadie. I understand why he was so torn. I understand it all, and I owe him a fucking apology, which pisses me off in and of itself.
Climbing off my bike, I take my phone out of my pocket and check on the apartment. Posey and Dakota are standing at the front door. Zadie is a few feet behind them, with Briana standing to the side.
I can tell even through the camera that Briana is uneasy. I couldn’t begin to guess how this is going to go. Lightning was shot because of Cidney. Even if not directly, I could see how someone could think that, especially someone who is in love with Light.
I watch as the door opens and they walk inside. I could find the camera that feeds into the living room to listen in on what is being said, but I decide against it. This girls’ night, this meeting, isn’t supposed to be watched. I would be a dick if I did that, and although I am an asshole, I’m not that kind of asshole.
Cidney deserves her privacy, at least as much as I’m willing to give her. And a chat with her friends is fine with me. Besides, I can still smell her on my skin. I got nothing to fucking worry about when it comes to her.
After fucking her in the shower, I helped Cidney with the grocery order. My initial plan was to leave before the order ever arrived, but I couldn’t do that. Not when there was nowhere else I wanted to be except beside her.
I am fully aware that even to myself, I sound like a love-drunk pussy, or maybe I’m in pussy-drunk love. I’m not sure, and I’m even less sure that I care. It is what it is at this point, and the more I embrace it, what we are to one another, the more I can move forward with her. Because the thought of her packing her shit and leaving Thunder Rock makes me want to flip a fucking table.
I’m here to meet with Bullet, and I promised my brother a couple of beers. I should have been here earlier. I know I should, but nothing could have kept me from her. I wasn’t ready to leave her, even for a few hours.
We’ve been together twenty-four seven for so many days, it feels like part of me is missing when she’s not nearby. It felt like I was actually tearing in two just leaving her when I did, which was hours later than I originally claimed I wanted to. And Cidney didn’t seem to mind me staying for longer, either.
This feels very unsettling. I’m not sure how to describe it, but there is a shift happening, and I don’t think it’s just Cidney and me. It feels bigger than just us personally. It feels almost gargantuan, like an undertaking. Like the world as we know it is about to shift completely.
Making my way toward the clubhouse, I open the door to the bar and step inside. Everything is the same as it was the last time I was here a few days ago, everything but me. Scanning the room, I see the whores moving around, all on the verge of nakedness, and while I don’t look away, I also don’t have the urge to fuck any of them, either.
