They, and my panties, are gone in an instant, then I hear his jeans fall to the ground before he grips my ass cheeks and picks me up. My head falls back against the concrete wall, bouncing slightly once. My eyes slide closed as I feel his fingers between my legs.
I feel his cock against my pussy, sliding through my damp folds. He doesn’t even have to touch me, and I’m already so closeI could come. My legs flex around his hips, attempting to pull him closer. I need him inside me.
Maverick grunts, aligning the head of his cock with my center. Releasing my grip on his throat, I slide one of my hands down his back, my nails scratching his skin. Our eyes are connected, unbreakable, unshakable, as he slowly sinks inside me.
When he’s fully seated, his hips shift forward, pressing my back against the wall. His eyes don’t leave mine, but he doesn’t move immediately. Instead, he looks at me, and my heart squeezes.
God, he feels so damn good.
Maverick rolls his hips, his eyes staying on mine. He fucks me, but he doesn’t just fuck me, hefucksme. His pelvis grinds against my clit at every downstroke. He is focused. And I am his focus.
I bite my bottom lip, and my fingers flex against the side of his throat. My body climbs higher and higher with each stroke, with each roll of his hips. I lift my hips and dig my nails into his flesh as I ride out my high.
He moves harder and faster. But I want more. I’ve never really craved sex before, not like this, not like it is with Maverick.
With Chase.
My Chase.
“Harder,” I whimper.
Maverick growls. I suck in a breath because his eyes are actually glittery. It’s so sexy. I’m on the edge of finding my release, and I’m trying to hold off, but I’m not sure I can.
“Fuck,” he hisses as his hips roll, his pelvis grinding against mine.
My nails dig into his flesh as I hold on. God, I want to come so badly. My body climbs higher and higher, and then it happens.
It’s fast and hard.
My pussy clamps down around his cock, gripping him tightly as I come hard. It’s all-consuming. He continues to move inside me, and I accept his thrusts, his intrusion. I welcome it because it feels so damn good, even as his strokes slow to languid rolls.
Then he stops.
Opening my eyes, I look at him. I stare at him, can’t look away. This man owns me. Never in a million years did I think I would fall for someone in the Vicious Reapers. I spent my life trying to stay away from them, yet here I am, deeply enmeshed with them.
He buries himself inside me, his cock twitching as he fills me with his release. His eyes don’t leave mine. He dips his chin slightly, his gaze unwavering as he focuses on me and only me. I feel like the only person on this entire planet.
“You’re mine, Zadie. Only mine.”
God, I wish that were true. I don’t call him out on the lie, even though I know that’s exactly what it is. Well, maybe it’s the truth. I am his, but that doesn’t mean he is mine. I know what the club life is about.
I know that I only borrow him.
His body is mine while he’s with me, but when I’m not in sight, it belongs to whoever he decides to give it to. And I don’t have a single say in any part of it. That thought makes me sad. I don’t tell him that, though. Instead, I give him the best smile I can muster.
“Only yours,” I whisper.
It’s not a lie. I am his for as long as he wants me. The fact I’m carrying his baby means that I am, without a doubt, his for as long as he wants me. Walking away isn’t really an option for me, at least not right now. There are new rules here, and I don’t know them all. I wish I did, so that I could know what to expect.
Maverick dips his chin slightly, and his lips brush across mine before he lifts his head. He’s still buried deep inside me. I wish he could stay here always.
“Damn fucking straight,” he snaps. “Only mine.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
ZADIE
Maverick carriesme to his bed, past the loud music, the drinking, and the party. I’m not sure what I expect him to do once I’m in said bed, but it’s not to strip down and join me there. Lying on my side, I face him, looking into his eyes, and he smiles.