Page 48 of Wild Side
“Honey,” he rasps.
I release his bicep and lift a hand between us, extending my index finger before I place it on his lips.
“No,” I whisper. “I know what it was, and I know he knew what he was doing. Our relationship wasn’t a loving one. He’ll always be my father, but he was never my dad. I’m sad he’s gone, but honestly, I don’t think I’ll ever miss him.”
Chase rests his forehead against mine, closing his eyes when he does, and lets out a heavy sigh. I expect him to express being sorry about it, but he doesn’t. Instead, I feel his hands on my hips before he lifts his head, picking me up at the same time. He walks me over to the bed and lays me down.
The moment my back touches the mattress, arms and clothes go flying. There are teeth, lips, and tongues as well. Then we’re naked. And his fingers are inside me. Lifting my hips, I slam my hands on the bed, gripping the sheets when he curls his fingers inside me.
Closing my eyes, I let out a whimper. I climb higher and higher, teetering on the edge, ready to fall over. I can’t believe he can get me there so quickly. Maybe it’s the pregnancy, maybe it’s the release of fear about my father, maybe it’s just because he knows every single one of my buttons.
Every. Single. Button.
When his thumb presses against my clit, that’s it. I’m done for. I come. Hard. So hard that spots flash in my vision. My entire body freezes, every single muscle cramps, and I grit my teeth together, gnashing them as my eyes slide closed.
Without missing even a beat, he shifts backward and is inside me. When he’s fully seated, my eyes open, and I look up into his gorgeous face. His hand reaches down before he wraps his fingers around the back of my knee and flexes. Slowly, his palm slides up my thigh, his fingers digging into my flesh there as he pushes my leg slightly back, causing him to slip even deeper inside me.
His hips begin to move, and he rolls his pelvis as he looks into my eyes. My clit is sensitive, and with each downstroke, my breath hitches. Sliding my nails up his back, I curl my fingers into the back of his hair, gripping the strands as I watch him, unable to look away from his eyes.
“Honey,” he grinds out. “You feel fucking amazing.”
“Chase,” I exhale.
It’s the only thing I can say. Nothing else comes to mind. I am completely speechless. It’s as if my body was meant for him. He knows every way to touch me. Even if it’s nothing more than a whisper of a touch, it’s exactly what I need.
As if he can read my mind, his next words send a chill over my skin. A delicious thrill. “Made for me, honey. Every fucking part of you was made only for me.”
Then his slow and steady rhythm changes. It becomes erratic, his thrusts harder, his pelvis grinding with more force, and then he speeds up. Harder and harder before it shifts to faster and faster.
Before I realize what’s truly happening, I am on the edge, on the precipice of coming again. My clit is so sensitive that it almost feels like pain more than pleasure, but I want it. My nailssink into the flesh of his back and the nape of his neck as I open my mouth to scream with my release, but again, no sound escapes.
My body freezes.
Every muscle turns to ice.
I come.
Hard.
So hard that I wonder if my body is going to actually levitate off the mattress. It’s too much, but I don’t want him to stop. In fact, if we did this every single night, I would not complain at all. The pain feels so good that I don’t want it to end. And I am not someone who enjoys being hurt, but in this way? I crave it.
Chase lowers his head until his mouth touches mine, but he doesn’t deepen the kiss. His lips brush over my jaw, then I feel them against my throat as he buries his cock deep and lets out a long groan as he fills me with his release.
His cock twitches inside me, my pussy still pulsing as I milk him, and I wonder if this can last forever? I hope it does. I can’t imagine anything more perfect than him inside me.
Filling me.
Consuming me.
Chase is everything I never knew I needed.
MAVERICK
Gathering her in my arms, I drag her across the bed so she can lie against my side. I feel like I should be apologizing for offing her dad, but I’m not sorry, so therein lies the problem with that.
“Where’s your mom?” I ask.
I don’t know why, but it feels important. Maybe because I just killed her father, and she’s got nobody. Granted, I got thesame. Fuckin’ nobody. Except Goose. I always have Goose. As I run my fingers up and down her side, I think about that. About my brother. Even if he fucked me over royally, if he needed me, I would be there.
