Page 56 of Wild Side
“I’ll wipe it down with Lysol. You’ll be fine,” I state.
Goose snorts, his eyes staying on mine, then he dips his chin before he turns around and walks out of the room. I watch him go, and I realize that this was closure. This is what we needed. I don’t know how I know, but I do.
Goose and I can move on—with no anger or jealousy. We can be brothers. That is all I want when it comes to him. I love my brother. I love Trent with all I have inside me. I would never want to lose him, and it felt like he was slipping away. But not anymore and never again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
MAVERICK
“You wanted to talk to me?”Zadie asks.
We eventually made it back to my room, and Zadie stayed naked while I took my clothes off after closing the door behind me. Then we had a little sixty-nine action, which was better than I could have ever imagined, and I’ve done a hell of a lot of sixty-nine in my day.
We’ve both come again, something that I haven’t done since I was a teenager. Swear to fuck, my balls are drained dry, and yet, I still want to be inside her. I haven’t been able to get it up and come this much since I was a teenager.
It’s almost lunchtime, and I’m fucking starved, but I don’t want to move from this bed, her naked in my arms, her body pressed against the side of mine.
“I did,” I grunt.
I’m not sure how she’s going to react to any of what I’m about to say to her, but none of it can be much of a surprise, especially with everything that’s happened recently. Like the simple fact that her father isn’t here any longer, and we’ve told Sable topretend Zadie no longer exists. I can’t imagine she would think I’d want her to go back home ever. To that life—to that world.
My fingers slide down her back, to her hips, and then up to the nape of her neck. God. I want to keep her right here beside me until the day we die. I have fucking fallen in love with this girl. I don’t even know her, but what I do know is that she was made for me. And only me.
“You’re moving here,” I state.
It’s not up for discussion. It’s not something she has a choice in. This is what she’ll be doing, mainly because I can’t imagine it any other way. She’s mine, and she needs to be with me—always.
Zadie places her palm on the center of my chest, then pushes up slightly to look at me. “I am?” she asks, her lips smiling. “Moving here? Are you sure?”
“You don’t have a choice,” I snap.
But I have a feeling she’s fucking with me. I can’t imagine that she doesn’t want to move here. That she would ever actually want to go back to California. But then again, I do know she had a good job there and her own apartment, so who the fuck knows.
She smiles brighter before she shifts forward slightly, her lips touching mine before she speaks, her mouth moving against my own with each perfect word she says.
“Then I’ll move here with you.”
“And we’re moving out of the clubhouse,” I state.
She doesn’t reply, deepening the kiss. Instead, she stays there, her mouth still touching mine. Her breath washes over me as she breathes against my lips, her naked body pressed against mine. It makes my cock twitch. I wrap my arms around her, holding her closer to me.
“Okay, yeah,” she finally murmurs. “I don’t want to live here. Not for any longer than I have to.”
“You don’t like it here?” I ask, my lips moving against hers.
Zadie sits up slightly, wrinkling her nose, and I’m not sure if I should be upset or not, but fuck, she looks cute as shit like that. It’s downright fucking adorable. Sinking my teeth into the corner of my bottom lip, I wait for her response.
“No, I don’t.”
“Why?”
Her eyes widen, her lips part, and she stares at me in what I can only describe as disbelief.
“I want to know because this has been my home since I was eighteen years old, and I know you don’t want to live here forever, but I want you to be at least comfortable here.”
Her hand slowly slides up the center of my chest, her fingers curling around the side of my throat before she shifts upward to touch her mouth to mine. She doesn’t say that she wants to stay here or that she’s comfortable here.
“I could be comfortable for a night or two, but this is not my world, Chase. It’s never been my world.”
