Wild Game (Vicious Reapers MC #4)

Prologue

GOOSE

SOMETIME DURING WILD NIGHT

Cidney eyes me from the corner of the room. She’s hot as fuck. I know she’s off-limits, not just because she’s Ivy’s cousin, but because he declared her as that—off-fucking-limits—a long-ass time ago. He made sure to tell everyone she was not to be looked at, let alone touched.

But I’m not a very good listener.

I’m about to break a very serious rule, because I’m not sure I can stay away from her. I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep from touching her. My fingers ache at the thought of not having her in my grasp.

“The fact you’re here means there’s something big happening,” Cidney announces.

Her back is to me as she stands in her kitchen, facing the single-cup coffee machine. I watch her, a bit surprised that she’s living on her own at her young age. But I guess I don’t know much about her other than I want to know what her pussy feels like wrapped around my cock.

I walk into the kitchen and lean my hip against the counter, unable to look away. Actually, unable to keep my eyes off her. She’s beautiful with her blonde hair and blue eyes. Cidney could be a model. She’s just that fucking naturally pretty.

“Something big is happening,” I admit, but that’s as detailed as I’ll get about it.

She turns toward me slowly, her eyes finding mine.

I watch as they widen, then she blinks a few times before she speaks.

I’m not sure what she’s waiting for, but clearly, she’s got something to say.

I can see it in her gaze, working just behind her eyes.

Part of me wishes Maverick were here to take her in, to take her with me. The other part of me is glad he’s not.

“What happens now?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I stay here, make sure nobody tries to use you as leverage.”

Her tongue slides across her bottom lip, then she sucks in a breath and places her palms on the counter. I watch her, waiting for a response. Whatever she’s got to say, it’s swirling around inside her head.

I’m patient enough that I can wait, though.

At least at the moment.

While I still wrestle with the fact that I’m going to break a huge fucking club rule tonight, there is no way around it. The only thing I can hope for when this is finished is that Ivy doesn’t actually kill me.

Cidney lets out a heavy sigh, taking me out of my own thoughts, and her eyes flick down to her hands before they lift and shift to meet mine.

“Okay,” she breathes. “Is Justin going to be alright?”

My lips twitch into a smirk. “He’s fine,” I assure her.

Pushing off the side of the counter, I move toward her. One step, then another. When I’m close enough, I slip my hand around her waist and grip her there, then gently pull her body against mine until her chest presses against my torso.

Dipping my chin slightly, I look into her eyes. I’m not sure what I’m looking for when I do, maybe hesitation or disgust, but I find neither. In fact, when her nostrils flare, I know she wants more, which only fuels my fire.

“Goose,” she exhales, her voice sounding very close to a moan.

I don’t give her the chance to say anything else. I clearly have only one thing on my mind, and that’s my mouth anywhere on her body. I need to make her whimper and moan. I need to hear all her sexy little noises.

Her lips part the moment my mouth touches hers, a silent invitation to slip my tongue inside her.

I do.

Happily.

Her hands slide up my torso, pressing against my chest as she breaks the kiss and shifts backward slightly.

With a grunt, I reluctantly loosen my hold on her.

She keeps her palms on my chest as her eyes search mine, her lips swollen from my kiss.

Fuck, she’s even prettier this way. It makes me want to know right this second what she looks like freshly fucked.

“Goose,” she exhales.

“I want to fuck you, Cidney.”

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.”

Asshole.

But he doesn’t give me the time to actually call him that, because the moment his mouth touches mine, my brain triggers the trip wire.

All the words he’s just said to me, the asshole words, they vanish.

His tongue is in my mouth, his hands are pushing down my shorts, and then two fingers slide inside me before they curl, making a come-hither motion, and I am done.

All thoughts vanish, and all I can do is feel. I can’t think about anything. I can’t say anything. I can make noises, I can moan, and that’s about it. When I come on his fingers, my body spins out of control until my back is on the bed and he’s inside me.

Bliss.

Bliss that quickly turns into rejection.

Heaping piles of rejection.

He’s gone about two seconds after he comes. He’s got his pants up and his phone to his ear, and he’s out of the apartment, leaving me alone with nothing except my shame that I fell victim to this man—to this Reaper.

CIDNEY

A FEW MONTHS LATER

I close my eyes and whimper. Images of Lightning being shot, of him falling backward, and then blood, so much blood, flash through my mind’s eye. Sucking in a breath, I lift my hand and press it against the center of my chest as I gasp and my eyes pop open.