Chapter 20 #2
In the grand scheme of things, Declan meant nothing to me.
He must have fucked things up. His loss was my gain as far as I was concerned.
One less asshole to worry about. As for Reinhart, despite their plan, at some point I’d be able to get my hands on him.
No one could stop me. But it was the word ‘home’ that hit me in the chest. Was she considering this her home again?
“So what do you want to say, Wave? You regret it?”
“No…I…”
“Come on, you know. Or you wouldn’t have followed me up here.”
“I didn’t follow you up here,” she said indignantly. “I came up for air. It’s just… A lot down there.”
“You were the one always trying to get into the clubhouse,” I reminded her.
“To be with my friends, not to see all that. These guys are feral. It’s a goddamn funeral.”
“Best way to honor a fallen brother.”
“By fucking with an audience?”
I chuckled at that, but she gave me her stern look. “It’s not your average wake. I’ll give you that. But you’re aware of how things work around here.”
“His family is there,” she widened her eyes.
“His mom was an old lady. She’s used to it. But she left,” I told her. I’d seen Handlebar taking her and Itchy’s sister’s home before I came upstairs.
“Oh well, at least they waited for the debauchery and disrespect till after his mother left, small miracles,” she shook her head.
“What do you want me to say, Wave? This place is never gonna change. The odd couple of guys screwing around when they’re drunk out of their skulls is normal.
We don’t all do it,” I reminded her. In fact, it was the same handful of culprits and normally with a club whore who was hoping to make the leap to old lady. That would never change either.
She arched that brow at me again, giving me a side eye.
Referring to my display the night she arrived, I was sure.
In my defense, I waited till we got to my room to do the deed, but I wasn’t stupid enough to bring that up now.
Funny how I kept screwing other women around her and regretting it almost immediately.
Waverley got to her feet and walked beyond my couch to the roof edge, looking out over the compound. She hugged herself as she surveyed it all. I didn’t move though, just watched her over my shoulder, the wind blowing her hair around her shoulders. Wave swept a hand up to brush it behind her neck.
“I forgot how well you can see the stars here. I used to love staring up at them.”
“I remember,” I breathed, but it was enough for her to hear, for her to turn and look at me.
We watched each other. The connection between us was undeniable. The unfinished business so cruelly forced between us five years ago. The stupid mistakes we both made. It was difficult to deny the pull I felt to her. Denying it was pointless.
I hadn’t wanted to be the one to travel down to get her. I was lying to myself if I said it didn’t feel exhilarating, mixed in with apprehension and curiosity at the thought of seeing her. I hadn’t argued too hard when King told me to go with War.
Staring at her now, I knew why. I wasn’t over this woman and everything I had done in the last five years, the number of times I’d told myself she was gone, and I’d never see her again. She was always in the back of my mind.
When she moved to sit beside me, I wasn’t sure whether to speak.
I didn’t want to ruin whatever this was, and I didn’t want to break the spell and make her pull away either.
There were so many things I could say, but I couldn’t be certain something cocky or stupid would come out, so I watched her as she watched me.
Her breathing was shallow as she perched beside me. Her throat worked as she swallowed.
I’d made the first move yesterday. She’d been on board with it, sure, but we were both angry then. It was an explosion between us that broke the tension and gave a frantic energy to what happened. This was different. I had to hold myself back from grabbing her.
Her breath hitched again as she leaned into me, her eyes on mine right until our lips touched, then they swept closed.
My pulse pounded through my head and chest, straight down to my dick as she pressed her lips against mine more firmly, opening her mouth to let me in.
My resolve to hold back made me shiver. Her arms tentatively came up around my shoulders, her fingers running through the hair at the nape of my neck as she deepened the kiss.
I put a hand on her hip, tugging her closer, and she whimpered into my mouth.
It was like we were teenagers again, touching each other for the first time. But fuck that, I’m not a teenager anymore and I’ve wanted this woman for as long as I can remember.
I pulled back and looked at her, questioning to make sure she wanted this before I unleashed on her.
She gave me a little tug back, so my head lowered, and I went in for another kiss, my hand running over her curves.
I lowered my mouth over her neck, and throat and shifted so she was half lying, and I was hovering over her, feeling the softness of her body beneath me.
The heat of her as my thigh fitted between her legs and she parted them to make room for me had me groaning.
Then things went a little wild, like we were desperate to be skin to skin.
Her top fell away to the ground, and I kissed her collarbone down her chest. I mouthed her nipple through her bra, and pulled at the other cup, letting her breast fall out.
I palmed it, squeezing, and her breath quickened, growing more desperate.
Wave helped me to shrug off my cut and yank my t-shirt up. While I did that, she unhooked her bra, letting it lie over her, half exposed still.
Part of me wanted to get the fuck off this roof.
Anyone could walk out here. If anyone saw her like this, I’d tear out their eyeballs.
But that could also break whatever this was.
And I wouldn’t let that happen. I lowered back over her, forcing her flat on the sofa with our legs still hanging, and rocked my hips against her.
Any questions I had about whether she wanted this fled my mind because she spread her legs for me and ground up against my dick.
With a burst of motion, I sat up, heaved her up, so she was fully on the sofa and pulled down the zipper on her jeans. I fumbled a little getting them off. They were so damn tight on her perfect hips.
She rose on her shoulders letting me get them all the way out from under and I dragged her panties off.
She shrugged out of the bra and tossed it over her head, bared to me.
I stopped for a second and just stared at her.
Her chest was rising and falling with her heavy pants, her eyes half closed as she looked at me, the desire obvious.
Then she reached out and grabbed my dick through my jeans, rubbing and squeezing me hard.
And I was done. I unbuckled my pants and shoved them down, while still keeping contact with her, kissing her hip bones and across the top of her thighs. She was writhing, desperate for some kind of friction.
“Hudson,” she whispered, winding her legs around my hips as I came back to her.
I was seconds away from being inside Waverley Curtis.
I needed to calm the fuck down because my balls were growing tight just at the feel of her wrapped around me.
The last thing I wanted was to blow my load before I even got inside her.
For a split second, the thought of a condom crossed my mind. I never fucked without one. Ever.
I paused right at her entrance to ask, but she didn’t let me. She pulled my mouth to hers and pushed her hips up, giving me no other option but to slide inside her. I held still, pushing up on my arms and looking down at her.
“Don’t stop,” she said. “Give it to me, all of you. I need you, Hudson.”
The sound of my name on her lips broke the last of my resolve, and I did what she wanted.
Pushing in and out of her, reveling in the tight, wet sweetness of her body.
Her breath caught as her hands reached around to my ass and pulled me in harder.
I didn’t want this to be a quick, hard fuck.
This was something I’d dreamed of. But my brain misfired and all I could think of was giving everything I had to her.
She took it, holding my hip in one hand, palming my cheek, bringing my lips to hers.
But I couldn’t focus on just one place. I ran my tongue over her lips, dipped it in and out of her mouth then travelled down her neck and throat, the swell of her breasts.
Licking and sucking at the flushed pink tips of them which made her back arch as she cried out.
“I need to…” she gasped.
“Need to what?” I asked, although I knew because I needed it to, desperately.
She was mindless beneath me, writhing hard, pushing up as hard as I was pushing down. She gripped my hips and her eyes opened, looking straight into me.
“What do you need?” I asked.
“You…all of you. I can’t…” she trailed off, her lips falling open as she lost the ability to talk.
“You want to come?” I asked her. “Do you want to come all over my dick while I fuck you?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Please?” she begged.
Well, if that wasn’t a challenge I had to accept. Reaching between us, I flicked her clit, rubbing at it as I pumped harder. She cried out again and I could feel it coming, how she tightened around me, to the point where I was struggling to continue working myself inside her.
Then she came, and it was fucking glorious.
The look of pure desire and release on her face made my release imminent.
I worked her through it, pushing harder than I should have because I didn’t want to hurt her, but I couldn’t hold back.
I pushed my face into the side of her neck and groaned as I spilled deep inside of her.
Everything around me went black for a moment as my brain spiraled.
I pumped a few more times, my body shaking from the intensity of my orgasm.
It wasn’t my finest performance, but it was fucking amazing, and I wanted to do it repeatedly.
Not here though. Not where anyone could see us.
I got up and grabbed my clothes and I saw the flash on her face.
Disappointment, anger? I figured it was because she thought I was pulling away, so I grabbed her and lifted her, making her wrap her legs around my waist. I could feel the wetness of both of us pressing against my groin and groaned as I plunged my tongue into her mouth again.
She gripped my shoulders, her thighs tightening.
“Get dressed,” I growled, lowering her.
She stumbled a little but steadied herself and reached for her clothes as I scooped them up and pushed them towards her.
When we were both dressed, I lay another kiss on her, sweeter this time, something I would have done when we were younger but before either of us had time to think about it, I grabbed her hand and pulled her after me as I stormed towards the door.
“Hudson,” she wasn’t struggling to get free, but her steps were hesitant. “Where are we going?”
I turned to look back at her as I ripped the door open. Her brows rose when I spoke, but she didn’t argue, and her steps followed right behind me.
“Your bed.”