CHAPTER 36 #2
Goose grabs my hand and drags me down the hallway.
I try to pry myself from his grip so I can get the fuck out of here, but his hold on me is unrelenting.
He walks into the Chapel, their meeting room, and I fight yet again to free myself, slapping at his chest. Because going in there is a death sentence.
I know this. He knows this. But he’s dragging me in anyway.
He slams the door once we’re inside, and he uses his body to force mine back.
I stumble over a chair and push it to the side when he keeps coming.
“You’re here to fuck, right? Then let’s fuck.
You wanna be a clubpiece, then I’ll treat you like a clubpiece.
” Brows pinched and eyes hard, he shoves my shoulder until I fall back, ass on the church table.
With quick, harsh movements, he shrugs off his cut and throws it onto a chair. Then his hands go to his belt, and he starts unlatching it. I get up to move past him, but he pushes me again. I swear to God, I nearly punch him, because what the actual fuck is happening? How did it come to this?
When he tries to grab my hands, I scream in his face. “Knock it the fuck off! I’m not fucking you.” I shove him. He retaliates by caging my hands.
Leaning closer, he snarls down at me. “Why the fuck not. Isn’t this why you’re here? For a good-fuckin’-time? Well, I’m ready for that, Lil’. Show me what I’ve been missing out on.”
He manhandles me, goes for my T-shirt, attempting to lift it. I fight to keep it in place. Eventually, he wins and yanks it off me. With his lower body, he pushes into mine and forces me back against the table. The second his hand goes for my panties, I slap him, hard.
He stops, but only for a heartbeat. Then he tunnels his fingers harshly into my hair and crashes his mouth over mine.
It’s the whiskey, I tell myself. The motherfucking whiskey on his breath that has me stilling.
His mouth claims mine. His teeth bite my bottom lip, and his kiss softens, transforms into something altogether different. That’s when I start kissing him back.
The kiss builds like a storm gathering force.
He gives me his tenderness, his untamed desire, and his fucking soul in that kiss. It’s consuming, raw, pent-up, primal, and shreds any control of the situation I had.
When he interweaves tender, sweet caresses with his tongue, I let go completely and just feel.
His grip, which was unforgiving, becomes an exploration as his hands begin to travel over my skin.
His kisses are devastatingly deep, and he moves my head so he can worship my mouth.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced and feels as if it could go on forever.
It fucking shifts my world. The arousal flooding through my body has me moaning.
“Jesus, Goose.” I breathe those words against his lips when we come up for air.
I weave my hands under his cut and black Henley and let them trail up his chest. My fingers study the sparse chest hair there, and the prominent muscles.
My heartbeat jackrabbits out of control. And the taste of him, of his skin as I nip and nibble my way to his jaw, as I place hard kisses over his neck, spins us both out of control.
He lets out a half-growl half-groan. “Woman, you have no goddamn idea what you do to me.”
He retakes my mouth in a savage kiss. It doesn’t stop there. His mouth trails over my jaw and neck, while his fingers knead my breast. Using his other hand, he grips the space between my thigh and ass so he can grind his cock against my pussy.
The jean fabric is abrasive and unpleasant, but feeling him through the material is thrilling.
The confession spills from his lips. “You’ve got no idea how hard it’s been to stay away. Knew it would be just fuckin’ like this.”
When his kisses journey to my neck, he sucks on my skin there until it stings, until there’s no doubt in my mind, he’s left a bruise behind. He does the same to the other side, only this time he doubles down, leaving what I imagine are two hickies branded on my skin.
I go boneless and lie down on the church table, as fucking sacrilegious as it is.
He follows me down and latches onto my breast with a growl.
His tongue swirls around the peak, and his blue-eyed gaze meets mine as he plays there.
Like a traveling prophet, he spills his truth, his absolute desire for me into the devotion he shows to every inch of my skin.
He spends a good deal of time working me over before his mouth travels down between the valley of my breasts.
It’s the beginning of the end for me. Because what follows is delicious, decadent torture.
He spreads my thighs wider and hikes one over his shoulder.
Seeing him between my legs is a vision I won’t soon forget.
The intensity in the depths of his eyes says what I’ve tried to deny—that he won’t stop coming for me until he claims me in every way.
My fingers pull at his hair because I can’t help myself now. I can’t deny this is what I’ve wanted for so long—to ride his face and feel his mouth on me.
He feasts like a man possessed, takes my pussy with so much pressure and force that it steals a cry from my lips and has my back bowing off the table. It’s a fucking out-of-body experience that takes over as he makes a meal of me.
A long groan rips from me, followed by a breathy, “Oh my fucking God, Goose.”
“Sing for me, Lil’ Bird. That’s it, sing, baby.”
The skill he uses on my clit to tease it and bring me to the brink is insane. His teeth nip, his tongue flutters over clit in rhythmic and repetitive movements that send my mind reeling. The action has my orgasm cresting and my core clenching around nothing, and dying to be filled.
“Fuck, I may never stop, woman. You taste too fuckin’ good. Honey and like a sweet fuckin’ lemondrop on my tongue. ”
He begins to fuck me with his tongue, using his grip on my thighs to rock my hips against his mouth, fucking his tongue into me as deep as possible, while he thumb strums my clit.
In and out. In. And. Out. I moan and gasp out his name, while swinging my head back and forth as I battle to hold off my orgasm because I don’t want it to end.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Goose!”
“That’s it. Cry for me. Show me how much you love it and let me give you what you need, baby.
” He punctuates those words with sinking two fingers into me and begins to pump them, stretching me open.
Then he hooks them inside until he hits the spot.
A spot that has me crying out, “Oh-oh-oh fuck. I’m going to cum. ”
He growls against my clit, and it sends vibrations through me.
That’s all it takes for the storm he conjured inside of me to break, and my orgasm to come crashing forward.
My head kicks back as I shout from the force of it.
The sound echoes around the room. “Goose. Uh-uh, God… Goose,” I mutter his name over and over again.
I soar so fucking high and ride the waves of the peak as my thoughts scramble.
My core clenches and releases, and his fingers work me through the shock waves of my release as they crest and recede.
Then I’m gasping for oxygen and sucking in quick breaths to fill my lungs.
“Yeah, baby. Love you watching you cum all over my fucking mouth, Lil’.”
“Jesus, Goose.” I hear the crack in my voice as I moan his name one last time in a long, breathless syllable. The gravity of the orgasm shakes me. It’s like before today, I’d forgotten what this could feel like when it’s honest and true, and not a forced act I’m doing to play a part.
He grunts in approval and hums as he laps at my pussy. Blissful pleasure rolls through me again, and I float as I come down.
His tongue softens its ministrations by the time I return to reality.
“I know this body in a way I shouldn’t. Like a memory I can’t reach. My hands somehow know the feel of you. Do you know what that’s like? To know, but not know? It’s killin’ me, Lil’.”
His words yank me back into the present, and both send my heart soaring and wreck me at the same time.
I see how it would play out if I don’t do what I should and push him away. I see how easily we could fall back in love and get lost in him. Because fuck, I’m more than halfway there, I’ve just been lying and denying it to the best of my ability. To myself and him.
I push him back as I stand. “No, I don’t know. And how could you?”
His eyes narrow, and for a second, I see it—the hurt buried beneath the anger, beneath the haze of whatever he’s taken to dull the pain. The muscle pulses in his jaw, and he clenches his teeth. The tension from earlier returns, so does the scowl.
“You do it so well, I almost missed it.”
“Missed what?” I ask.
“I think you know.”
“I don’t.”
Taking my hand into his, he smiles sadly, his thumb brushes over my knuckles.
“Tell me, Lil’.” His voice is quieter now, a dangerous edge still lurking beneath the surface.
“Why do you care what happens to me?” The rawness there makes my chest tighten.
“What the fuck do you care what I take? Or what I do? Why push me away when you don’t do it with anyone else? ”
I just stare at him, as I think about everything he’s witnessed.
I should walk away. I should deliver a retort so cold that it will keep him at a safe distance.
But I can’t. Not when I know what he’s doing to himself.
Not when I know he’s so close to breaking and that he thinks he’s knocking on death’s door.
“Look. It’s not about you,” I say as earnestly as possible. “I just want to live a little, and I’m not ready to get tied down to any man. So don’t torture yourself over my decisions, even if you don’t understand them.”