Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
CIDNEY
“This was a lot of useless shit,” I mutter.
We’ve spent the bulk of our evening going through any and everything online in order to find the connection, and we’ve got nothing. There is absolutely nothing.
“I don’t think they even knew one another at this point. Nothing connects them—not high school, not middle school. They weren’t even from the same town. My mom was from Chatham, and Samuel was from New Jersey. I just don’t understand.”
I know I’m just thinking out loud, but I am at a complete loss, like to the point where I’m ready to completely give up. This is too hard, and I don’t know that it matters. I take the iPad from Goose’s hands and close the case, turning to him.
He slowly lifts his gaze to mine, shock clear across his features as he stares at me, unsure of how to react to what I’ve just done. That’s okay. I know what I’ve done, what I’m doing, and what I’m about to say and do.
“I would like to meet with the leader,” I announce. “We aren’t going to figure anything out here, hiding away in my apartment. I want to meet him face to face and talk to him. I want to know.”
Goose opens his mouth, but I shake my head once, lifting my hand between us and touching my fingers to his lips. I don’t want to hear him tell me no. I want him to say yes, only yes, because I want to be done with this. I feel like I’m being held hostage.
I want to be completely and totally done… although, if this situation gets handled, that means Goose goes back to his regular life without me… so maybe not so much. I don’t say that, though. Hopefully, this, being here together, means there is a future for us.
One can hope anyway.
“No, Goose. I’m not going to be a prisoner because some psychopath may or may not come looking for me, especially when I don’t even know why. It’s time to know why and what the hell they want from me, and I’m not going to let anyone else get hurt in the process, either.”
His eyes search mine, but he doesn’t speak. Instead, he reaches up and wraps his fingers around my wrist before he gently pulls my hand away. He turns his head, and his lips touch the inside of my palm before he shifts his gaze back to meet mine.
“Then we’ll do that, but I will have your back the entire time.”
“There’s nowhere else I’d want you.”
His lips twitch into a smirk. “You sure about that?” He lifts his hips slightly. Although I can tell that he’s being a smart-ass, that’s okay. This is the way I like him best. And I would like him somewhere else.
Definitely somewhere else… like deep inside me.
Now.
I crawl toward him and straddle his hips, placing my hands against his chest as I look straight into his eyes. Goose grips my hips, his gaze focused on mine. Shifting closer to him, I touch my mouth to his, but I don’t deepen the kiss.
His tongue slides across the seam of my lips, dipping inside for just a moment before he shifts backward slightly. “You gonna be my good girl?” he asks.
God.
Yes.
I will be anything and everything he asks of me.
Reaching between us, I unbuckle his pants to slip my hand beneath the waist of his jeans and boxers, wrapping my fingers around his length. Slowly, I stroke him, careful not to clench too tightly, but I want him… so damn badly.
When his fingers curl around my wrist, applying pressure to stop me, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, my gaze connecting to his. I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong, but I wait to follow his lead.
“I want to be inside you when I come.”
Yes.
Please.
I will take that lead all day, every day.
Releasing my grasp from his length, I scramble to my feet and quickly strip my clothes off until I’m completely naked. I want him to be inside me. I want to feel him. I don’t care about anything right now except him being inside me.
The rest of the world could burn down, and I would only smile, because I would be here with him, and that is all I give a shit about—being here with him.
I cup his cheek before I climb onto his lap. Goose aligns the head of his cock with my center, and I slowly guide myself along his length. I’m not ready for him. I feel the bite of pain as he stretches me, but I don’t care. I love it.
Once I’m fully seated, I grip his shoulders and let my head fall back slightly. His hands grip my hips, his fingers digging into the flesh of my skin so hard they’ll without a doubt leave me with bruises. I welcome them, just like I welcome him—always.
Leaning forward, I begin to move as I touch my mouth to his. I whimper, then the burning sensation from being stretched to capacity subsides, and I only feel pleasure. There is no pain, not when I’m with Goose.
Rocking my hips, I can’t do anything but feel as I move along his length. I want to keep him—this rough and rowdy man. I want to keep him forever. I know I shouldn’t, but that doesn’t take the desire away.
The desire for him. It’s always Goose.
One of his hands slips between us, and I feel his thumb against my clit. He draws a circle, then another. I close my eyes, and my head tilts backward as I begin to ride him.
Reaching behind us, I wrap my fingers around his thighs and ride.
I ride this man, this beautiful and glorious man.
The man I’ve fallen in love with, although I’ll never admit it. Even if I never actually say it aloud, I do love him. I’ve fallen in love with him. I’ve never felt this way about any other human on this entire earth.
Goose is the one for me. I’m just not sure how long I’ll be able to keep him. As much as I want to pretend it’s forever, I know it isn’t. He will be done with me soon enough and move on to whoever or whatever is next, because it will be someone.
I’m under no illusion that I won’t be replaced in the blink of an eye.
I know I will. But it’s fun to pretend that this is real.
That this could last. That I could be his forever and he be mine.
In my hopes and dreams, that’s the way this plays out, but hopes and dreams aren’t reality. As much as I wish they could be.
GOOSE
When she comes, I feel her pussy clamp down around me, holding me hostage, just like the rest of her. And I like it—crave it even. Fuck, this woman’s body owns me. Owns every fucking part of me. I’ve fallen for her, and I’m not going to let anyone hurt her… not even myself.
Shifting forward, I wrap my lips around her nipple, sucking her breast in deep. Fuck, I love the taste of her, of every part of her. Her back is arched, her fingers gripping my thighs. Her body on display.
Goddamn, this woman is everything.
She continues to move, rocking herself, her clit grinding against my thumb with each roll of her hips, then it happens to me before I realize what’s going on.
I come.
Hard.
And I fucking love every second of it. Being with her, being inside her, coming inside her body. I love it. I didn’t know it could feel this good. I didn’t know a woman could make me feel this… whole. But she does. Cidney Whitaker makes me feel whole.
I get it now—what Maverick was wrestling with when he met Zadie. This feeling. I would never let another man share this with me. Not her. Not this. Not even my own brother. It wasn’t a betrayal. It was him finding this.
Releasing her breast, I lean my head back slightly, my gaze sliding over her tits, then her throat and her face as my orgasm slides throughout my entire body. Consuming every ounce of me.
Yes.
Fucking yes.
Everything.
She shifts forward, burying her face in my neck, her tits pressed against my chest as we both attempt to catch our breath. Gliding my fingers up and down her spine, I close my eyes as I inhale her scent, her hair.
Cidney suddenly lifts her head slightly, and her gaze connects with mine. “I’ll set up the meet, babe.”
Hell, I’ll give her whatever she wants.