Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
CIDNEY
When my eyes flutter open, I don’t even have to look over or reach out across the sheets to know that I’m alone.
I can sense his presence, and I know that he’s nowhere near me.
He’s not even in this apartment. Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I stand, stretch, then shuffle toward the bathroom.
Grabbing my robe, I slip it on as I head into the living room. My center aches with every step I take, and my cheeks flush when my gaze scans the arm of the sofa. I was bent over that arm not too long ago. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I try to hide the smile that appears.
I move toward the kitchen and start a cup of coffee just as I hear the front door open. Turning my head, I watch as Goose moves through the door. My breath hitches at the sight of him. His head is dipped, but I’m not looking at his head.
He’s sweaty, not just a little, but a lot. His shirt is sticking to his body, highlighting all of his muscles. His thick, stacked muscles, one on top of the other. A shiver slides down my spine just looking at him. He’s always sexy as hell, and I didn’t think he could be sexier, but I was wrong.
“You okay?” I ask as he closes the door, flips the locks into place, then makes his way toward the kitchen.
I expect him to head to the fridge, but he doesn’t. He makes his way directly toward me, closing the distance between us, and then his mouth comes down and touches mine. I feel his tongue slide across the seam of my lips before he breaks the kiss and his eyes find mine.
“Morning, Cid,” he murmurs.
“Morning.”
“I went to your building’s gym. I haven’t had a workout in a few days. I was jonesin’. I wanted to make sure your security was up and running before I went, though.”
Reaching out, I wrap my fingers around his sweaty, strong bicep and squeeze gently. “I can’t tell you missed even a day,” I murmur.
He looks down at my hand, then shifts his focus back to mine again. “You keep looking that fucking cute, babe, I’m going to have to fuck you in this kitchen again,” he grunts.
My lips part as my head tilts back a little more, my gaze lifts to meet his, and he shakes his head a couple of times. His eyes are focused on mine, then he lifts his hand between us before I feel his index finger touch my chin.
“You’re not stopping, Cidney. You look cute as fuck, sexy even right now.”
“But you don’t want to?” I ask.
When he growls, the noise comes from deep inside his chest. He reaches down, wrapping his hands around the backs of my thighs, and picks me up before he turns toward the bar and releases me. I land hard on the counter with a thud. The sound causes his lips to twitch into that sexy smirk.
Goose’s hips shift forward, and I spread my legs, making room for him. His fingers gently slide up the center of my torso, dancing up my chest before they curl around the front of my neck. I love that—when he squeezes my throat his way.
He leans forward until his lips touch mine, but he doesn’t deepen the kiss. Instead, he speaks against my mouth.
“I don’t have time to fuck you right now, Cidney,” he murmurs.
“Why?” I exhale.
I can’t imagine there’s anything else he needs to do right now except me. I’m not sure what could be more important than him being inside me. Then we both find relief. It feels like it’s been an eternity, yet only a moment all at the same time.
Placing my hands on the center of his chest, I tip my head back slightly so I can look into his eyes. His gaze is searching mine. “I got some shit to do down at the clubhouse today, and you have to get ready for your girls’ night. There are some grocery deliveries coming.”
“Girls’ night… tonight?” I ask.
His eyes widen at the same time his lips curve up. “Tonight.”
I haven’t texted anyone. I haven’t even looked at my phone. I’ve been locked inside this bubble with this man. This beautiful man. And I don’t want to leave. I want to stay here with him, wrapped up in him.
I want to become part of him.
I want to hold on to this, grasp at it until there is nothing left, because I’m not ready for this to end. I’m not ready for him to go back to his life while I try to figure my own out. I’m not ready for sleeping alone again.
“What will you do during that time?” I ask.
His smile doesn’t fade, but it doesn’t grow, either.
Instead, he watches me for a long moment.
He just stares at me, almost blankly. His hand leaves my throat, cupping my cheek before his thumb glides along my bottom lip.
He shifts forward again, his lips touching mine, but only for a moment before he straightens and his hand falls from my face.
“I got club shit to do, Cidney. You and the girls will have some wine, some food, and then I’ll be home.”
I could comment about how that sounds kind of sexist, but he’s not wrong.
That’s exactly what we’ll have. Wine and food…
and lots of talking. Because they’re going to have a million questions for me…
a million and five maybe. None of them even knew I was dating Jeffrey.
Then Lightning gets shot, and I’m under protection and surveillance.
Yeah, they’re going to have questions.
Lots of them.
“You’re coming back here tonight?” I ask.
“Yeah, I’m coming here tonight,” he confirms, his lips twitching into a smirk. “Nowhere else I can be. I haven’t been called off Cidney duty yet.”
I force my smile to widen. His words slam into me as if he’s physically hit me. If I needed a reminder before, that was a sure slap to the face that this is not real. I’ve been living in a little bubbled dream, one I knew I was living in, one I’m not ready to let go of yet.
But I’m not going to have a choice.
GOOSE
Taking a step backward, I leave her sitting on the countertop. Sure, I want to fuck her… hard and fast. I’m primed and ready after my grueling workout, but I’m not going to do her quick and dirty right now.
I smile, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip. I want her after she’s had a few drinks. When she’s ready for a long night with me. Because I’m more than ready for one with her. Stepping into her bathroom, I strip out of my sweaty clothes, my nose wrinkling at my own smell.
I start the shower and wait for the water to warm up before I step into the ceramic space. It doesn’t take long—just a few seconds—before I let the warm water rinse off my stench. Reaching for the soap, I lather it and begin washing my body when a whoosh of cold air slides over my skin.
Turning my head, I watch as Cidney steps into the shower with me. I turn to face her completely, but don’t ask her what she’s doing in here. I don’t need to. I already know what the fuck is going on. She needs me. And I’m going to be whatever she needs.
Reaching out, I cup her cheeks before I lean down and touch my mouth to hers. “What’re you doing in here?” I ask against her lips.
I shouldn’t ask, because I already know exactly why she’s in here. But I still want to hear it from her lips. I want to hear everything from her lips, in her voice. Fuck, I am falling hard for this woman.
So damn hard.
“Goose,” she exhales.
Shifting my hands to her breasts, I slide my thumbs along her nipples, grunting at them being hard and ready for my mouth. I know her pussy is as well. She’s ready and waiting for me.
“Tell me,” I demand softly as I reach between her legs.
Sliding my fingers through her folds, I dip two inside her, moaning at the feel of her wetness. She’s warm and ready for me, pulsing at the feel of me between her thighs. I want her to strangle my fucking cock, because I know she can, and she will.
“Goose,” she exhales, but she doesn’t make me ask her twice. Instead, she answers me. “I want you,” she whispers. “I want you inside me.”
Say fucking less.
Releasing her cheek, I reach down, grab her other cheeks, and lift her up, pressing her back against the warm shower tile. Touching my mouth to hers, I shift my hips backward slightly, aligning my cock with her center, and slowly sink inside her.
Once I’m buried deep inside her body, her hands fly to my shoulders, and I feel her nails dig into my flesh. Lifting my head, I catch my breath as my eyes find hers. I don’t move, my cock buried deep, her walls stretched around me, her body becoming used to my intrusion.
“Move, Goose,” she demands softly.
I smirk. “Yeah, I know you want that. But I want to hear everything.”
She doesn’t speak immediately. She doesn’t need to. I know what she wants. I can feel it. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear it, because I do. I want to listen to her sweet lips say it—to say everything.
“Fuck me, Goose. Fuck me hard and make me come.”
Hell fucking yeah.
I do just that. I fuck her. It’s hard and fast against the shower wall, the exact opposite of what I wanted for tonight, but I can rest up for a few hours and do just that later. Sometimes a good, hard fuck fixes everything.
My hips begin to move, my eyes focused on hers and nowhere else. Nothing else in this fucking world matters but Cidney Whitaker. I am head over fucking heels in love with her. Even if I’ll probably never be able to tell her, I know I am.
My hips roll, my pelvis grinding against her clit with each stroke. Her nails dig into the flesh on my shoulders as her whimpers echo off the walls around us. My movements become harder, faster.
My focus never leaves hers.
When she comes, I feel it before I hear her breath hitch.
She comes hard. Her pussy clamps down around my cock, squeezing me…
strangling me like I know only she can. Slamming my lips against hers, I fuck her through her orgasm, until my back tingles, my balls draw up, and I bury myself deep inside her and come.
Hard.
Hell. Fucking. Yes.
Ripping my mouth from hers, I look into her eyes, and I fight the urge to tell her that I love her. As much as I want to say the words, it’s not the time or the place. I’m not sure if it ever will be. I don’t deserve her, and I never will.
Touching my mouth to hers, I lazily move in and out of her body, my tongue making the same movements. Lazily fucking her mouth and her cunt at the same time. It’s perfection. Complete total perfection.