Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
LAINEY
Staring at the ceiling, I know he’s just a few feet away in the living room, but I feel as if he’s right here, sitting next to my bed and watching me. Mainly just because I can’t get his words out of my head.
I’ve always wanted you.
He’s saying it, but the words don’t mean anything, not anymore. There needs to be actions to back them up, and even then, it’s too late. It doesn’t matter anymore. None of it matters. Not a single thing. I’ve agreed to this wedding.
It’s happening in a month.
It’s happening.
Rolling onto my side, I tuck my hands beneath my pillow as I stare at the door, wondering what tomorrow is going to bring. I don’t know what the hell is going to happen, but it won’t be happening with Viking the way I always dreamed.
A stupid dream.
A frivolous dream.
Pinching my eyes closed, I try to force myself to fall asleep. It doesn’t work. My brain keeps spinning, and then I hear a noise. My eyes pop open, and instantly I see him. He’s there, standing in the doorway, the low light from somewhere in the house illuminating him
Viking looks like a god standing there. So tall that he stands like a gigantic pine tree, taking up my entire doorway, and it seems like he might even have to bend just to walk into the room. Short hair, sparkling blue eyes, and muscles. My god, the muscles. So many muscles.
Pushing up slightly, I rest on my elbow. My eyes search his, they look deep into his own, and I press my lips together, trying not to speak. He takes one step forward, then another. He stares at me wordlessly, then, when he reaches my side, he reaches out.
His index finger extends and slides down my jawline, then back up before he tucks my hair behind my ear. My breath hitches. Every single hair on my body stands at attention as goose bumps break out over my entire body.
“Viking,” I exhale.
“Gunnar,” he grunts in response.
Gunnar.
God, what a sexy name.
I start to push my body up so I can sit, but he doesn’t let me. He presses his fingers against my shoulder so I can’t push up farther, then he tugs the sheets and comforter from my body.
Unlike when I was at Paul’s, I have my pajamas on—a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top. Although, like at Paul’s, I’m not wearing a bra or panties. Gunnar climbs onto the bed, hovering over me, his blue gaze focusing on mine.
I watch him in silence, waiting for whatever is going to happen next.
I’ve never been so nervous and excited in my entire life.
He tilts his head to the side, his face shifting closer, and then I feel his lips touch mine.
He doesn’t deepen the kiss. Instead, he speaks, his lips touching mine with every single word he says.
“You have one month until you leave us. Have me for that month.”
“Have you?” I ask softly.
He grunts, his lips touching mine in a brief kiss. “Have me, babe. I’ve always wanted you, but betraying Piggy was never worth the risk. I love my brothers, my brotherhood.”
I almost tell him if he loves them so much, it must mean he can’t love me at all. At least to his rationale, it must mean that, and that hurts. Because every girl wants the fairy tale. Every single girl wants to be loved more than anything in the world.
But I don’t say anything.
I can’t.
Not only because his lips are touching mine, but also because I can’t think of any rational thought while said lips are touching mine. And a snarky, smart-assed thought? Forget about it completely.
His mouth shifts from mine, slowly traveling down my throat, stopping in the middle before he sucks on the hollow there. My eyes close, my head falls back, my neck arches, and at the same time, my back does.
I want his mouth everywhere. I almost pinch myself to see if this is a dream. It must be. There’s no way this is real. It cannot be. Then I feel his fingers slide along the waistband of my sleep shorts before he hooks his finger in them and tugs.
Lifting my hips, I allow him to take them off, even reaching down to help. But as his mouth continues down the center of my chest, past my breasts, I can’t help but freeze at the thought of his mouth between my legs.
I grip his biceps, my nails digging into the flesh slightly. He lifts his head, those sparkling blue eyes meeting mine. I shake my head, trying to think of what to say or how to say it.
But I can’t have his mouth there.
His brows snap together in question. “Lainey?”
“Not your mouth. Not this time,” I whisper.
He narrows his eyes on me, biting the corner of his bottom lip before he releases the flesh. “He didn’t fuck you, but he did that?”
It’s a guess. I didn’t tell him that Paul didn’t fuck me.
I didn’t tell him anything. But one thing Viking is not is dumb.
He’s not a fucking idiot, and he can read me really well for some reason.
Even for someone I haven’t had a whole lot of interaction with, aside from watching and pining from a distance.
“We didn’t have sex, but yeah, he did that,” I whisper.
“Well then, I’m going to have to erase every goddamn memory of him.”
VIKING
I ignore the fact that Paul touched any part of her, tasting her, especially before I could, as my mouth moves down her body, and I wrap my fingers around the backs of her knees, throwing them over my shoulders.
I flatten my tongue before I slide it through her folds, circling her clit before she whimpers. Her fingers slide through my short hair, her nails scraping against my scalp.
Feels so goddamn good.
I moan, my tongue on a mission to make her come. Her taste floods my tongue, and I shift my focus from her sweet pussy to her clit. I need to taste her release. I need to blow her fucking mind and make her forget Paul ever existed, at least until she marries him.
Grazing my teeth across her clit, I slide one of my hands up her thigh, then I find her center. Slipping two fingers inside her warmth, I curl them as I make a come-hither motion. Lainey thrashes around on the bed.
I open my eyes to watch her as she does. She’s so fucking beautiful. Now I don’t just want to taste her cum, I want to watch her come, too. She lifts her hips, meeting my fingers and tongue. It doesn’t take her long.
She’s so close.
So damn close.
She’s whimpering and writhing beneath me. She’s absolutely breathtaking. Not just because my face is buried between her thighs, but also because she is just that fucking gorgeous.
When she comes, her body freezes, and I feel her cunt clamp down around my fingers. I don’t stop my movements. I continue focusing my tongue on her clit and my fingers moving inside her.
Lainey’s fingers find my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh, and it’s hot as fuck. So goddamn sexy. I only slip my fingers out of her center when her body relaxes. She moans, sinking into the mattress.
I touch my lips against the soft skin of her inner thigh, then slowly shift my body up hers until my cock is aligned with her center.
I don’t slam inside her, at least not yet.
Rising to my knees, I decide that I don’t want to be on top of her.
I want her close, so fucking close that we almost become one.
Reaching down, I wrap my arms around her back and pick her up so her tits are pressed against mine. Instinctually, Lainey slides her arms around my shoulders and holds on to me.
My dick is hard and waiting.
Gripping her hips, I hold her still, my eyes finding hers before I gently lower her down onto my length. One of her hands slides up my neck, her fingers curling around me there. Her eyes are focused on mine as she begins to move.
“Gunnar,” she breathes, the soft voice going straight to my goddamn dick.
I can feel her warm breath wash over my face as she fucks me slowly and sweetly. My brain feels like it’s spinning. I can’t even form a goddamn logical thought right now. I’m not in control, and in a different way than I’m used to.
I’ve never been one to fuck slow. It’s always been something I did for relief, for fun, or out of boredom. None of those circumstances apply when it comes to little Lainey-Rose with the rockin’ fucking body.
“You feel so good,” she moans.
“Baby,” I grind out, my teeth gnashing together as I look directly into her eyes.
Releasing her hip with one of my hands, I guide my fingers up her spine, tangling my fingers in her hair, holding her tightly there.
“You feel better than good. You feel fucking fantastic.” Shifting my face forward, I touch my lips to the side of her throat before I continue. “You fuck me so good, baby.”
Her body shivers, which makes me smile against her throat. I gently bite her there, then suck on the skin, leaving my mark. Because for at least the next month, she’s mine, all fucking mine, and I’m going to make a goddamn impression that she’s never going to be able to forget.
“I wish I could stay like this forever. You feel so good inside me.”
Fuck.
Her words are going to be my undoing if she doesn’t shut up. The hand not tangled in her curly blond hair slides down her body and slips between us. Pressing my thumb against her clit, I can’t contain my grin.
I know she’s sensitive from coming not too long ago.
She whimpers the moment I make contact. With one hand in her hair, the other drawing circles against her clit, I can’t believe this is real.
I’m inside her, and it’s every single fantasy I’ve never allowed myself to have coming true in the same moment, like a fireball bursting out of the fucking sky.
I knew if I allowed this to happen, it would shake me. It’s another reason why I never went here with her. I just didn’t realize that it had the velocity to completely fucking break me. Her nails dig harder into the flesh of my shoulders, bringing me out of my thoughts.
I watch as Lainey’s head falls back slightly, and her back arches as her pussy clamps down around my cock.
She comes.
It’s without warning, without any signs, and it almost forces my balls to empty inside her. Thankfully, I have just enough grasp of my control that I’m able to hold off, but not for long. I can feel my balls tingling already.
My release is on the edge. I’m ready to come at any given fucking second.
She trembles as her orgasm rolls through her entire body.
Lainey’s sweet pussy pulses around my cock, threatening to strangle my dick in the best way possible.
I use that moment to shift my hands and grab her waist, gripping her there.
Knowing that her small body is mine for the moment and relishing in that shit.
But now it’s my turn to fuck.
Holding her body still, I lift my hips and, using all the strength I have, I fuck her hard and fast. Thrusting inside her, I tip my chin so I can watch myself disappear inside her tight cunt.
As much as I want to fuck her like this for hours, I’m not that restrained. I can’t hold on to my control quite that long. Not when she feels this good, not when she’s looking at me like I hung the goddamn moon.
Not when it’s finally happening.
Clenching my teeth, I try not to come. I try to hold it off a bit longer, but I fail. The moment I get my fifth thrust inside her wet heat, I bury myself deep, and a roar is ripped from my throat at the same time I come inside her warmth.
So good.
So beyond good.
Dare I say the best I’ve ever had?
Lainey is like every fantasy and nightmare I’ve ever had at once, all rolled into a ball, because as fucking fantastic as that was, I can’t keep her. I know I can’t. She’s going to belong to someone else.