Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
VIKING
Lainey doesn’t say anything immediately. Confessing that my father was a piece of shit who betrayed his president, his club, and his family isn’t light conversation. It’s heavy, and I fucking hate it. She climbs over my body, straddling my hips as she does.
“I wish you had told me all of this,” she whispers.
I wrap my fingers around her waist, gripping her there tightly. She’s so slight, so soft, and I know I could break her easily. It’s the last thing I would ever want to do to her, though.
Lainey is pure, the likes of which I will never have again. I couldn’t dream her if I tried. She is everything I could have never imagined I could have. And the thing is, I’m only going to have her for a short time.
Paul is the one who will keep her.
He is going to have her beauty, her fragility, her entire life in the palm of his hand. I’ve never been so goddamn jealous in my life. I hate myself for that. I won’t be able to watch her from a distance. I won’t be able to stomach the absolute fucking mess I made of my life.
I’m fucked.
And not in a fun way.
Lainey tips her chin, looking down at me, her hair falling around her face and tickling mine. My fingers ache to dive into that curly hair of hers while I fuck her. That thought slowly fades when I feel her hand slide down my stomach and between my legs.
Her fingers curl around my cock before she begins to gently stroke me.
I’m already half hard. She doesn’t have to do much to get me there.
The feel of her warm pussy so close to my dick is almost enough to make me rock hard.
Her small fist wrapped around me, stroking me, is all I need to go from semi to fully ready to fuck her again.
Before I can flip her over and drive into her body, she adjusts herself so that her pussy is at the tip of my cock. Her hands slide up to my shoulders, she holds on to me there, her eyes never leaving mine as she sinks down along my length, taking all of me inside her.
Every last inch.
Then she shudders as her lips curve up into a small smile.
“Every inch of you is better than the last, Gunnar.”
“I love the way you say my name. I can’t remember the last time someone even muttered the word.”
I feel her cunt squeeze my cock, then release, over and over. I clench my teeth together, trying to keep from coming. I could lose control right here, just like this. Her hips begin to roll, her eyes connecting to mine.
I’m not sure how long I can stay like this, how long I can allow her to have control of this moment. I’m already on edge, just by being here with her like this. She rolls her hips, grinding her clit against my pelvis with each thrust.
Her breaths come out in soft pants that wash over my face, which do nothing but make the moment hotter. My fingers dance up the sides of her waist, her ribs, and then find her tits. I slide my thumbs across her tight nipples, and her breath hitches as she begins to buck harder above me.
I grunt, trying to keep from blowing my load, but I’m on the fucking verge of it already. Lainey shifts so she’s sitting up higher, her hands resting against my stomach as her head flies back and she starts to really get into it.
Keeping my hands on her tits, I pinch her nipples, tugging gently on them as she moans. Her sweet sounds fill the room. She is fucking me hard, her hips rolling and bucking hard and fast against me.
I feel her pussy flutter around my cock. I know she’s close. My balls ache to empty inside her again. Curling my fingers around her tits, I apply pressure there as I hold on to her and she grinds down hard.
Releasing one of her tits, I slip my hand between us, pressing my thumb against her clit as she continues to ride. I know it was the right move when she lets out a cry, then her head lifts before her chin drops and her gaze finds mine.
“I’m close, Gunnar. Please make me come.”
Her words come out in a moan. I apply pressure against her clit, but don’t make any other movements. I don’t even flinch. I let her use the pressure of my thumb to get herself there. And she does.
It doesn’t take long.
Just a few seconds.
A few bucks of her hips, and she’s there, coming all over me.
My eyes stay connected to hers as her pussy threatens to strangle me. I could lose it completely, but not yet. I want this to last a little longer. I’m not ready to lose her wet heat yet.
I don’t know if I will ever be ready.
Her body trembles, her thighs quiver as she attempts to stay upright. My hands leave her tits, and I wrap my fingers around her hips, then use her body to jack my cock. I move her up and down along my length, lifting my hips each time I slam her down.
Over and over.
I climb higher and higher, until I’m right there.
Right.
There.
One more slam down at the same time I thrust inside her, burying myself deep, keeping her there, and I come. A low growl escapes my throat as my balls empty inside her. She collapses against my chest, nuzzling my neck when she does.
Wrapping my arms around her, I close my eyes at the feel of her tits against my chest as her lips glide against my throat. “Did you come, baby?” I ask.
She laughs, though the move causes my cock to slip from inside her. She moans at the loss, then pushes up slightly, her eyes searching mine. “You know I did, Gunnar.”
“Yeah,” I chuckle. “I sure as fuck do. Best I’ve ever had, Lainey-Rose.”
LAINEY
Exhausted, we clean up, then Gunnar wraps his arms around me before he pulls me against his side and promptly passes out. I almost laugh, and my eyes are heavy as I blink, but nothing happens.
I don’t sleep.
I can’t.
All I can do is think about Gunnar’s father. No wonder he didn’t want to even look at me sideways, let alone admit that he wanted me. Now he at least confesses it, but only because it’s too late, and even if we’re found out, it wouldn’t matter.
I’m engaged to Paul. Even if I don’t want to be, even if I’m regretting the decision. It’s one I will be living with for the rest of my life. But at least I had this, I had this moment, this time with him.
I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. Not right now, anyway. But that doesn’t stop my mind from spinning in a million different directions. I think about calling my brother and talking to him about Gunnar and his father, about his past, but ultimately decide against it.
Letting out a heavy sigh, I look up at the ceiling.
Thinking about all the things he said and how he must have felt as a teenager watching his father die in front of him.
Knowing the Vicious Reapers, it wasn’t a painless or swift death, either, especially since he did what he did to the president’s wife and daughter.
“If you don’t fall asleep, I’m going to have to fuck you again, and I’m tired,” he mumbles against my shoulder.
Laughing softly, I close my eyes, hoping that if I keep them closed, I’ll eventually fall asleep. I’m not sure if it works, but I force my breathing to come out in smooth, shallow breaths as part of my further attempts to sleep.
A million things play on a loop inside my head, most of them about not only what Gunnar said but also tonight and how amazing it felt. I can’t believe we finally had sex. His mouth was between my legs, and he was inside me.
He kissed me. Long, hard, deep, and wet. It was better than I could have ever imagined.
I’m not sure how long I sleep, but I’m startled awake by a noise. My eyes open, but I keep my lips snapped closed, waiting for the noise to sound again so I can figure out what it is. I continue to breathe shallow breaths, waiting for whatever made that noise to make it again.
Then I hear it again. Dishes. Sitting straight up, I look from side to side and realize I’m alone. I’m also still naked. Reaching for the sheet, I pull it up my body to cover my breasts. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I shift my gaze over to the small clock on my nightstand.
Ten in the morning.
Wow.
I guess I did sleep.
I’m not sure what to do. I don’t think I want to get dressed. I might just spend the day lazing around in bed. I can’t remember the last time I did anything like that. I’m always on the go, always busy.
I hear another noise, and then I see him standing in my bedroom doorway. I don’t know how he moves so quietly through my house, especially given his massive size. He’s got a mug in his hand and a smile on his face, but that’s not really what I’m focusing on.
He’s shirtless.
I’ve never cared about people’s outside appearance. All I’ve ever cared about is who the person is on the inside. But Gunnar makes me question all of that. Because the way he looks seriously does something to me.
“Coffee?” he asks.
Pushing up to sitting, I lean against the headboard as he moves toward me. He stops when he reaches the side of the bed, right next to me, and slowly sinks down. I watch as he places the coffee on my nightstand, then turns to look at me.
“Gunnar?” I ask.
“The sign can stay on the door one more day. Have a coffee in bed.”
“What happens now?” I ask.
He smirks, his blue eyes dancing, and I wish I could tackle him right now. He reaches for the sheet, gently tugging it down and exposing my breasts. My breath hitches when he leans forward and touches his lips to my nipple, kissing me there.
Arching my back, I wonder if I can actually tackle him right now. I’m sore but also achy—in an I-want-more way. And I do. Want more, that is. Pressing my lips together, I roll them a few times before I reach out and wrap my fingers around the back of his head.
“Gunnar,” I exhale.
He chuckles, his laughter causing my breasts to shake slightly as he releases my nipple, then sits up a little, his eyes searching mine. God, those blue eyes. They could be my complete and total undoing.
But they won’t be, at least not today.