Chapter 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
VIKING
Lainey’s lips touch the side of my throat, her bare tits pressing against my shirt, even though I wish I had the stupid thing off so I could feel her naked body pressed against mine. Closing my eyes, I wrap my arms around her, dragging my fingers up and down her bare back.
She lifts her head, and her eyes find mine, connecting as she lets out an exhale. When her gaze searches mine, I don’t know what to expect, but it’s not what she says next.
I’m still buried deep inside her, my cock softening, but thankfully, I haven’t lost the connection yet. There’s something about being inside her that makes me feel whole, and I know that makes me weak in some ways, but when it’s just the two of us, I feel like I can be that way without judgment.
Something I’ve never done a day in my life—been vulnerable.
“This feels too good to walk away from, but I think we need to stop,” she whispers.
Well, that’s not going to fucking happen. What I want to do is shift her so she’s on her back and drive into her sweet cunt until she’s so breathless that she can’t say anything like that ever again.
I cup her cheek, trying really hard not to flip her on her back and fuck her hard. Trying not to remind her why the fuck we started this and how goddamn good it feels while we’re doing it.
“We can stop in a week,” I grind out.
And the fucking thought of not being able to be inside her again, ever, after a week makes me want to absolutely lose my shit and go on a goddamn rampage.
If I could go and hunt Paul down, cut him from gut to throat and get away with it, I would.
And I don’t know a goddamn thing about him. I don’t care either.
Tipping my head back slightly, I look up into her eyes. She dips her chin slightly, her gaze searching mine. She’s got something to say; it’s on the tip of her tongue, so instead of trying to shut her up by kissing her and fucking her again, I wait.
“Gunnar,” she exhales. “We’re not doing ourselves any favors,” she whispers. She’s not wrong. But she’s also not right. I know we’re not. But I’m never going to fucking admit it out loud, not to her, not to anyone. “Tell me something,” she whispers.
“Something,” I grunt.
She laughs softly, and I swear to fuck my cock twitches when she does. Her eyes sparkle and dance as she looks into mine. I love her. This woman. I’ve fallen in love with her, and I wish it were only sex, because that’s all it was supposed to be, but it’s not.
I want to hear her laugh.
I want to be the one who makes her laugh. I want to make her smile, and I want to know everything there is to know about her. Every single thing.
Every single thing.
And I like that she wants to know shit about me, too, even if it’s not anything I want to share.
Tangling my fingers in the back of her hair, I grip her strands tightly.
Holding her where I want her as I look into her pretty fucking eyes, soaking in every goddamn second of her being here, of being inside her.
“I don’t know what to say. I’m a pretty simple man.”
Her tongue peeks out, slides across her bottom lip, then her lips curve up into a small smile. “You, Gunnar, are anything but simple. Tell me why you cut your beautiful hair,” she whispers.
“Needed a change,” I state.
She shakes her head. “You’ve had that hair for as long as I’ve known you. It’s how you got your road name. It was as much a part of you as your smile.”
I chuckle at her words. Maybe she’s right. Maybe it was part of my identity, and maybe I don’t want it to be part of me anymore. She cups both my cheeks, her gaze searching mine as she watches me for a moment. When she speaks again, my heart begins to slam against my chest at her words.
“I think you went through a transformation, even if you don’t see it.”
Her words are sweet. She thinks a hell of a lot more of me and my thought process than she probably should. I’m not that deep. Nothing about me is too deep. My life has been sex, booze, my bike, and the club for my entire adult life.
“You think a hell of a lot more of me than you should, baby,” I murmur.
She smiles softly. “I think that I just see you, Gunnar.”
“You shouldn’t,” I state. “I’ve done nothing but hurt you, ignore you, and now ruin you for your husband.”
Her entire body trembles at my words, and then I feel her cunt clench around my cock. Fuck me. I bite back the groan at the feel. She’s strangling me, and she knows what she’s doing based on the way her lips are smiling as her eyes sparkle.
I’m too fucking old to go another round with her, but as I continue to be buried inside her and she clenches and releases her tight pussy around me, I begin to harden again. She knows what she’s doing, and she fucking likes it, too.
Lainey begins to rock her hips, and my fingers tighten in her hair. I know her scalp must be burning, but if it bothers her, she doesn’t make a move to get me to release. Her hands don’t move from my cheeks as she moves her hips.
“You are trying to fucking own me, aren’t you?” I demand on a growl.
“Turnabout is fair play, Gunnar. You’ve owned me for years.”
LAINEY
Gunnar and I stare into one another’s eyes as I fuck him.
It’s absolutely the most intimate moment I think we’ve had together, and I don’t know what to do because yes, it feels amazing.
Each roll of my hips, each time my clit grinds against his pelvis, it’s out of this damn world, but at the same time, I can’t keep doing this to myself.
And yet I do.
“Baby, you’re killing me,” he grinds out.
I know I am, because he’s killing me, too. Every minute spent with him chips away at my soul. I want to stay right here with him. I want to be in this bubble, surrounded by only him and pretending that all of this could last a lifetime.
Sweat trickles down my spine, dripping down the crack of my ass as I continue to move. My hips roll and jerk. I’m climbing closer, but it feels too quick. I don’t want it to end yet. But I’m primed, been primed. My body knows what to do the minute his eyes find mine, and this is no exception.
Except it feels bigger than last time, feels better than the time before. It builds inside me, more and more. My skin feels tingly, and I know I’m about to come, but more than that, I feel like my body might actually catch on fire from the inside out.
My breathing starts coming out in pants, and I want to lean forward and touch my mouth to his, but I can’t because he’s still got his fingers tangled in my hair, tugging and causing my scalp to burn.
“I’m coming,” I cry out, feeling a little embarrassed when I do, but I don’t stop moving, and that orgasm does roll through me.
I can’t stop.
Nothing could keep me from finding my release at this very moment. My pussy clenches, every muscle in my body trembles, and a whimper escapes my lips. My eyes slide closed, and I allow myself to feel every single second of this.
“Fuck yeah,” Gunnar growls.
His hand releases my hair, and then I feel his fingers grip my hips. I keep holding on to his face, not that I could release it even if I tried. Then I hear his voice again as he begins to move me up and down, gliding my pussy along his length and extending my release.
“Open your eyes,” he demands. My eyes pop open and find his sparkling. “I want to look into those beautiful fucking eyes when I come deep inside you again, baby.”
And he does.
He looks deep into my eyes as he comes deep inside my body, filling me like only he can. Consuming me, too. It’s perfect, but at the same time, it very much feels like goodbye, like it’s a farewell that I’m not ready for.
Then, without a word, he buries his face against my neck. His lips touch the side of my throat as he continues to guide me along his length, milking him. I have never felt so sexy in my whole life as I do right in this moment.
When he lifts his head from my throat, I expect him to look up at me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he rests his forehead between my breasts, and even that makes my pussy flutter. Sadness fills me as he slides his hands from my hips and up my back, pressing his face against my chest.
Slipping my fingers from his cheeks, I glide my hand around his shoulders, holding on to him. This is it. I can feel it in my soul. This is the end of us. The end of what could have been but really never was. The end of our make-believe.
The end of my fairy tale.
Neither of us speaks to one another the rest of the night. Once we’ve caught our breath, I climb off him and make my way to the bathroom to clean up. Turning toward the vanity, I wash my hands and slowly slide my gaze up and connect it to the reflection in the mirror.
“You fucked up. You knew it when you were doing it, and you definitely know it now,” I whisper to myself.
Arching a brow, I stare at myself for a moment. Waiting for my reflection to respond to my words. My reflection has nothing to say. Not a damn thing. Except my eyes water. I wipe the tears away that begin to fall.
Slipping out of the bathroom, I make my way into the bedroom and grab a pair of sleep shorts and a tank out of my drawer. As I slip them on, I think about going in search of Gunnar but decide to crawl into bed instead.
Facing the wall, I tuck my hands beneath my pillow as I stare straight ahead at the door.
Wave after wave of sadness consumes me. It’s the end.
I feel it down in my bones. Pinching my eyes closed, I try to inhale and exhale with deep cleansing breaths, mainly so I don’t freak out, because I’m on the verge of a complete freak-out.
When the bed dips behind me, it startles me awake, but not enough that I turn to look at him. Gunnar wraps his arms around me, his lips touching my shoulder. He lets out a sigh, and I feel his breath wash over my shoulder before he kisses me there again, and then I hear his voice.
“I love you, Lainey-Rose.”