Chapter 36
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
VIKING
Being this close to her again, it sends my entire body into a ball of fire. I want to be inside her right now. And then, when she moves closer to me, when I feel her palms press against my chest, I know she wants it, too.
Wants me—us.
“Lainey,” I exhale.
I’m not sure how long I can stay like this.
So… near her yet not inside her. I curl my fingers around her wrist, squeezing gently, but I don’t pull away from her.
Dipping my chin, I move closer to her. My lips touch hers, brushing against her own, taking just a taste before I shift back slightly so I can look into her eyes.
“What are you doing here?” she asks, although her words come out in a hesitant tone.
I can hear the confusion laced with excitement and maybe even a little hope in her words. Although maybe that’s more than wishful thinking on my part. I think about not telling her a goddamn thing, throwing her over my shoulder, and proudly walking out with her, but I decide against it.
Making a spectacle of taking her out of here today isn’t the way to go about this. Bullet knows what happened, and he’s going to work on the politics of it while he trusts me to get Lainey out of here and to safety.
“We need to leave. Quietly,” I mutter.
It’s the last thing I want right now. What I want is to fuck her in this bathroom so she knows who she belongs to, and it is definitely not the man she just pledged her eternal love and devotion to.
“I’m married to him,” she whispers.
I can see the tears welling in her eyes.
Her gaze is mixed with not just sadness but an underlying hopefulness as well. It’s sweet, and I can tell she’s trying not to be hopeful. She thinks she’s fucking stuck with that prick. I won’t let that happen, not after he betrayed us and likely betrayed his own goddamn organization as well.
“You aren’t,” I state.
She opens her mouth to argue with me, but I don’t let her. There’s no sense in it because I already know the answer to the argument she’s going to attempt. I extend my index finger and hold it against her lips in an effort to keep her from speaking.
“Flop is taking care of that as we speak. Nothing is official, Lainey. Nothing has been recorded at the courthouse,” I murmur.
She lets out a trembling breath, and before she can say anything else, I do something that I absolutely should not do here. I tilt my head to the side, and I kiss her. Hard. I own her in that kiss, and she allows me to; it’s what she wants just as badly as I do.
Fuck me.
Fuck.
I want her to fuck me.
Gripping the layers of her skirt fabric, I lift it up her legs, and then I’m surprised when I feel her fingers at my belt. She unbuckles, unzips, and shoves my jeans down as far as she can. She frees me, her fingers curling around my length as I slip my tongue into her mouth, tasting her there.
Reaching down, I wrap my fingers around the backs of her thighs, hitching them up and around my hips as I move forward, pressing her back against the bathroom door. Breaking the kiss, I nibble on her bottom lip before I rest my forehead against hers.
I’m so fucking hard and ready. Her hand is doing goddamn magic to my cock right now. I grunt, shifting my hips forward into her hand. My breathing is coming out in rough, ragged pants.
Slipping my hand from her thigh, I continue to press her against the door, using my hip and my torso to keep her there. Finding her center, I glide my fingers through her folds, groaning at the wetness I find there.
“Please,” she whimpers.
“Please?” I ask. “What do you want, little Lainey-Rose?”
She shivers but doesn’t answer me. I don’t really have the time to wait her out, but I am enjoying the feel of her soft, wet cunt against my fingers. She lifts her hips slightly, though she can’t move that much.
I tease her. She whimpers, and I can feel her breath wash over my face as she lets out a trembling exhale. She’s on the edge, but I know that as lightly as I’m touching her right now—my fingers gently feathering over her warm center, her clit, then back again—she’s not going to come this way.
“I want you inside me, Gunnar. I always want you inside me.”
That’s all I needed to hear. That lights a fucking fire inside me and snaps my control, what little of it I have left.
“Guide me home,” I murmur.
She knows what I want as she aligns the head of my cock with her center, then lifts her hand between us, wrapping her fingers around the side of my throat as I sink inside her. Burying myself to the hilt, I bite back the groan.
She feels amazing—she feels like mine.
Lainey digs her nails into the back of my neck, no doubt leaving marks, and not for the first time, I wish I hadn’t cut my hair. What I wouldn’t give to have her fingers tugging on the strands of my hair right now.
The fabric of her dress being bunched up around us makes it impossible to feel any part of her body pressed against mine, and I smirk at the thought. Call it immature or whatever you want, but fucking her in this dress, with her husband in the next room, is hot as shit.
Even if he’s not quite her husband yet, and he never will be.
My hips begin to move as I shift my head back slightly, my gaze connecting to hers. Lainey’s fingers grip my neck even tighter, and I hiss at the amazing bite of pain that slides through my skin and down my spine.
“I’m so close,” she whimpers.
I know she is. She doesn’t need to tell me that; I can feel it, all of it, as I continue to move inside her. I feel her pussy flutter around me, attempting to draw me in and keep me there, but I’m not ready yet, and neither is she.
Touching my lips to her cheek, I brush them across her skin and then suck on her earlobe before my teeth tug on the sweet flesh there, my hips slamming into her, my pelvis grinding against her clit, and then it happens.
Her pussy doesn’t just flutter. It clamps down, and her nails dig into my skin even harder, no doubt drawing blood, which I fully welcome. My hips move harder and faster, the back of her head bouncing against the door once, twice, three times until I bury myself deep inside her and still.
She drains my cock, her pussy milking every fucking ounce from my balls. I lift my head, my gaze flicking to her face, and I can’t help the sensation of pride that fills my chest and squares my shoulders. Her eyes are closed, a small smile plays on her lips, and she pants from exertion.
This woman is well and truly fucked, and I am the one who did it to her. That fills me with a sense of pride like no fucking other. I touch my mouth to hers, but don’t linger.
We need to get fucking moving.
I need to get her out of here without a fight.
The fight will come later, but for now, I need to ensure her safety.
I hadn’t really planned on this happening…
yet. When I start to take a step backward, her legs wrap tighter around me, keeping me where I am, buried deep… where I want to stay—forever.
“Please don’t leave me, Gunnar,” she murmurs.
My lips curve up into a small smile as she opens her eyes and looks directly into mine. I could try to play it cool, but we’re past that point. At least I am. There is no more cool, not when it comes to Lainey and the way I feel about her, not when I almost let her go forever.
“I love you, Lainey. I am not walking away from you. I am not leaving you. You’re never getting rid of me again because I’m going to keep you… forever.”
“You love me?” she says.
“With everything inside me.”
LAINEY
With everything inside me.
I can’t get those words out of my head. I can’t believe that he actually said them out loud, his gaze focused on mine, connected. The world melts away, and there is just us. Just him and me.
Nobody and nothing else exists, and the millions of questions I had completely dissolve. They disintegrate inside my head in an instant. I want to pull him closer to me, but I allow him to take a step backward, knowing that we probably need to get out of here.
“I’m taking you with me, but we need to slip out the back. Are you ready to run if you need to?” he asks.
“I would fly if I needed to, Gunnar.”
He lets out a chuckle as he tugs up his jeans, fastening them as I smooth out and straighten my dress. I don’t bother looking at my reflection in the mirror. I don’t care what I look like, and I don’t plan on seeing anyone else tonight.
All I want to do is ride off into the sunset.
Gunnar reaches for the door lock, flipping it so it’s unlocked. He tugs the door open and steps forward before he looks out and shifts his attention from side to side. I watch as he takes a step into the hallway.
He holds his hand up, keeping me inside, and I hold my breath as I wait for him to give me the go-ahead.
Picking up my skirts, I hold them a little higher than I probably should when he motions for me to come forward. I don’t look around. I follow behind him and focus on the Vicious Reapers patch on his back. I don’t give a shit about anything other than following Gunnar and getting out of this alive.
The other guy who came here with Gunnar steps out of somewhere. I didn’t even see where he came from. He whistles low, lifting his hand, and motions for us to turn down whatever hallway he’s come out of.
Gunnar turns, and I stay close to him. So damn close. I reach for the back of his belt, holding on tightly so I can keep up. My breathing becomes heavier, faster, and my vision starts to blur. I hold on to him as tightly as I can to keep from falling on my ass or my face.
“You find a way out where we won’t be seen?” Gunnar hisses.
“They’re already looking like they’re getting a little fucking antsy, wondering where she is.”
I start to ask how he knows that, but then I blink at the sight of Lightning standing at the end of the hall, next to a door.
He jerks his chin, and I give him a smile as Gunnar moves toward him, only stopping for a brief moment.
I don’t hear what they say, but there are murmured voices, and then the door opens.
We don’t stop moving until we’re standing beside his bike. I stare at the iron machine as a thrill slides throughout my entire body. Turning my head, I look behind me at the gorgeous venue and realize that no matter how pretty it is, I would rather be with this man right in front of me.
He climbs on his bike, waiting. I pick up my skirts even higher, climb onto the bike behind him, straddling it as I shift closer to him—though I can’t feel the warmth of his body against mine—then wrap my arms around him.
He doesn’t start the engine immediately. He turns his head, looking over his shoulder at me.
“You here with me, like this, this time it means exactly what it means, Lainey. Exactly what you think it could mean. You’re on the back of my bike. You’re in my bed. You’re fucking mine—forever.”
I don’t know what else to say. Only one thing comes to mind. “Take me home, Gunnar Lund, and make good on that promise.”
The engine roars to life, and then he zooms away. I hear the other bike behind us staying close. I don’t bother to turn around to watch him. It doesn’t matter. All I can think about is this man, the love of my life, and he’s claiming me.
I’m his.
But then again, I’ve always been his.