Page 3 of Wild Night
“What do you want, Ivy?” she asks, keeping her voice husky and sexy, her gaze never leaving mine.
I’m the only fucking man in the room right now. The only swinging dick around, even if I know I’m not. And honestly, I don’t want to keep her. I just want a few thrusts and a cum dump, but it’s nice to pretend, even if it’s just for a few minutes.
I don’t fuck all the whores here, but Hazzard is different. She knows what I like. She knows her place.
Our world has rules, and Hazzard knows them all—inside and out.
Makes this easier, no guilt—only pleasure. And the way she looks at me, I could pretend she loves me, but I know it’s all fake. And I’m okay with that. She’s not who I would choose for anything other than this. Even though she looks at me like she could crawl inside of my skin and live there happily, I push that shit aside and focus on fucking.
“Hard and fast,” I say.
She hums, then turns around, and I watch as she walks toward the bedrooms. Passing by the bar, I grab a couple of beers before I make my way to my bedroom. I could use a fucking drink.
When I open the bedroom door, I’m not surprised to find Hazzard exactly the way I want her. Ready, as always. Head down, ass up, hands gripping her cheeks and spread wide for me.
Lifting my beer to my lips, I suck down half the contents before I take my belt off, shove my jeans down, and kick off my boots. Stepping out of my pants, I move toward her. Her pussy glistens, so I know that she’s already primed herself for me.
Taking the condom from my cut pocket, I tear the foil package and gently glide it down my cock before I position myself at her entrance. Her fingers slip between her legs, and I tilt my head to the side as I watch her play with herself.
Aligning myself with her cunt, I close my eyes and gently guide myself inside of her warmth, then close my eyes and let out a sigh once I’m completely buried.
I still feel empty.
CHAPTER ONE
POSEY
Pullingmy car up to the Vicious Reapers MC clubhouse driveway was not on my list of things I thought I would ever do in my life. Not that I even knew what a Vicious Reaper or a clubhouse was before now, but I’ve had a lot of things that weren’t on my radar come to fruition, so I drive forward.
Stopping at the end of the drive, right in front of the building, I shift my car intoParkand see nothing else around me except a woman standing a few feet away from me dressed very… bridal. I’m sure there are things and people everywhere, but if there are, I don’t see them because she’s the only thing my eyes can zone in on.
She’s stunning.
The sight of her takes my breath away. And at the same time, my eyes water because it’s as if I’m looking directly at my sister. Forcing myself to breathe, I do a double take, then plaster on a fake smile before I unfold from the car.
I push my glasses over my eyes and use them like a headband to keep my long hair out of my face as I straighten my body and look straight ahead, my lips curving into a smile.
“Oh my god,” I cry.
I don’t know if it sounds fake or if it is, in fact, fake. I’m not sure. I have a million emotions slamming into me, coming from all different directions. I’m just trying to push forward. I’m having second thoughts about being here.
Dakota’s eyes widen, then she turns to look up at her new husband. They exchange some words, though I’m not sure what, then she shifts her attention back to meet mine. I watch as her lips curve up into a blinding white smile, which matches her dress. It’s absolutely gorgeous, just like her—all of her.
I’m not sure what possessed me to wear this skimpy red dress, but I am having some serious regrets. Regrets are something that I seem to continue collecting as the years go by. In my mind, I just thought, bikers, red, short, tight, cut-outs—win. I wasn’t thinking about wedding guest attire, and now that I’m here, I feel very out of place.
If Dakota is upset by my clothes, she doesn’t act it. Instead, she moves toward me, bunching up her dress before she almost breaks out into a run. When she wraps her arms around me in a hug, something shifts inside of me immediately.
Closing my eyes, I let out an exhale. In this very moment, I heal. I didn’t know I needed this kind of healing, but I did. And I welcome it—wholly. Dakota takes a step backward, and her eyes find mine.
Her smile consumes her face. Her happiness pours from her, and I try to exude the same cheerful demeanor. But I’m not sure it works. Her hands reach for mine, and she takes them in her grasp, squeezing them before she speaks.
“I’m so happy you came.”
“You look gorgeous. I’m so sorry I’m late.”
Dakota shakes her head a couple of times. “You’re here. That’s all that matters.”
It’s not all that matters, and I feel like an asshole. I wasn’t sure I was going to come at all. I wanted our first meeting to be intimate, but time is of the essence. It was a do-or-die situation, so here I am… hopefully, I don’t die.
