I do not like the way this shit makes me feel.
I think about taking my phone out and calling Daisy, telling her to get ready for me, then running to her just to forget this shit, forget the way this makes me feel. But I don’t do that, because the last thing I ever want is to walk away from Lainey before I need to. Before I’m forced to.
Fuck.
I don’t want to walk away from her at all… ever. But it doesn’t matter what the fuck I want. The club is what’s important and what will always come first, even at the expense of our happiness.
The sound of the shower turning off causes my spine to straighten. I hear the door open, then close, and footsteps. Turning my head, I watch as she walks down the hallway innothing but her towel wrapped around her, then she stops at the mouth of the hallway, her eyes finding mine.
“You okay?” she asks.
Fuckno, I’m not okay. I doubt I’ll ever be okay again. But I won’t ever admit that, not to her, not to anyone. She’s got a life to begin that she needs to come to peace with, and I do, too. No matter how fucking hard that’s going to be.
“Yeah,” I grunt.
My gaze swings away from her to the boxes again. If I look at her a minute longer, standing there in her towel, I’m going to want to fuck her against the wall in the hallway.
“Do you think I really need to pack anything?” she asks.
“Probably not,” I mutter.
Paul probably won’t let her keep any of it. Clearing my throat, I turn my head to look at her. She nods once, clearing her throat before she speaks. I watch as she lifts her arms, crossing them just beneath her tits, holding her towel up even though I wish I could will that shit off with just a look.
“He dressed you up like a bad bitch, and he only had you with him for one night. Guessing that’ll be your new vibe. He’s not going to want you to bring much of our old life into the new one.”
She doesn’t say anything. I need to tear my gaze away from her, but I can’t. I’m lost in her eyes, and when her arms move, it doesn’t register what she’s doing until she’s standing naked in front of me.
She’s tugged her towel down, dropping it on the floor. She takes one step over the towel, then continues to make her way toward me. Fuck me. I need to walk away from her. This kind of obsession isn’t healthy for her. Not for me either. You’d have to fucking kill me to get me to walk away from her right now.
“Let me have as much of my life as I can get, then, Gunnar, before it’s all taken away from me.”
Say fucking less. Reaching out for her waist, I grip her there before I pick her up slightly, just enough to carry her sexy, naked ass to the sofa. Sinking down, I sit my ass on the couch, my hands sliding to her hips, gripping slightly before I release them and slide my fingers down the backs of her thighs.
Lainey spreads her legs, straddling my thighs instantly, and fuck me, but I want her again. Slipping my fingers between her thighs, I feel her soft cunt. It’s still damp from her shower. And soon, it’ll be damp because of me, too.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
VIKING
Lainey’s lipstouch 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 cuntuntil 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.