Page 27 of Deadly North

My hands go to her waist, then down to cup her ass. I pull her against me, against my almost painful hard-on. Gigi whimpers, starts to wriggle, her core grinding against me, and goddamn if I don’t almost explode. I have to pull my lips off hers for a second to get control. “Fuck,” I mutter.

“What’s wrong?”

“You. Nothing. Everything.” I take a deep breath. “This is…”

“I know,” she replies breathlessly. Then, she kisses me again.

And it’s on.

I’m lifting her off the counter. I make it to the living room, intending to get to the couch, but the floor will have to do. I lower her to the rug, and as soon as I do her hands are on my shirt, tugging it over my head. I growl and pull hers off to find a lacy black bra that lets a glimpse of her nipples peek out. I let out a loud groan and dip my mouth to them, laving first one and then the other through the thin fabric. Gigi gasps and threads her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer. She rocks her hips upward instinctively, her body clamoring for mine without a word. God, I want her so bad. All the times in the past I thought about her while I was jacking off, feeling guilty as hell because she was my best friend and club brother’s sister, all the ways I’ve imagined taking her, what she’d feel like, sound like, come rushing toward me so I’m turned on like I’ve never been turned on before. This isn’t just a quick fuck to calm an urge. This is her. This isGigi, the woman I’ve tried to deny I’ve wanted for years because I could never have her.

“Oh, fuck,” I say hoarsely against her skin, giving up on willpower once and for all. I need her naked, as soon as humanly fucking possible.

My mouth finds hers again as I reach back and detach her bra, letting her breasts fall free. The button of her jeans is next, and then the zipper. Gigi doesn’t stop kissing me as she helps me get them off her, wriggling her ass against my hands as I slip the fabric over it and down her gorgeous legs. Her panties come with them, thank god, and the second they’re off my hand is between her thighs, finding her hot, wet pussy waiting for me. She lets out a loud moan when my I glide a slick finger over the hot flesh, bucking slightly. She’s ready for me, and so close that I know I could slide inside her and take her just like that, but I have to taste her first.

Gently as I can manage, I push her onto her back and part her legs wide. She tenses for a second when she realizes what I’m about to do, but one swipe of my tongue against her clit and she throws her head back and shudders and surrenders completely to me. She starts to whimper as I settle in and start to lick, slowly, careful not to set her off just yet. Her hands go to my hair again. She tries to pull me closer, strains her hips toward my mouth insistently, but I need to go slowly right now because pretty soon I won’t be able to anymore. Her clit is hard and pulsing; she tastes sweet and a little salty, and I already know I won’t be able to forget the flavor of her, not as long as I live. My cock is straining painfully under the jeans I still have on, and I have the fleeting thought that I could come like this, just from licking her. I continue worshiping her with my tongue, learning how to play the delicate instrument of her and listening as her cries get louder and more desperate. Then, when I know she can’t take anymore, I suck her clit into my mouth and devour her and she comes, hard, shuddering violently against my tongue.

She’s still quaking when I raise myself up and kick off my jeans, forcing myself to grab a condom from my wallet and sheath myself with it. Then I’m on my knees between her legs again. I take my throbbing dick in my hand, gliding my swollen head to her glistening entrance. I spend the last ounce of my restraint looking at the gorgeous picture of her there, waiting for me, wanting to be taken by me.

Then, I grab her hips and bury myself deep inside her.

Gigi cries out and I let out a guttural groan. She wraps her legs around my waist. I hold her hips and start to thrust. “Oh, god, Mack, yes, yes, yes…” she starts to chant. “So good, it’s so good…” I pull and thrust, deeper and harder and faster each time, and I’m climbing so high I know it’s not going to last much longer. “God, Jesus, fuck,” I rasp. “Gigi…”

At the sound of her name, she lets out another loud cry, and her pussy convulses around me. She’s coming again, and that’s all it takes. I thrust one final time, and then go rigid. A second later, my whole body seems to explode. I burst inside her, coming hot and hard as I empty myself, knowing that if I ever thought this one time would be enough to get Gigi Mattson out of my system, I was more wrong than I ever thought possible.

When I come to my senses, I’m lying on the floor, with Gigi curled up against my chest.

“Well, that was not the smartest idea,” she says, panting.

I pull her closer and work to slow my breathing so I can answer. “I’d beg to differ. Far as I’m concerned, that’s one of the smartest things I’ve ever done.”

Gigi snickers, and reaches up to bat one weak hand against my chest. “Come on. Be serious for a minute.”

Fuck. Way to let reality ruin a good post-coital moment, G. “Because of Fury, you mean.”

I feel her nod. “You’re his. Not mine. This shouldn’t have happened.”

Dammit. I don’t want to be irritated with her. Not now.

I let out a snort. “I’m his? What the fuck does that mean?” I ask, even though I know exactly what she means.

She shrugs. “You know. He’s your best friend,” she says in a fake-casual voice. “He’s your club brother. And then even with you and your family. I’m not part of any of that. And I’m definitely not looking to get in the middle of it.”

“That’s not what’s happening here,” I protest.

“What is happening here, then?” She stills. “Oh. You mean because this is just a one-time thing.”

No,my brain says instantly. Now that I’ve got a taste of Gigi, I absolutely do not want this to be the last time. I open my mouth to say something smart, but I can’t make myself say the words.

Gigi pulls away from me and props herself up on one elbow. Her eyes lock on mine for a long moment. Something passes between us. Something maybe neither of us is prepared for.

She’s the one who finally looks away.

“We’ve already been over this,” I say impatiently. “You know we were always there for you, too, right? My parents were always there for you.” It feels weird as fuck to be talking about my family at a moment like this. But for some reason I have to.

“Yeah. But Connor needed them more. I couldn’t take their attention away from him.”

“That wouldn’t have happened. They had enough attention for both of you.” Shit. Why didn’t I ever work harder to get them to take Gigi in? The thought is a disturbing one. How could I have just ignored her like that? How could Reenie and Choppa?

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