Lucky Boys (Il Fortunato #1)

37. Maverick

CHAPTER 37

MAVERICK

“Did you really think you were in charge here? That you could take our fucking prize? You’re just a fucking slut like him, a dirty whore who needs both his holes filled. It’s time to show you your place.”

Skye blinked, trying to shake off the hit. I reared back, ready to strike again, but this time Skye blocked it. He took advantage of me being off-balance, his knee hitting me hard in the thigh. Then he shoved me to the ground and took off.

“Fucker!” I snapped, climbing to my feet. I had to catch him before he got too far. Skye had speed to his advantage, but I wouldn’t give him a chance to use it. His ass was mine.

Skye was heading toward the tree line. I vaguely saw Brooks take off in the same direction, Luca stalking carefully behind him. I was worried about Luca, but I couldn’t let myself get distracted, not when I was hunting Skye, because I sure as fuck refused to allow him to be the victor.

He was just on the edge of the woods when he stopped, turning around to face me, his expression cocky.

It reminded me of his fighting days, of the face he’d always worn right before he’d taken down his opponent. I’d been the one who’d found Skye and had brought him to Luca’s attention after his career had ended. I’d always been a fan, following him since his amateur days, and had known he would be the right fit for our team. I just hadn’t realized how right I’d be.

But if this motherfucker thought he’d have the same results he had in the octagon with me, he was sorely mistaken.

“Oh, so is this how it’s gonna go? Do you really think you can take me?” My voice took on a haughty tone.

Skye grinned and wiped a stray hair from his face. “I know I can take you, asshole. I’m not gonna give you the satisfaction of chasing me. That would imply I was afraid of losing. But I don’t lose.”

I took a step closer. Skye sidestepped. “Maybe that was true back in the octagon. But you’ve never fought me.”

In reality, I knew in a real fight who would be the victor, and it wouldn’t be me. Luckily for me, Skye didn’t actually want to win. I knew he would give me one hell of a challenge though.

I swung for him. Skye easily dodged and got me with a jab to the gut. “The fuck?”

He grinned. “Oops. My hand slipped.”

That little . . .

He was baiting me. I knew it, but I still fell for it. That was part of the game for us. My next swing grazed him, and he got me again . . . in the same fucking spot.

“Oh, you’ll pay for that, slut.”

“See.” Skye dodged to the side. “You say things like that, but since you can’t even touch me, I seriously doubt it.”

This is how he wanted to play it? He was in a mood today, wasn’t he?

“I guess we’ll see.”

Like I’d known he eventually would, Skye started to get cocky. He had the same problem in the octagon, though a fight had rarely lasted long enough for that to become an issue.

Skye thought he was being clever, coming in for a hit with his left hand, but I knew this man inside and out. I knew all his tells, and I’d seen this move countless times. Fuck, he’d used it on me before.

When he aimed for my side, I turned just in time, took advantage of my longer grip, and fucking bear-hugged him.

Skye grunted and tried to escape my hold, which he could do if I gave him enough time. So instead, I slammed both of us against the closet tree, his back hitting it with enough force that it knocked the wind out of him.

I immediately moved my hand to his throat. Skye’s eyes widened. His dug his nails into my arms, but he wasn’t trying to use the 1,000 moves he knew to get me off him. The game was over, and Skye was mine.

I leaned in, grinning right in his face. “Look at you. The big game you talk, but you’re really fucking pathetic.” Skye whined, but it wasn’t in protest. He loved this shit during primal play, and sometimes other times. I’d been careful about it, since it was Brooks’s limit, and even though he said it was fine if it was directed toward Skye, both Skye and I had talked about it and agreed we would be careful at least until we were back home and could explore in our own space.

But here, out in the woods, with Brooks nowhere in sight?

“God, now that I have you, I don’t even want you. Such a sad little creature.”

Skye clawed at my hand, just a little desperation in his features. He kicked my shin, and it hurt like a motherfucker, but not enough for me to let go. He wanted more.

“I’m bored,” I told him drily. “Maybe your ass will still be satisfactory.”

It took some doing, but then I had Skye face down in the dirt. I placed a knee in his back, stopping any fight. With a hand in his hair, I tugged his head all the way back, painfully so I could see his eyes. Hell, if looks could kill . . .

It fueled me. I fucking loved this shit. Especially when Skye tried to spit at me, but his mouth was too dry from being choked and the angle was off, and just a small trail of saliva dripped down his lip.

“Such a sad, little boy.”

“Fuck you,” Skye tried to say, but it was broken and raspy.

I just shook my head sadly, like I was so disappointed in him.

“Let’s see if we can salvage this night.”

One thing I’d learned early on when playing with Skye was to never let my guard down. Even if it looked like he’d given in, he probably didn’t. So I’d came prepared and pulled out the handcuffs I had with me.

A quick scan of our area revealed the perfect spot. I stood up and grabbed Skye by the scruff of his neck and dragged him the few yards there.

“The fuck! What the fuck are you doing? Get off me!” Skye twisted and turned, but not enough to get out of my hold. Just enough to give me a fight.

I dropped him to the ground on his hands and knees. He glared at me, which was a mistake. I slapped him hard across the face, knocking him off-balance. While he was still shaken up, I grabbed his hands and got one of the cuffs around his wrist.

The next step wasn’t as easy. There was a fallen tree trunk, one that was narrower but still solid enough that Skye wouldn’t be able to break it. It was wedged in between another tree’s branches, leaving it on an angle, one big enough that I could easily cuff Skye’s hands around it so he couldn’t get away or try to hurt me when I took what was mine. It would leave him on his knees and trapped.

Though, easily wasn’t the right word because the bastard gave me a fucking fight. We were both scratched to shit and my cheek would probably be sporting a nasty bruise for days, but I finally had him.

I was fucking exhausted by then, but I finally got what I wanted. Skye rested his head against the tree trunk, panting. He was on his knees, his ass mine for the taking.

I knelt behind him and pulled his pants down. “This better be worth the trouble, boy,” I snapped before biting into his shoulder.

He grunted in pain but stayed mostly quiet. I freed my dick and spit on my hand a few times, lubing it up. Then, I spread his hole and spit right on it.

I roughly shoved my finger inside, pushing the spit with it. Like expected, Skye was loose and still a little wet from his prep.

“I knew you were a pathetic little whore begging for it.” I didn’t waste any more time before pushing into him.

This time, Skye did scream.

“Exactly where you’re meant to me,” I told him as I fucked him at a brutal pace. “Exactly what you deserve.”

“Mm-hmm—” It was all Skye could manage. But even like this, he was never a passive partner. He met every one one of my thrusts, challenging me to go harder, to take him rougher. My hands dug into his sides and I obliged.

“Fuck, Skye, I’m gonna come.”

“Me too! Please. Touch me, Mav, please. I need it.”

Fuck, I did love when that switch flipped and Skye got all needy and begged.

“You need a little help, pretty baby?”

Skye wailed. I only called him that when he fully submitted.

“Fuck, yes. Please, Sir. I’ll do anything. Just touch me.”

I growled. Did he understand how dangerous those words were?

I wrapped a hand around him and circled his desperately hard and painful cock.

“Come with me, pretty baby.” Just as I started to lose all sense of control, I tugged on his dick no more than three times before he was screaming and shooting, and I was right behind him, filling his hole.

Movement was beyond both of us for several long seconds. Even after I was completely spent, I didn’t pull out of Skye. I slumped on his back and stayed inside until I softened enough that I slid out on my own. Cum leaked out of him.

I did somehow find enough strength to scoop it up and try to push it back inside.

“Shoulda remembered a plug.”

Skye just laughed tiredly. It was then that I remembered he was still cuffed to the tree. I released him and then sat on my ass, leaning against the trunk. I brought him into my lap, and he came readily.

“So good,” he mumbled sleepily. I couldn’t let us stay here long. I didn’t want him to fall asleep in the middle of the woods.

I kissed the side of his head and held him tight. “You liked it?”

He made a sound that maybe was supposed to be a laugh or a huff, but it was too hard to tell. “Obviously. Fucking perfect.”

“I’m glad.”

I let him rest for a few minutes. But I needed to get him out of here. We had to find Luca and Brooks and get them all to the house, where Luc and I had set up all the aftercare supplies and had a big ass bath waiting.

“Come on, pretty baby. Can you walk? Let’s get you back to the house.”

“Mmmkay.”

I helped him to his feet, and he had to lean on me, but we somehow managed to walk. We didn’t get too far, though, when I heard the sobbing, and it didn’t sound normal for a scene.

I looked at Skye. “The fuck?”

“It sounds like Brooks,” he said, concerned.

I was . . . torn. Skye really needed to get to the house. But I also couldn’t leave Brooks in the middle of the woods. And where the fuck was Luca?

Luckily, Skye took the decision from me.

“Let’s go. I’m okay, Mav. I promise.”

I took a moment to kiss him. “I love you so fucking much.”

He smiled dreamily at me. “Love you too.”

It didn’t take long to find Brooks. He wasn’t alone though. He and Luca sat on the cold, hard ground, Brooks wrapped around him, while they both cried.

I almost backed away, but Luca saw me and jerked his head in a come here motion.

Holding Skye’s hand, we walked over and knelt next to the two.

“What happened?” I mouthed to Luca, who just shook his head. He looked as wrecked as Brooks.

Brooks noticed me then and launched into my arms. “Sir!”

“Shh, sweetheart. I’m right here.” I had no fucking clue what had happened, but I felt like I should say something. Brooks melted into me.

Luca looked shaken. Skye half fell, half hugged him, kissing his cheek. “Love you, bossman. We all love you.”

Luca just nodded and hugged Skye.

I realized I needed to take control here. Somehow, I managed to stand with Brooks in my arms. “Come on, let’s get everyone inside.”

“Don’t let me go,” Brooks whispered.

Fuck. He was killing me here, and Luca was a fucking shell. “I won’t. I promise, Brooks.”

Luca held onto Skye tightly while I carried Brooks, and we somehow made it.