Chapter 27 #2
He digs in his jacket pocket and passes it over.
I flip it open. He has a credit card and a few other cards, in addition to his driver’s license, which tells me his birthday was in early September—just a few weeks after we hooked up in Pearl Bay.
In the money pouch is a row of three condoms and a small packet of lube.
I fish out the lube and fold his wallet, setting it on the console between us.
I kick off my flats and lift my butt, pushing my leggings over my hips and down my thighs.
I remove them the rest of the way and drop them on the center console as well, so they don’t get wet from the snow I tracked into the truck.
Maverick pulls off the freeway and follows the darker, lesser-traveled roads that lead to Pearl Bay.
I shift around in my seat and set my phone in one of the cupholders, making sure there’s enough illumination from the screen that he has a semi-decent view of my bare legs, without it lighting up the entire interior.
I settle in the seat so my back is to the door and my knee rests against the glove box.
The other foot I prop up on the center console.
Maverick glances at me out of the corner of his eye. “You still got your panties on, sweetheart.”
“I know.” I slide a hand down the front of my underwear, skimming over my clit.
“I can’t see what you’re doing.”
“I know that too.”
He huffs a laugh and refocuses his attention on the road. But every few seconds he looks back over—just a glance. I run my finger up and down my slit, slipping it in up to the first knuckle, then using my wetness to circle my aching clit. I let my head rest against the window and hum softly.
“Tell me what’s going on over there?”
“I’m getting ready to be stretched by your fat cock.”
His jaw ticks, and his grin turns lascivious. “I can’t wait to fuck all those dirty words out of your sweet mouth.”
“Me too.” I ease my hand out and glance at the road as we pass a sign for Pearl Bay. Only ten minutes away now. I push my panties to the side and ease two fingers in on a low moan.
His gaze darts between me and the road, gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles are turning white. “Fuckin’ hell, Clover,” he groans.
“Having some regrets about this suggestion?”
His gaze drops between my legs. “Not hardly.”
“Eyes on the road, sweetheart,” I mock.
His lip twitches, but his eyes return to the road.
He has to brake a little harder than it seems he expected when the GPS announces our turn is in three hundred feet.
The back end of the truck skids, but he regains traction and makes the right-hand turn.
We’re just a few miles away now, but the drive in from here is slower, the roads narrower and not lit up at all.
“I’m not going to have a lot in the way of self-control when we get there,” he grinds out.
“Good. I don’t want you to have self-control.
” I add another finger, my gaze bouncing between Maverick and the windshield as we slowly make our way over the snow-covered road, down a hill, and around three bends before we reach the driveway to my place, which has been plowed.
The cabin comes into view, and I notice the snow has also been shoveled off the front porch, and there are lights on.
As soon as the truck is in park, Maverick hits the release on his seat belt, cranks the back of his seat flat and reaches over to undo my seat belt as well. He hits the interior light, illuminating us. “I want you to finish what you started.”
“The cabin is right there.” I nod toward the front windshield, but push my fingers deeper, lifting my hips, stroking inside, trying to reach my G-spot, but the angle is all wrong.
“I know. I want to watch you fuck your hand right here, before I take you inside and keep those fingers, that mouth, and that sweet, sweet pussy busy for the next few hours.”
“You’ve already watched me fuck my hand.” I stretch my other leg over the dashboard.
“Not the same through a screen.” He runs his hand up my shin and along the inside of my thigh.
“I want my truck to smell like you for the next month. Every time I get in here, I want to remember the way you look right now. So fucking sexy.” He leans in and kisses the inside of my leg.
Then he bites the skin. “My sweet, dirty girl.”
I shudder, grinding down on my hand, but I know it’s not going to be enough. “Maybe you can help me?”
“What kind of help you looking for?” He kisses the inside of my thigh and sucks.
“Whatever you’re willing to give. I can’t hit the spot the way you can.”
“That must be frustrating.”
I bite my lip and nod.
“I could make it easier for you.” He grabs me by the hips and lifts so my ass is resting on the center console. His hands glide along the inside of my thighs, thumbs brushing over the place where my fingers disappear inside me.
“Look at you. So fucking perfect.” He drops his head and bites his way up the inside of my thigh, then licks along the edge of my fingers, still buried inside me. I suck in a sharp breath as he eases a finger in alongside mine.
He pauses and lifts his head. “Too much?”
I shake my head. “No. I need more.”
He keeps going, and I feel his finger moving along the back of mine, curling over my middle and ring finger, sliding past them. He presses against them, and I moan loudly, bucking my hips up. “There it is. You almost had it.”
“I know. So close, but not quite enough.”
He flutters his finger, using just the right amount of pressure, and the hot edges of an orgasm start to burn through me, lighting me on fire from the inside. It goes on and on, wave after wave of intense pleasure, dragging me under and sending me skyrocketing into bliss.
“I need in you.” Maverick cuts the engine. “We’ll come back for everything else later.”
He nabs his wallet and clamps it between his teeth, opens his door and slaps the interior light off, then jumps down, grabs my ankles, and pulls me onto the seat.
For a second, I think his plan is to have sex outside in the freezing cold, but he wraps my legs around his waist and hoists me up, hits the lock button, and uses his elbow to close the door.
The snow crunches under his feet, and I nab the wallet from his mouth.
My teeth chatter, and a shiver rips through me as the cold air hits my bare legs.
A few seconds later, he pushes through the front door of the cabin.
A fire, all embers now, glows in the fireplace, which means he found the spare key I keep hidden in the garden shed and managed to let himself in.
He closes the door behind him, shutting out the cold, and carries me over to the wooden island, setting me on the counter. I tear a condom free and rip the foil package open, then realize Maverick is still fully dressed.
I set the condom beside me, push his coat over his shoulders and start on his shirt while he unbuckles his belt.
He yanks his shirt over his head when I’ve managed to get the top three buttons open.
I shimmy out of my underwear and pull my shirt over my head, tossing it on the floor.
My bra is next as he kicks off his pants and boxers.
His erection stands at attention, thick and long and hard. I wrap my hand around the velvety shaft and sigh as I stroke him a few times.
“Fuck.” He plants his fists on either side of me, watching my hand moving over his cock. He lifts his head enough that I can see his eyes. They roll up once, and he exhales a shuddering breath. “I’m probably not going to last very long the first time.”
“That’s okay. Me either.”
He huffs a laugh.
I pick up the condom and free the latex from the foil square. “And I know you can go all night, so I’m not worried.”
“You’re probably going to have to tell me when you’ve had enough, because I’m feeling pretty insatiable.”
“We match.” I roll the condom down his length and guide him to my entrance. “Now show me that you missed me as much as I missed you.”
The head slips inside, and he pauses, eyes lifting to meet mine. “I needed to hear that from you.”
I wrap my hand around the back of his neck. “And I needed to tell you.”
He eases in, one slow inch at a time. Our eyes drop, and I lower a hand, my fingers grazing his shaft as he pushes in, stretching me, filling me. I drag my fingers over my clit, and everything clenches.
“Don’t do that again, please.”
I clench. “You mean this?”
“Fuck, Clover. You’re killing me. I’m going to embarrass myself.”
I take his face in my hands. “Kiss me.”
He presses his lips to mine, soft and sweet as always. We tilt our heads, allowing the kiss to deepen—tongues stroking, bodies connected, but unmoving, apart from his fingers running up and down my spine.
When we finally come up for air, his eyes search mine. “Why is it like this?”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know how to explain it. I want more of you. I feel like you’re as much inside me as I am inside you. I feel seen. Whole. Like nothing matters but you and me.”
I smile softly and settle my hand on his chest, right over his heart. I’m in so much trouble with this man. But at least we’re in trouble together.
“I feel it too, this inexplicable draw. You’re more than a craving; you’re a need.” I wish we were in different places in our lives. I wish this wasn’t so complicated.
He nods once. “I didn’t mean to get in this deep.”
“I know. Me neither.” I wrap my legs around his waist.
I pull his mouth to mine and get lost in the feel of him and the connection that draws me deeper into the web of desire, now tangled with emotional weight.