4. Maverick
Chapter four
Maverick
I couldn’t stop thinking about that phone call this morning with Katie—the most excruciating, exquisite torture known to man. After meeting her at the bar, I hadn’t slept a wink all night, fighting a raging hard-on for hours at the thought of how achingly sweet and innocent she was.
I had intended to catch her off guard before she was fully awake, flustering her with foreplay.
Instead, the whole thing had backfired on me and I was the one fighting for my life. Listening to the breathless sounds she made as she touched herself. Picturing her messy bedhead, lips parted, nipples straining at the fabric of her t-shirt, fingers buried between her thighs.
I wish you could taste me. I wish—I wish your mouth was on me right now.
Before I knew it, I came, untouched, like a goddamn teenager.
I was too old to be doing that—blowing my load early, losing self control. This curvy angel was slipping past my defenses without even trying.
When I pulled up to Katie’s apartment building, she emerged a moment later with a wave. Wearing a frilly, strawberry-printed camisole top, a pink jacket, and jeans, she looked like the quintessential girl-next-door, with a smile that lit up her sparkling eyes, and her golden brown curls pinned back to frame her rosy cheeks.
Some primal part of my brain thought only of corruption. Stripping away that good girl exterior to unleash the wild minx that had to be hidden underneath. I could see the hunger in her eyes, the desire for more. All she needed was a nudge in the right direction.
“Hey gorgeous,” I said, extending my arm out to Katie as she approached.
She dropped her gaze as her cheeks flushed. I hooked my arm around her waist, pulled her close, and kissed the corner of her mouth. Her lips quirked up against mine with a smile.
“That’s not fair,” she protested.
“What’s not fair, dove?”
Katie tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. Then her hand came to rest on my forearm, fingers lightly tracing along the tattoo ink there. Did she even realize what she was doing? Driven by instincts to touch what she wanted.
“You just arrived a second ago, and you’re already making me tongue-tied with two little words.”
I hummed with amusement and grasped her chin lightly, pressing my thumb beneath the plump swell of her lower lip.
“Would you like to hear the other words I have in mind? There are many more where that came from.”
Katie’s throat worked as she swallowed hard. I chuckled and slipped my hand into the back pocket of her jeans, cupping her ass with a squeeze. She turned her head away with a flustered squeak.
Every time her shyness surfaced, it made me want to misbehave in the worst possible ways around her.
“I’m beginning to wonder what I’ve gotten myself into,” Katie said.
I grinned and nuzzled into her neck with a kiss. She sucked in a sharp breath, squirming against me. Then I pulled back and unhooked the spare helmet from the handlebar of my bike, passing it to her.
“Gear up, sweetheart. Can’t let you get hurt on my watch.”
As Katie buckled her helmet on, I started my bike. The rumbling growl of the engine filled the air like a siren song. Ever since I was a teenager, that sound never failed to soothe me as easily as a lullaby.
It didn’t seem to have the same effect on Katie though. She rocked back on her heels with a doubtful look in her eye. I hooked a finger in the belt loop of her jeans and drew her close.
“Relax. See how good that purr feels?”
Taking Katie’s hand, I pressed it to the jet black fuel tank. The low vibration emanated through our joined palms. Her gaze flicked up to my face with a glimmer of understanding. I couldn’t resist stroking my thumb along the inside of her wrist, skating across, smooth, warm skin.
“I’ve had Old Faithful since I was sixteen,” I continued. “Rescued her from the side of the road where she'd been dumped in a ditch. Nothing but a mangled pile of twisted metal and scrap parts. I fixed her up myself, and she's carried me across thousands of miles. She’ll be good to you, too.”
“Are you sure she won’t get jealous that you’re riding with another woman?” Katie countered.
“Trust me, Old Faithful won’t mind. So if you’re looking for an excuse to cancel our date, you’re out of luck, dove. Hop on.”
Adjusting her footing, Katie gripped my shoulder for support as she hitched her leg over my bike and settled into her seat. She fidgeted with the sleeves of her jacket, tugging them down over her hands.
I reached behind me and pulled her arms around my waist until her tits were pressed against my back, her warm breath ghosting the curve of my neck.
“There’s no room to be bashful on a bike, sweetheart.”
When I gave my bike a little gas and rolled forward, Katie tightened her grip on my waist. She clutched at my shirt with white knuckles, stiff as a board against my back. I took it slow as I steered onto the main road.
After a minute or two, Katie began to loosen up, smiling into the wind.
At the edge of town was an old movie theater. I pulled up to the curb and parked my bike, cutting the engine. After helping Katie to her feet, I retrieved the food I’d packed in my panniers—burgers, fries, and thick, cold chocolate milkshakes.
She glanced around the empty parking lot as she removed her helmet.
“There’s usually a small crowd of regulars here on Sunday night.”
“Rumor has it,” I replied. “The owner got a call about a rat infestation this morning. Had to shut it down until an inspector shows up to check it out.”
“That’s a shame,” Katie mused, setting the helmet on her seat.
I raised my eyebrows, meeting her gaze with an amused look. Understanding dawned on her face.
“Maverick. You lied ?”
I shrugged.
“We have the place to ourselves, don’t we?”
Katie’s mouth dropped open. I chuckled as I turned away, heading toward the alley that led to the back door. Without waiting to see if she would follow, I disappeared around the corner. A moment later, I heard the echo of her hurried footsteps as she jogged to catch up.
“And now you’re trespassing,” she said in dismay.
I crouched on one knee, picking the lock on the back door. It popped open easily.
“Maverick,” she pleaded. “I’m not sure about this. I didn’t sign up to break the law.”
“Come on, dove. Do you really think I would sully your reputation beyond repair? If we get caught—which isn’t likely, by the way—I’ll take the fall for it.”
She chewed the inside of her cheek with a worried look.
“Don’t you get tired of being the good girl all the time?” I added. “Stir up some trouble once in a while, sweetheart.”
Katie frowned and glanced back over her shoulder in the direction of my bike. Unless she intended to walk to her apartment, she wasn’t going anywhere. I stepped into the theater, using the flashlight on my phone to illuminate my path.
“Maverick,” Katie whispered urgently, tiptoeing behind me. “We really shouldn’t be in here.”
I didn’t say anything, leading her deeper into the dark hallway. When we reached the theater, I picked two seats at the center of the room and started unpacking our dinner. Popping a french fry into my mouth, I gestured to the food.
“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll get the movie started.”
Katie huffed with dismay. I laughed softly as I headed out of the room in search of the projector. When I finally located it, I fiddled with the knobs and buttons until it flickered to life and the movie began to play— Casablanca, sappy and romantic, but a classic for a reason.
By the time I returned to the theater, Katie perched stiffly on the edge of her seat, tentatively sipping at her milkshake. She startled when I emerged into the room.
“You have got to lighten up, baby.” I braced my hands on the armrests of her seat and leaned in, placing a quick kiss to her forehead. “I’m the one who’s committed the petty crimes so far. All you did was tag along.”
“That makes me your accomplice,” Katie pointed out.
I took my seat next to her, digging into the back of french fries.
“I learned how to sweet talk my way out of far worse than this. We’ll be fine.”
She grumbled, jabbing her straw into her milkshake.
“That’s even worse.”
I held up a fry as a peace offering. She begrudgingly accepted it. I brushed my knuckles against her cheek, watching the screen’s light wash across her face.
“You’re sitting too far away,” I murmured.
Katie’s eyebrows pinched together in confusion.
“We’re right next to each other. We can’t possibly get any closer.”
The words were barely out of her mouth before I set the bag of food aside and scooped her up, hauling her into my lap. Katie yelped with surprise.
“That’s better,” I said.
“I—I’m too heavy,” she protested.
I snorted.
“I can bench press seven hundred pounds in the gym without breaking a sweat, dove. You're fine."
Katie didn’t look convinced. She shifted, barely daring to breathe.
“One of the first things Old Faithful taught me,” I continued. “Only ride a bike that you can pick up when you go down. You’re bound to wipe out on a wet road or loose gravel sooner rather than later. If you can’t set your bike upright again, you’re shit out of luck until a tow truck comes along. Old Faithful weighs much more than you do, sweetheart. I’ve handled her just fine for years.”
Katie rolled her eyes.
“I bet you say that to all the girls.”
With a tug, I situated her perfect, plush ass over my cock. Katie’s eyes widened.
“Do you really think I give a flying fuck about some number on a scale when you make me this hard?” I growled.
She made a strangled noise. I dug my fingers into the softness of her hips as the movie screen cast a halo of light around her figure. I wished more than anything that she would straddle me so I could see every expression that crossed her face, but the damn seats were too narrow for that kind of position.
Instead, I had to be content with Katie leaning back against my chest. She shifted slightly in my lap, sending a fresh jolt of pleasure surging through my cock. I swore under my breath.
“Keep teasing me like that, sweetheart. You’re doing great.”
I thumbed at the hem of her frilly camisole, toying with the lacy edge. Katie let out a wobbly breath as I slipped my hand underneath, gliding my palm along her stomach.
“I—don’t know how,” she admitted.
Settling deeper into my seat, I arched my hips up against her ass. Katie whimpered and gripped the seat in front of her.
“Follow your instincts. What do you want to do?”
She plucked at the front of her shirt, adjusting her clothes self-consciously. Then she gave an experimental roll of her hips. I groaned, pressing my forehead to her shoulder.
Moving my hand higher under Katie’s shirt, my fingertips skirted the edge of her bra, tracing the curve of her breast.
She arched into my touch, grinding harder against my lap. I cupped her tit in my palm, smoothing my thumb over her fabric-covered nipple until it formed a stiff peak.
Threading my free hand into Katie’s hair, I angled her head to the side and kissed her. She gasped, achingly laced with need. I found the front of her jeans, unhooked the button, and teased at the waistband of her panties.
“You came from my voice this morning,” I whispered. “It’s time you came all over my fingers.”
When I slipped my hand into Katie’s panties, she clutched my wrist and locked her knees together. Fuck, she felt so good, I could touch her for days and I’d still want more.
But she’d clammed up for some reason.
“What’s the problem?” I coaxed.
Katie shook her head.
“It’s different—when we were on the phone. You can… see me now.”
“And it’s one hell of a view.”
She didn’t respond. I removed my hand from her panties and gave her waist a squeeze. My cock ached, begging to continue what we’d started, but it didn’t look like that would happen.
“It’s a dark theater, dove. I can’t see that much.”
Katie sighed and returned to her chair, smoothing her clothes into place. Several seconds of silence passed.
I reached over and cupped my palm to the back of Katie’s head.
“Hey. What’s going on?”
She chewed her lower lip and gestured at me vaguely.
“You look all…tattooed. Muscled. Attractive.”
“Easy, tiger. You’ll send my ego into the stratosphere if you keep talking like that. I’ll never get my feet on solid ground again.”
Katie twisted her fingers in her lap.
“I don’t like my body though,” she said at last.
Silence settled between us, punctuated by the dialogue of the movie we weren’t paying attention to. I could list a thousand reasons why she should be proud as fuck for the body she had.
Thick thighs like hers were a gift from the gods that could bring a grown man to his knees. I would gladly worship her tits and her hips and those sweet, pink lips all day and all night long if she’d let me.
“Then we’ll have to work on that,” I said.