6. Maverick
Chapter six
Maverick
My gaze strayed back to Katie’s dressing room. Her bare feet and calves were visible through the gap beneath the door, toenails painted the faintest coral pink. She slipped on another scrap of something black and sheer.
“Any luck so far?” Lila asked me as she breezed by, adjusting a rack of panties nearby.
“Not yet,” I replied, mindlessly flicking through the magazine without looking at the pages.
Lila huffed a laugh. I tore my gaze away from the dressing room and glanced at her.
“What’s so funny?”
“You,” she replied lightly. “You’ve always been a flirt, but I’ve never seen you this bewitched before.”
“What do you mean?”
She gestured to the magazine splayed open on my lap.
“Boudoir photography. Your favorite subject. And yet, you haven’t given any of those pages a lick of attention. Instead, you’re trying to develop x-ray vision so you can get a peek into Katie’s dressing room.”
Busted.
I flipped the magazine closed and tossed it back onto the end table, chastened by Lila’s deadly accuracy when it came to reading people.
“I just want to make sure she’s okay, that’s all,” I replied.
Lila smirked.
“Right. So, have you set the date?”
I frowned with confusion and tilted my head back to look at Lila. She came to stand behind me, bracing her hands on my chair as she gazed down at me.
“What date?” I asked.
“For your wedding, of course.”
I scoffed.
“From where I’m standing,” Lila continued. “That little peach in there is too sweet for the likes of you. Katie is the type of woman to make a man think about becoming a husband. Maybe even a father…”
I shifted in my chair and cleared my throat.
“Come on, Lila. You know I don’t settle down.”
“That’s true,” she relented. “Suburbia would be a slow and agonizing death for a nomad.”
Then Lila scratched her purple fingernails across my scalp playfully.
“On the other hand, you’ve developed far more silver in your hair than the last time I saw you. A cute wife and a place to call home might sound appealing by now.”
I swatted her hand aside. She chuckled and danced out of reach.
“Your daddy wouldn’t mind if I bent you over my knee and paddled you for calling me old,” I said.
Lila snorted.
“Not if you want to keep the family jewels intact. Besides, my daddy would laugh in your face if you tried that. Lay a finger on me and you know damn well he’d beat you black and blue.”
I grunted and crossed my arms.
“Perks of being the spoiled Prez’s princess.”
She smirked and nudged my boot with her foot.
“Speaking of spoiled, you should check on your princess. She’s terribly quiet in there. That can mean one of two things—either she’s absolutely in love with everything, or she hates it all. Impending meltdown coming soon.”
I glanced at the dressing room with concern.
“Katie,” I called.
Silence.
Not good.
Lila clucked her tongue.
“Time to step up, big guy. I already did my part of the job. I help with the styles, fabrics, and the fit. If Katie was shopping alone, I’d offer some advice, but she has you. And the way she feels in it…well, that’s something the two of you have to figure out for yourselves.”
She turned on her heel with a wave of her fingers, and walked away. I pushed out of my chair, and approached the dressing room, rapping my knuckles lightly on the door.
“How’s it going, dove?” I asked softly.
“I’m…still looking,” Katie replied. Her voice was high and wobbly, close to breaking.
Lila was right. Impending meltdown coming soon.
I gave the door handle a light tug—locked.
“Let me see, sweetheart.”
“Absolutely not,” Katie said with steel in her voice this time.
“A second opinion might be useful,” I countered.
“Maverick, I said no.”
I sighed and bowed my head. I should have known better than to let Katie get behind a locked door when she felt so vulnerable.
“I was really hoping you’d find something you liked and model it for me. Hell, you might even be inspired to give me a lap dance.”
Katie said nothing.
Fuck, I hated this damn door between us. Shutting me out. Keeping her hidden behind those walls she built to protect herself.
Grasping the door handle, I mouthed a silent apology to Lila for damaging her shop, and yanked hard.
The metallic ping of the lock popped off and skittered across the floor.
“Maverick, what—?”
Katie stared at me in the mirror, wide-eyed. I blew out a breath of surprise at the sight of her.
Dusky pink lace molded to every curve of her body. I didn’t know where to look first—softly mounded breasts framed by lacy flowers, or the patch of gauzy sheer fabric between her thighs, or the network of straps that hugged her hips and thighs.
“Holy fuck,” I rasped.
Katie’s cheeks went cherry red and she covered her chest with her arms.
“Did you just break the lock ?”
I grabbed a spare clothes hanger and wedged it into the gap where the lock should have been, jerry rigging the door to stay closed. Then I turned to Katie, standing behind her as I looped my arms around her middle.
“Look at you,” I murmured, kissing the curve of her neck.
Katie bit her lip, lashes lowered to shield her gaze from the mirror. I couldn’t stop staring—her plump, creamy flesh against my dark, tattooed skin. My brain went white with static at the indents of my fingertips sinking into the swell of her hips.
“I don’t think it fits right,” she protested.
I nearly choked in disbelief.
“Take it off then. Your birthday suit is guaranteed to fit every time.”
Katie’s gaze flicked up to my face in the mirror with a mild hint of annoyance.
“You aren’t helping.”
I hummed as I hooked a finger into the strap of her bra and slid it off one shoulder, placing a kiss there.
“What about now? Is this better?”
“Not really,” she muttered, but her breath hitched, betraying her.
I pulled Katie closer, nestling her body against mine. Skimming my hands up her body, I cupped her breasts, sweeping my thumb over her nipples. She shuddered, lips parted with anticipation.
Then I slipped my hand beneath her panties and pressed against her clit. Katie whimpered, digging her fingernails into my forearm.
“ Maverick ,” she hissed.
“Quiet, baby.” I nipped at the thin skin above her fluttering pulse. She practically melted in my arms. “Unless you want someone to hear us. And if that’s the case, get as loud as you want.”
Katie released a shaky breath, turning her face to the side and burrowing into my bicep. I could feel the scorching heat of her cheeks.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, dove,” I mumbled into the top of her head with a kiss.
I stroked her clit slowly, watching every shiver of ecstasy that coursed through her. Katie rocked her hips into my palm, desperate for more friction. I teased a finger lower, sliding just inside her pussy. She gasped and clutched my arm tighter.
“Open your eyes, sweetheart,” I whispered in her ear.
Katie shook her head, gripping my bicep hard enough to leave crescent moon imprints from her nails. I curled a second finger inside her, pressing into her silky walls. She swore softly, her hot breath against my skin.
Pulling back, I turned Katie around, pinning her back to the mirror. Her eyes flew open with surprise and locked on me. I cupped her chin so she couldn’t look away again, and watched the haze of arousal cloud her vision as I slipped my fingers back into her slick pussy.
“That’s my girl,” I growled. “Fuck, you’re so wet, you little minx. We could get caught at any moment. Is that the part that turns you on? Or is it the fact that anyone could hear you scream my name right now?”
As if on cue, Lila’s voice rang through the shop, greeting a customer. Katie sucked in a sharp breath, clamping a hand over her mouth. I smirked and twisted my fingers knuckles-deep, pummeling her g-spot. A muffled noise escaped her as she grabbed the front of my cut.
Her eyes pleaded for mercy. But I traced a fingertip along one cup of her bra and tugged it down. I crowded her against the mirror, dipped my head, and sucked her rosy pink nipple into my mouth.
At first, she recoiled with uncertainty. Then she arched into me. I took her wrist, guiding her arm around my neck, wordlessly encouraging her to do it, to take what she wanted.
Katie hesitated for a moment, before she threaded her fingers into my hair, standing on tiptoe in an effort to get impossibly closer. Her barely clothed curves pressing against the sun-warmed black leather of my cut was my undoing.
“You’re starving, aren’t you, baby?” I said, licking a stripe up her neck. I plucked and twisted her nipple, soaking up every gasp and whimper she made. “I can feel you dripping down my knuckles. That’s how hungry you are to be stuffed full of cock.”
Katie’s mouth dropped open, part shock, part arousal. I kissed her hard, plying her lips apart with my tongue. She opened readily for me, nails scratching the back of my neck, nipples grazing my chest.
Fuck, if she had been anyone else, I would have been inside her by now. God knows my cock was aching to be released. But I couldn’t risk it. If Katie felt rushed, she might retreat into her protective shell again.
Gripping her hips, I sat on the small bench in the corner and pulled Katie into my lap. With her hands on my shoulders for support, she straddled me, a flicker of uncertainty in her gaze. She curled her shoulders inward.
In this position, I was eye-level with her tits—which was heaven for me, but she looked as if she would wither away at any moment.
“Don’t get shy on me now, baby girl,” I said.
“But…”
I raised my eyebrows, waiting for her to continue. Katie started to cover her chest with one arm, but I moved it aside.
“But what?” I prompted.
She made a noise of frustration.
“It’s awkward. I’m…right in your face.”
I chuckled and trailed my hands up her back, guiding her closer until my chin grazed the top of her breasts.
“Not nearly enough for my liking.”
I traced her cleavage with my tongue. Katie let out a breathless oh , shivering from head to toe.
“Trust me,” I added. “I could die a very happy man right here.”
She hedged, gradually warming to the idea.
“Really?”
“Do I need to prove it to you?”
Tugging her bra down fully this time, I sucked at her nipples, biting them lightly until Katie writhed. I kneaded her ass in my palms, filling my hands with every inch of her I could reach.
Tentatively, Katie began to grind against the ridge of my erection, her sticky juices coating my fly.
“Keep going, baby,” I said. “Don’t stop.”
Angling my legs wider, I shifted my hips up, giving her more access. Katie made a noise of frustration, all inhibitions gone, dry humping me like a pro. Her thighs trembled. I could feel the desperate heat of her empty pussy radiating through my jeans.
She was close—so, so close—but it wasn’t enough.
Cupping the back of Katie’s neck, I pulled her in for a searing, open-mouthed kiss. When I broke away, she scraped her teeth over her lower lip, eyes soft and round and pleading.
“My poor dove,” I murmured. “You want to come on my fingers, don’t you?”
The tips of her ears turned pink, but she didn’t shy away or hide. Katie gave a small, beseeching nod.
I curled my fingers inside her again, stretching her open just the way she needed me to. Pure bliss washed across her face—eyes closed, lips parted, neck arched with pleasure. Her walls clenched around me, trying to suck my fingers even deeper.
Katie opened her eyes and locked onto me, breathing hard, skin flushed the prettiest shade of pink.
“Goddamn, princess,” I said, my voice hoarse. “Your hair’s a mess. Tits out. And my hand buried between your thighs. You have no idea how fucking exquisite you look right now.”
A smile spread across her face. She broke off with a gasp when I swiped my thumb across her clit, circling harder and harder. Katie shuddered, clawing at my shoulder.
“Maverick— yes —”
She burrowed into my chest, riding my fingers as she mindlessly chased the high of her orgasm. I grabbed her plump hip, my tattooed knuckles dark against her pale skin, coaxing her to keep moving even when she faltered.
My cock surged as I watched Katie shatter. With her shyness banished, now would be the perfect time to slide into that hot, wet pussy and make her come for a second time. God knows I’d had my fair share of quickies in changing rooms like this one.
But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. When Katie was finally wrapped around a cock for the first time in her life, I intended to take my time with her. It wouldn’t be a rushed job if I had anything to say about it.