Chapter 43 #2
“You got this, baby. Can you feel how good we are together? It’s going to feel even better when I’m completely inside of you.
Your pussy is a weeping mess around my cock and it’s crying out for more of me.
Can you take another inch?” he asks, his voice raspy.
Before I can respond, he nods and says, “You can, Evie, I know you can. Take a deep breath for me and when you let it out—take me in.”
Sucking in a lungful of air feels impossible but I manage it.
And when I let it out slowly, I work my body down onto Maverick’s dick.
The responding deep whimper that slips past Maverick’s lips sends me another inch down his shaft.
The sound is so needy and hot that my pussy can’t help but devour more of him in the hopes to hear it again.
I’m rewarded with another desperate, aching groan.
“Fuck yes! Evie, please… I need you. Can you give me a little more? Your pussy feels like coming home and I’ve been so damn homesick. Please, please, please… I need more of you.” Maverick begs between kisses along my neck. “Please, Everly, I need you. Can… can you…?”
Maverick is begging for me. Not even in my wildest fantasies could I have imagined him wanting me this badly.
His desperate pleas for me to close the gap between us are a balm to an ache that feels bone deep.
Each whimper, each groan, every shudder that runs through his body tells me how much he’s enjoying this,
How much he’s enjoying me.
I work my way down Maverick’s cock, panting and rocking, breathy, and teary-eyed. By the time I’m completely seated in his lap we’re both sweating.
“I think I might’ve died,” Maverick groans. “Fuck, Everly, you’ve been hiding heaven from me this whole time. Please, don’t stop. Fuck me, Everly. Make me yours.”
I don’t let him suffer. I lift my hips up then lower myself down. Slowly, I find a rhythm and set a slow, heady pace that intensifies the bewildering, glorious moment between us.
He tips his head and kisses my chin. “Your body is a fucking temple, Everly. I know I should respect it, but fuck—all I want to do is desecrate it. I want to invoke the wrath of your soul just so I can bask in its presence before you completely and utterly destroy me.”
The cracks in my heart, created in his absence, begin to seal.
They don’t close completely but the feelings of sorrow and regret, heartache and despair, lessen as my orgasm comes rolling in like a slow-moving tsunami.
The rush of euphoria that comes with it erases time.
For a split second, Maverick and I sit outside reality and drift in a world of perfection and love.
This is everything I could’ve wanted and then some.
“Now, the only person you’ll feel inside you, will be me,” he murmurs, a twisted possessiveness clings to his words.
I throw my head back and grind down into Maverick’s lap, chasing the sickening sweet high. Beneath me, Maverick’s thighs tense and the grip on my hips tightens.
“Evie,” he chokes out as I feel him begin to fill me. “My salvation…”
As he chokes on a growl while finding his release, another burst of pleasure shoots through me. Unexpectedly, my body convulses as another orgasm blindsides me. I wrap my arms around Maverick’s neck and hold him against me, scared that if I don’t he’ll disappear.
We’re both silent as we bask in this beautiful moment. But while we’re quiet, the world around us isn’t. The fountain continues to bubble, the fans scattered about blow at a low hum, and the leaves of the plants rustle gently.
Of course, nothing good lasts in my life.
“Hey, Vick! Time’s up!”
I flinch at the nearness of the voice. Whoever it is has to be right around the corner. Maverick is the first to move. He lifts me swiftly off his cock and helps me to my feet at once. He steps in front of me, using his body as a shield.
“Get dressed,” he orders, keeping his voice low.
Instantly, I do as I’m told. Once my clothes are on, I snatch up his shirt from the floor and hand it to him. He takes it and drags it over him just as the voice calls out again.
“Vick!”
“I hear you! I’m coming!” Maverick yells back.
I don’t have to look into his face to see the soft moment between us is gone. There’s a buzzing of frantic energy around him and a tension in his body that wasn’t there before. At his sides, his fists clench.
“What does he mean by ‘your time’s up’?” I ask anxiously. “What happens now?”
Maverick looks down at me, his face hard. “Don’t worry. We’ll see each other later tonight.”
“Tonight? What’s happening tonight?”
“Your coronation,” Maverick makes a face. “But while the party is happening, we’re going to slip away with Braum’s help.”
I blink in surprise. “Do you trust him?”
“Vick!” Sheldon steps around a large plant, his scowl dark and face twisted with contempt. “Get the fuck out of here.”
Maverick ignores him as he stares into my eyes, imploring me to understand something.
Lowering his voice so only I can hear him, he whispers, “If Braum hadn’t stepped in at the last minute, I never would’ve seen you again.
He didn’t have to do that. Nor did he have to give us some alone time now.
Everly, we have to trust him. At least for the time being. ”
“What about Rowan? Is he trying to come too?” I don’t know what has me asking about the other king of Serenity Falls but as panicked as I am, I don’t have it in me to think too hard about it.
Maverick shakes his head. “Braum only talked about the three of us leaving. I don’t think Rowan knows.”
Rowan… doesn’t know? Why wouldn’t Braum tell his best friend that he was trying to leave with me and Maverick? And why does this make me so uneasy?
“I’ll grab the backpack and bring it with me tonight,” Maverick continues in a low whisper. “Be prepared to run, okay?”
I nod slowly.
With that, Maverick’s whole posture shifts. His body stiffens, his expression darkens, and I swear that creature he spoke of rises up as he steps forward to glare at Sheldon.
“I said I was coming,” he snarls, his voice deeper than before. “If you even think about touching me, I’ll fucking rip your arms off your body.”
A shiver shoots down my spine as I watch him transform into someone else completely as he stomps off without a backward glance. The Maverick I’d nearly torn myself apart on, a blend of both the old and new version of him, has vanished.
I stare after Sheldon, who follows Maverick until they’re both out of sight.
The moment I’m alone, a thousand different thoughts and feelings bombard me without warning.
My whole body begins to shake and my breathing comes in gasps.
Afraid that my legs will give out, I sit right where Maverick left me.
We’re leaving. Me and Maverick. At long last, we’ll be free.
I should be excited and maybe I am? But if that’s the case, it’s hard to tell under the avalanche of ‘what-ifs’ that is slowly crushing me.
What if we’re caught? What if Maverick changes his mind again?
Why the change of heart now? Does his need to escape have more to do with putting distance between himself and Father than us being together?
Am I so desperate to fall into the fantasy of the boy next door finally realizing he loves me that I can’t see I’m being played by him?
The thought makes me sick, so I push it away.
Many more take its place. Like why wouldn’t Braum tell Rowan about our departure?
How does he think this will work? Braum’s not a model with a face plastered everywhere but he’s still well known.
One glance at him and someone is sure to post their sighting of a missing Milligan online. He can’t come.
“Where do you stand, Braum?”
“At your side.”
I swallow as a strange pang in my chest momentarily steals away my ability to breathe.
This morning was enlightening. Braum had shown a whole new side of him.
The way he spoke of the Children of the White Stag, the fear of being caught, and determination to get me to understand the gravity of the situation I’m in with them… It was his way of showing he cared.
Reaching up, I cover my face with my hands in an attempt to block out the world and focus on what’s important. It does the opposite. Rowan’s face appears and I hear his voice, heavy with desire and twisted desperation.
“That’s what you make me, you know—desperate. I can’t think of anything else, I can’t dream of anything other than you.”
Rowan… Why does it bother me so much to consider leaving him behind? He and Braum have tormented me since I arrived. They tortured Maverick for even longer. It would be so easy to hate them.
So why isn’t that what I feel now?
“What is wrong with me?” I ask the plants as I allow my hands to drop away from my face.
“Nothing I’m aware of.”
I jerk my head up so hard my neck cracks. Rowan strolls down the path, his hands in his pockets and a cocky smirk on his face. His eyes take me in on the floor, and his head gives a curious tilt.
“Forget how to stand, princess?” he asks.
“No.”
I stare as he approaches. The swagger in his gait is attractive—it speaks of his confidence and power. I wish I had either of those things right now. He grins as he comes to a stop before me, causing dimples to form in his tan cheeks.
“I got twenty minutes between classes, want to help me with something?” he asks.
“Ah…” This is so not what I need right now. He’s caught me mid-panic and if I don’t collect myself, I might just fall apart. “Um, what do you need help with?”
He lifts a small packet of a powdered drink in his hand so I can see and quirks an eyebrow. “I need you to help me dye my hair blue.”
He says it so casually that if I hadn’t been staring into his face, searching for something I could hate so I didn’t feel so guilty about leaving him, I would never have noticed the flash of hope and hint of vulnerability in his dark blue eyes.
Is he… doing this for me?
“I haven’t seen anyone else around here with colorful hair,” I point out. “You won’t get in trouble?”
Rowan smirks. “The best part about being me is I can get away with almost anything. If my princess likes my hair blue, then I’m going to give her what she wants and everyone else can fuck off.”
My heart melts, turning into a liquid mess in my chest. “Alright, Rowan, I’ll help you.”