30. Maverick
THIRTY
Emerson is killing me.
The curves of her tight ass and the glow of her skin under the lights are more intoxicating than the liquor I’ve been sipping all night.
I wasn’t kidding when I told her every man in this club has been looking at her since the minute we walked in.
Some of our teammates have looked at her too.
I saw the way Connor stared at her hips when she walked up the stairs to the VIP section. I didn’t miss Ethan widening his eyes when she sat down and crossed her legs.
I want to shout at them all that she’s mine.
Mine, mine, mineand to backthe fuck off.
Fuckers.
I give Emerson a head start in our game of hide and seek. We both know I’m tall enough to see over the crowd and she’s sly enough to make me work for it, and I can’t wait to fucking play.
By the time I count to thirty, I’ve had enough.
It’s loud downstairs, and I push through a wall of people. I spot her off to the side, almost tucked away in a corner, her back to the room and dancing by herself.
I take a second to admire the way she moves and the dangerous swish of her silver dress that barely covers her ass. She’s impossible to look away from, and there’s some hypnotizing drug in the way she lifts her arms above her head and shimmies to the beat of the music.
I close the distance between us. “There you are,” I say. “What do I get for finding you?”
“Stalking me, Miller?” she asks, but I’m distracted by the sway of her hips and her long hair that hangs down her back. Her tits and the thin sheen of sweat on her arms and the top of her chest. “Seems like you can’t stay away from me.”
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m fucking addicted to you.” I press my cock against her ass, and her breath stutters. “This is what you do to me.”
I need to touch her, and if that means pretending to dance to EDM music to get away from our teammates so we can have a moment to ourselves, then so be it.
“What are we doing?” she asks when I band my arm around her waist and pull her toward me.
“Letting loose after our win.”
Emerson hums. Her dress rides up her ass, enough for me to see the underside of her cheeks, and I groan.
Christ.
I’m hard, and I know she can feel me. I can practically see the smirk on her blood-red lips, like she’s proud that she’s the one turning me on.
“I haven’t let loose in a while.” She rests her head in the crook of my neck, and I brush my nose against her throat. “This could be fun.”
“You’re safe with me.” I drop a hand to her thigh and squeeze the bare skin I find there. “If you want to get wasted, I’ll keep an eye on you. If you want to take eight shots, I’ll make sure you get to bed safely.”
“And if I want to dance with someone else?”
“I’ll break his fingers.”
“I’m not yours, Maverick,” she says, and fuck me, I love when she say calls me that.
“You’re not? Who made you come last night?” I ask, and my grip tightens around her. “Whose name did you say this morning when I had my fingers inside of you? Kind of sounds like you might be mine, Red.”
She lifts her chin and I turn my head to look down at her. Some of the makeup around her eyes is smudged from the warm temperature in here, but she’s so goddamn beautiful.
“What if I asked you to touch me?” Her voice is low, and my dick throbs in my jeans. “Would you do that?”
“Yeah,” I say roughly. I move my hand up her thigh, and her feet press against mine to widen her legs. “I’d give you anything you want. Even if you don’t ask for it.”
Her mouth pulls into a smile. It’s half wicked, half dangerous. The good kind of trouble I keep finding myself falling into, again and again.
“For a hockey player, you don’t have a lot of rhythm on the dance floor,” she says over the noise, and I bury my face in her neck.
Her skin is hot, and I can smell traces of her soap. It’s the hint of summer and the edge of ecstasy. I inhale because I’m a fucking goner, and I drop a kiss right above her collarbone.
“Because I’m too busy trying to hide my boner in the middle of the dance floor,” I say.
“It’s a good thing it’s dark, then.” Her shoulders shake with laughter. “I didn’t know this kind of music turned you on.”
“Not the music.” I drag my hand higher, and my pinky brushes against her underwear. I want to find out what color it is tonight.“You.”
“I’m right here.” Her hand folds over mine. “Maybe you should do something about it.”
I’ve never touched someone in public.
Not like this.
But something about Emerson makes me want to be irresponsible.
My heart races at the thought of being caught. I brush my thumb over the front of the lace under her dress, and she gasps.
“You like that?” I ask. “I know you like when I get right into it, but do you like to be teased too?”
“Yes.” She exhales, and her chest rises and falls. “Only when you do it, though.”
I crowd her space and nearly fold my body over hers so no one can see her. So no one can watch me move the wet fabric aside and run two fingers over her entrance. “Fucking hell, Emmy. You’re already drenched.”
Emerson hisses. She arches her back into my chest, and she wraps an arm around my neck to keep me in place.
I want to laugh, because she’s out of her mind if she thinks I’m going anywhere else besides deep inside her tight pussy.
“You like when I call you that, don’t you?” I say into her ear. Her breathing turns rough, and she gives me a quick nod.
“Yes.” She grips the ends of my hair, trying to hold onto something steady. “Yes, I do.”
“Emmy.” I rub my thumb against her clit, and her moan hovers between us. “My sweet Emmy girl…” I slide one finger inside her at the same time I run my free hand up her neck. My thumb strokes over the pulse point in her throat, and she grinds into me. “…who loves when I fuck her cunt in front of everyone. The whole team could see us. Maybe I’ll make them watch so they know you’re mine.”
“Maverick,” she whines. “I need more. Please.”
“Two?” I ask, and when she nods, I work a second finger in her. “Deep breath, baby. You can take it, can’t you?”
“Of course I can take it. I take your cock, don’t I?” she challenges, and I laugh.
“You might be my favorite person in the world.”
A bead of sweat rolls down her cheek, and I lick it away. Every inch of her skin turns red, and I blow on her neck to keep her cool.
Emerson closes her eyes. She’s using me—I’m here for her pleasure and her pleasure only, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
“What else do you need to get there?” I ask.
“More,” she begs, and her grip on my hair turns rougher. “Can I have three?”
“I told you that you can have anything you want,” I say, and when I slip another finger inside her and feel her stretch around me, I have to squeeze my eyes closed to stop myself from losing control. “Fuck, Em. This is doing it for me.”
Emerson turns to face me. My fingers slide out of her before she guides me back in while moving her other hand from my hair to the front of my jeans. She traces my erection through the denim, a soft touch that makes me buck my hips like a needy fucking asshole.
“No guy has ever finished in their pants for me before,” she says, and there’s a dare behind it.
“You know I always like to be the first and the best.” I drop my head back and groan when she cups me, her thumb stroking me up and down. “Emerson. Seriously. If you keep doing that?—”
“I’d like to see it.” Her other hand wraps around my wrist and she picks up the pace of my fingers, urging them in and out of her. “I’d like to see you fall apart.”
“After you.” I curl my fingers, and she gasps. I open my eyes and smile at the blush on her cheeks and the pointed nipples through her dress. “That’s my girl. I told you you’re safe with me. Let go, Emmy. Let me see how pretty you are when you come.”
Her breathing changes. I bend down and kiss her temple, her cheek and her neck. She tightens around me and tells me she’s close. I circle her clit until she moans long and low, her body shuddering against mine as the music thumps around us.
I coax her through the high, whispering in her ear how good she is. How beautiful she is and how much I like being here with her. And when she unzips my jeans and slips her fingers inside of my briefs, stroking me and jerking my cock, pleasure builds at the base of my spine.
“Emmy,” I say, shuffling us to the back corner of the club. I put a hand on the wall to hold myself up. “I’m?—”
Her thumb swipes over the head of my dick, and I lose it.
My vision turns dark and my limbs get heavy. I groan, nothing but satisfaction in my bones and a goddamn mess in my pants.
“Fuck. Fuck.”
“Give me all of it, pretty boy.”
I whimper, some desperate sound I’ll be embarrassed about tomorrow. But right now, she’s still holding me, still stroking me, drawing every bit of pleasure out of me that she can.
“Shit. Shit, Emmy,” I pant. I think I’m about to topple over. “God damn.”
“Did you like that, Maverick?”
I swallow down a gulp of air. “I haven’t finished like that since I was fourteen,” I admit.
“That’s hot.” She kisses me again and runs her tongue across my lips. “You’re such a good boy doing what I ask. Look at the mess you’ve made.”
Goddamn.
My body is an inferno, and I whine at her praise. I pull my fingers out of her and bring them to her mouth.
“Open up,” I say. “Want to watch you suck them clean.” Her lips part, and I press my fingers down on her tongue. “How do you taste?”
“Good. But you’d taste better.”
I grab her chin and kiss her, a promise of what else is to come tonight. We might be done here, but I’m just getting started with her.
“Want to head back to the hotel?” I ask.
“And do what?”
“Sex. Lots and lots of sex,” I say. “Then we can go from there.”
“Okay.” She looks down at the front of my jeans, and there’s a cute little smirk on her mouth. “I was going to ask if we could get food but?—”
“I’ll order you one of everything off the room service menu. The ice cream too.”
“I need to clean up first.”
I take her palm and wipe her fingers on my shirt, not giving a shit about the stain. “There. Problem solved.”
Emerson links her hand in mine and drags me toward the door. “Let’s go, pretty boy.”
Outside, I bend over and pat my shoulders. “Climb on. Someone asked for a piggyback ride.”
Emerson jumps on my back, her legs around my waist and her face in my hair as we walk down the sidewalk in the freezing cold. When we get back to the hotel, I fuck her twice, once in the bed and the other against the wall.
We stay up until two in the morning eating french fries and grilled chicken and a bowl of ice cream. When she sneaks out of my room just before sunrise, I kiss her one more time, thinking this one-woman thing doesn’t suck at all.
It’s really fucking fun.