Chapter Six
Ana
The next morning, I don’t want to get out of bed. I feel a warm body underneath me. I breathe in and automatically know it’s Maverick.
I would know his scent anywhere.
I don’t remember the whole night, but I know it was just what I needed.
When I shift so that I can try to get up and do something about my head pounding, Maverick tightens his hold on me.
“Morning Button,” he rasps in that sleepy voice that I love.
I don’t comment on him calling me “Button” because even though I told him I didn’t want him to call me that anymore, I love hearing him call me that.
“Why did you let me drink so much?” I grumble.
He chuckles. “There was no stopping you. All of you needed it.”
I get up and head to the washroom to clean up. When I get out in nothing but a towel, Maverick is walking in with coffee and a bottle of aspirin.
“I also have some Gatorade to help,” he says, putting the cups beside the bed and gesturing to the bottles on the floor.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“Stay,” I say softly when it looks like he’s going to leave.
He sits on the bed where he was sleeping, and I waste no time in straddling his lap.
I haven’t chosen to forgive him yet, but I need something. Some sort of connection. To feel.
“Ana,” he breathes out when I lean in and kiss him softly.
“This doesn’t mean I forgive you, but I need you,” I say with a whimper when I feel his hard cock and grind myself down on him.
“I’m here for whatever you need, baby. I’ll never say no to you. I just don’t want you to regret it,” he rasps. His breath hitches when I grind down again.
“Please,” I plead.
He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss that’s full of desperation.
It’s like he’s showing me that he needs me as much as I need him.
I push out the emotions and try to concentrate on what I’m feeling.
When I pull back from the kiss, I lean back and open my towel, letting it fall onto his lap.
He bites his lip as he takes me in.
No matter what we have gone through, whenever he sees me naked it’s like he’s seeing me for the first time.
A shiver runs through my body while he pulls me back to him and I grind down on him again.
One hand moves to one of my breasts while the other moves towards my clit.
I let out a gasp at the contact.
I feel myself getting wetter the longer he strokes my clit.
I move my hands to undo the button of his jeans, and he shifts his hips enough for me to pull his cock out.
I wrap my hand around him, loving the feel of his hard cock.
When we both pull back from the kiss, we lock eyes as I move my body so his cock is at my entrance. Slowly I slide myself down as my mouth falls open at the feel.
“Fuck,” he bites out.
He puts his hands up my hips as he helps me fuck myself on his cock and leans forward to take a nipple into his mouth.
A low moan escapes me.
One hand moves back to my clit. “Come for me, baby,” he rumbles.
I feel my walls tightening around him as an orgasm hits me.
When the wave is over, he flips us so I’m on my back. I notice he’s still hard.
“That’s one. I want another one from you, baby,” he says as he fucks me slowly until the sensitivity passes.
“More,” I moan out.
Once the words leave my mouth, he fucks into me harder and faster.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he rasps.
When he moves to his knees and lifts my legs in the air, the angle changes and he hits that sweet spot inside of me that has me seeing stars.
It only takes a few more thrusts before I feel myself tightening around him again.
This time he follows me over the edge, and I feel his hot release inside of me. I never knew I loved the feeling of him coming inside of me until we stopped using condoms.
He falls onto his elbows on top of me, being careful not to crush me with his weight, as he lightly bites and kisses my shoulder.
“That was what I needed,” I say through panting.
He chuckles. “Glad I could be of service.”
There’s a knock at the door before I can respond.
“Now that you guys are done, mom and the aunts are asking for you two downstairs,” my sister shouts through the door.
I cover my face with an arm before letting out an embarrassed groan.
Maverick chuckles before sliding out of me and getting up.
“We better head down,” he says while helping me up.
“Just let me clean myself up again, and then I’ll go down,” I say.
“I need a shower anyways,” he says before heading to my bathroom and climbing into the shower.
I don’t think as I climb in with him, and we both get washed up.
We don’t speak since I’m not sure what to say after what happened.
As mad as I am at him, I can’t help but want him.
Now, I have to get through everything we have been trying to avoid thinking about.
I blow out a shaky breath as I put on some clothes.
When I’m done and Maverick is dressed, he wraps his arms around me as my eyes well with tears.
“It’s okay to cry, Button,” he whispers in my ear.
I nod my head into his chest.
I let him hold me for a moment before we head downstairs.
Maverick “Viking”
Everyone looks hungover, but that’s to be expected.
The brothers at the Vicious Snakes MC dropped off food and coffee this morning.
Serena looks at Ana, and then at me, with a smirk, “Wow sis, I didn’t know he was so bad at it that he made you cry. Did he not finish the job?”
I look at my sister in-law with shock. “I know how to take care of my woman. Not once have I made her cry from bad sex.”
Ana lets out a laugh. “He finished the job just fine,” she says, shaking her head at her sister.
“It was more than fucking fine,” I mumble under my breath.
The aunts chuckle. “Quit teasing Viking and let’s eat,” Ana’s mom says.
We all make plates and take seats around the kitchen table and island.
“Thanks for everything, Viking,” Ana’s mother says with a small smile.
“It’s no problem. I’m your errand boy for the next few days. Whatever you need.”
I sit back and watch as they work through all the arrangements that need to be made. I’m sent to the store a few times, but I don’t mind.
I don’t spend much time with Ana. Not as much as I want to, but I told them that I would do whatever they need.
They decide to have the funeral in two days. I call my Prez to let him know.
I know that the whole club won’t be able to show up, but at least Dani will want to be there for Ana. I know they have gotten close over the last few months. I may have acted like a disinterested asshole husband, but I knew my wife had found a good friend in Dani.
With the funeral being so soon, it means I only have two days to convince my wife to come home with me.
This morning, I wasn’t able to say “no” to her. I know she was just trying to use me, but I could still see her love for me in her eyes. If she wants to use me, I’m all for it.
I’ve never denied her my body when she asked and, heck, she probably would have asked more if I was home more. I won’t ever say no to her when she wants me.
The day is long, and I’m exhausted by the time everyone is calling it a night. I’m surprised at how much they got done, considering how much they drank last night.
I stay downstairs as everyone leaves to their rooms, and I clean up the dishes and garbage around the house. Once that’s done, I look around the room and realize I’m stalling because I would love to fucking go upstairs and hold my wife all night; but I don’t know if she only let me last night because she was drunk, and I don’t want to overstep right now.
I decide to grab a glass of water and take a seat on the couch. There are no lights on, and I don’t bother turning on the TV. I just sit in the dark thinking of ways to win Ana over.
“Mav?” the soft voice of my wife sounds hesitantly from the stairs.
I get up and walk towards the stairs, looking up at her. “Yeah, Button?”
“Are you coming up to bed?” she asks, sounding unsure.
I rub the back of my neck with a hand. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted me in there tonight,” I tell her honestly.
“I do. I don’t want to be alone,” she says, holding a handout to me. I don’t hesitate and practically run up the stairs to her.
My actions cause a small giggle from her. Fuck, I’ve missed that sound.
I grab the hand she’s still holding out, and she turns and leads me to her room.
She closes the door when we are inside, and I take that as my sign to strip down to my boxers. I hope it won’t bother her, but I hate sleeping in clothes. Sleeping in my boxers is still even a bit much for me; I prefer to sleep naked.
When we climb into bed on our sides, she grabs my arm and pulls it around her making me chuckle.
I kiss her on the head and whisper in her ear. “Good night, Button. I love you.”
She doesn’t say it back, but I don’t expect her to.
It only takes seconds for her to fall asleep. I take that as a sign she couldn’t sleep without me before, which is why she came and got me.
I follow her into sleep only a few minutes later. I’m feeling peaceful like I always do when I’m holding her in my arms.
Levi “Ice”
I look around Viking and Ana’s house and am amazed at how much the brothers and I completed since Viking has been gone.
Once they found out where he was, they all came to lend a hand since we are all hoping that Ana comes back with him.
I’ve been staying in a bed in the living room since the rooms need to be repainted and furnished with the shit Viking bought that arrived today. We have been busy; even Dani has been here helping to decorate the space. She lets out an impressed whistle when she firsts sees the place.
“He really wanted to renovate the whole place,” she says as she looks around.
I nod my head. “Yeah, it won’t make her forgive him, but it’s a start in the right direction.”
“Are you going to the funeral tomorrow?” Dani asks.
“Yeah, I’ll head out in the morning. I just want to make sure we’ve got as much done as possible before I head out,” I tell her.
“That’s quite a lot you have been doing. I don’t think I’ve seen you at the clubhouse since Ana left,” she states.
I look away hoping that I’m not fucking blushing. I don’t need her to get the wrong idea. “It’s what club does for each other,” I mumble.
“Maybe, but not as much as you have been doing,” she says slowly.
I let out a sigh. “Just say what you want to say.”
“Are you doing this because you want them?” she asks and, when I look at her, she tries to have an innocent expression on her face.
“I’m doing this because I can see how much they both love each other, but they both seemed to have lost their way. If this helps them get it back, then I feel lucky enough to be a part of that,” I start, but when she raises and eyebrow and crosses her arms, I can’t help but blurt out. “Sure, they are both smoking hot and I’d be lucky if they looked at me that way; but I know that would never happen so, if this is all I get to be a part of, I’m going to have to be okay with that.”
“Good. I’m glad you finally admitted it. Though I wouldn’t say it would never happen because you never know,” she says with a shrug.
I have to believe that this is all I can have. Okay, so I have spent the last few days fantasizing what it would be like living here with them. Being with them. That’s as far as I can take it. I can’t let myself hope for more.
I know I’m signing myself up for more heartbreak by watching a couple happy without me. Sure, the situation is different this time; but I still can’t help but wonder when it’s going to be me? When do I get to find my happy and be able to keep it? I’ll never admit this out loud, but does it ever get fucking lonely sometimes.
I would love it if there was someone, or a couple of people, that I could come home to at the end of the day. I would love to have someone to hold at night and have someone who was excited to just to see me.
When do I get to have that?