Chapter 22
Maverick
Iwasn’t a stalker. Really, I wasn’t. But when Baller told me Kat stepped onto our side of the property line, I couldn’t stay away. And I did want to check if there’d been any cameras installed on our side. Besides the ones that we had installed, of course.
We had a chain-link fence surrounding the main compound and parking lot.
We’d be idiots not to. But given that our property sat on thirty acres, we also weren’t interested in fencing in that entire area.
Especially with Larry as our neighbor, we didn’t need to.
We got along well, and he had his own defenses to keep any riffraff from coming in through his side.
Although, we may have to rethink that now.
“Off trail? Oh, this is adventurous.”
When I’d sought her out, I hadn’t expected her to be in a crop top and mid-calf leggings, but I wasn’t complaining. In fact, it gave me an idea.
I nodded. “Thought you’d enjoy that, city girl.”
She smiled. “As long as we don’t get lost, I like the idea of going off the main path.”
I turned to look at her. “And how often do you do that?”
She sighed. “In my real life? Almost never. I keep things nice and orderly. I went to college, got a finance degree. Added a master’s degree because that’s what my adviser suggested.
Got enough experience and certifications that I was able to land a CFO job with a medium-sized company, which I’ve been with for five years.
I’ve got a few more to go until I’m qualified to make the leap as CFO to a larger company. ”
“Sounds like a good path.”
“It was.” She shook her head. “It is. I’ve got my own place and my own money. I’ve got total control over my circumstances.”
Interesting. Must be a story there.
“Do you ever think of changing the plan?”
She shrugged. “It’s a good plan. No need to change if it’s working.”
“Good plans are also adaptable, are they not? Seems to me that sticking to a rigid plan could be as dangerous as having no plan at all. One little crack could blow it all to shit.”
She took a deep breath. “Yeah. But there’s comfort in sticking to what you know.”
I reached over and squeezed her hand. “But think of all things you could miss out on by not deviating every now and then.”
“Are you getting deep on me, Maverick?”
I pulled her close, drawing her face toward mine. “Deep in you, maybe.” I leaned down and pressed my lips against hers, gentle and firm. “Now, look up.”
“Look up?” She pulled her head back and stared into the sky. “Holy crap, is that a treehouse?”
I laughed. “Not exactly. It’s a deer stand. A couple of the guys like to hunt and installed it awhile back. Go ahead, climb on up.” I gestured toward the ladder that was drilled into the side of the tree.
Kat reached a hand onto one of the rungs and shook it.
“Babe.” My tone held a warning. “You think I’d tell you to go up some wonky ass ladder?”
I shook my head, disappointed, but not exactly surprised. She wasn’t used to having someone else look after her. “Go on.” I nodded my head upward. “I’ll be right behind you.”
She climbed up a few bars, then turned her head back down. Her nose was scrunched. “You don’t want to go up first? There might be something living up there.”
I laughed. “Like what?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. Don’t mountain lions live in trees? I’m sure I read an article where a mountain lion fell out of a tree and ate a hiker.”
I shook my head. “Good thing there are no mountains here. Now quit stalling and move.” She turned her head back toward the ladder and I swatted her on the ass.
“Hey!” she shouted, quickening her pace.
“I warned you!” I laughed. I climbed onto the ladder and followed her, joining her on the platform a few seconds later.
The stand was twenty feet in the air. The platform was about eight feet by six, big enough for two grown men and their equipment to comfortably hang out for several hours.
The platform was surrounded by a four-foot wooden wall on all sides and had an awning to protect from rain and sun.
A camouflage canvas flap extended over the back wall and could cover the remaining sides if it got cold, but the front was usually left open.
You needed to be able to see what you were shooting at.
“Wow, I feel like a princess in a tower.” Kat placed her hands on the edge of the front ledge and leaned over, taking in the site before her.
And I took in the sight behind her. Her bare midriff.
Her ass in those spandex running pants. Metal clanged as I unbuckled my belt and flicked open the button of my jeans.
Her head whipped around. “Mav? What do you think you’re doing?”
“Face forward, Kitty Kat.”
I moved behind her, setting my left hand over to hers to keep her in place while my right hand grabbed her hip and dragged her back, just a few steps until she got into the perfect position.
“Mav! Someone will see!” she hissed.
I lowered my zipper over my aching erection, the sound seeming louder than usual in the quiet of the woods.
“I thought you liked that.” I nudged her ponytail to one side with my face and planted a series of open mouth kisses across the back of her neck. “Do you see anyone out there?”
A strangled groan escaped her lips as she pushed her ass against my cock. “No, I don’t see anybody.”
My hand dipped into the front of her pants, my fingers seeking her heat. “Fuck, Kitty Kat. You’re already soaked.”
“It’s that fucking belt buckle. You’ve turned me into Pavlov’s dog.”
I chuckled, rubbing her clit and slipping a finger inside while my other hand fondled her breasts.
“Stop teasing me,” she whined.
“Teasing?” I breathed, right below the spot on her right ear that I knew was extra sensitive.
She shivered, and her walls squeezed my fingers. Her hips rolled against my hand as she sought more.
“Teasing would be more like this.” I slowly pulled my fingers out of her pussy, trailing up her mound and out of her pants.
A whimper escaped her throat.
“But don’t worry, baby. You know I’ll always take care of you.” I pushed her pants and panties down her thighs, the thick waistband preventing her from spreading too wide.
I took a second to admire the sight before me. In the middle of the woods, with Kat bent over, ass out, and ready for me to take her.
I pulled my dick from my boxer briefs, pumping it slowly before sheathing the condom from my back pocket.
Her ass wiggled and she groaned. “Hurry up, already. I need you, Mav, right fucking now.”
“Your wish is my command, baby.”
Kat, with her perfectly ordered life, begged me to fuck her hard and fast in a deer stand. Kinky Kat indeed. I slammed into her pussy and she moaned loud enough to scare the wildlife for miles.
I was far from a two pump chump, but I wasn’t going to last long. I reached for her clit, rubbing her to the edge while I barreled into her. The sound of our flesh slapping together echoed through the trees.
“Mav, this is… I’m so… Oh fuck…” Her walls fluttered around my cock. And that was all it took to send me over the edge.
“Fuck!” I shouted as my cum jetted into the condom.
I did not fuck raw. No way did I trust the bunnies, and a little mini-Mav running around was the last thing I needed.
But if Kat stuck around, if this thing became more than just a vacation hook up…
The thought of filling her up with my seed, watching it drip down her leg…
I pumped into her a few more times, unable to get the image out of my mind. I leaned forward, kissing the back of her neck, now glistening with sweat.
“Baby, that was…” I trailed off, having no words to describe what we’d done.
“Yeah.” Kat chuckled. “It was.”
I pulled out of her and removed the condom, tying it off before tossing it into the trash bag in the corner of the stand.
“You know, maybe we don’t have to keep doing that.” Kat turned around and laughed at the look of horror on my face. “The condoms, I mean. I’ve got the implant, so pregnancy isn’t a concern. And I’m clean. I can show you my last check up if you want to see.”
My cocks swelled, ready to fuck her bare right now. But I tried to play it cool “A little late for ‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours’, isn’t it?”
She grinned. “Well?”
“Fuck yeah, baby.” I pulled up the app on my phone and showed her my latest test results.
She offered to share hers when we got back to the house, but I didn’t need to see them.
Knowing how tightly Kat was wound, there was no way she’d bring this up without being absolutely sure.
With any other woman, I wouldn’t care what her paperwork said.
I’d be worried it was a trap of some sort.
But with Kat, it was different. I trusted her. “Can we start now?”
She chuckled and leaned against the wall to stare into the woods. And for a while we just stood there, enjoying the quiet stillness together.
“I can see Dad’s house and the MC. I’m surprised you guys keep this here. Aren’t you afraid someone will sneak up and cause trouble?”
“See that symbol?” I pointed to the Exiled Reapers logo that was painted on the back wall. “In the unlikely event that someone made it this far onto our territory without knowing this was ours, that would let them know. And no one around here is stupid enough to fuck with the Reapers.”
“Oh, and why is that? Would you guys, like, beat them up or something?”
“Or something.”
“Ban them from the bar?”
My mouth tightened. “Kat,” I warned. We hadn’t talked about the MC other than the fact that I was VP and we had a clubhouse. I couldn’t tell her much because she was an outsider. But even if I could, I had a feeling it wouldn’t sit too well with her tidy view of life.
“What?” she asked. “You brought it up.”
I nodded. “I did. But don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.”
“But I do want to know. That’s why I asked. And now you’re being all cagey, which makes me really want to know. Your patch says motorcycle club, not motorcycle gang. I thought you ran a bar and rode motorcycles.”