Chapter 31
brIDGET
Mav held the door for me, and I climbed into his car. Instead of shutting it, he squatted down.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
His eyes were level with mine and they roved over my face, drifting from them to my mouth and back.
“I’m fine.” I wasn’t lying. I was used to the feel of living with what my professor did. Mallory was still obviously pissed and now so were the James brothers.
He reached out and took my hand, ran his thumb–in a very distracting way–over my knuckles. “I want you to come home with me, because, well, I’m selfish and want you there so I know you’re safe, but I’ll take you home instead if you’re not comfortable.”
He needed to be reassured by me? That made no sense. Except, I’d had months to process it, Mav had had ten minutes.
“It was a while ago now. I’m over it.”
He frowned. “No, you’re not.”
I sighed. “I’m not, but I’m moving on. I have no choice.”
“Yes, you do. Fight him. Sue him. Prove he stole from you.”
I shook my head. “It’s his word against mine. A tenured professor versus a student?”
“You’re so smart that–”
“Everyone there is smart. I’m not all that special.”
His eyes narrowed. “What did I say about that kind of talk?”
I had to laugh. “All I’m saying is that it’s like the Olympics. Compared to everyone else at home, you’re an incredibly fast skier or runner. Then when you show up at the Olympics, everyone is as good as you. Or better. I’m not the only one good at math at MIT.”
“Then you’d have won the Math Olympics gold medal because a tenured professor stole from you.”
He had a point.
“I don’t have the money to sue him. Or whatever. It’s done.” I had the hottest pseudo-lumberjack in front of me. The last thing I wanted to talk, or think about, was Professor Diego.
The look Mav was giving me didn’t indicate that it was done. At all.
“I want you to kiss me,” I told him, my gaze latched onto his lips. “That’s what I want.”
I did. I wanted that really bad. We were interrupted earlier, and I wanted to know what Mav would have done if his brothers hadn’t rang the doorbell. He’d given me orgasms and I was addicted. I hadn’t known what I’d been missing, but I craved it now. Maybe I was sex starved after all.
A slow smile crept across his face and his dark eyes dropped to my lips. “That I can do.”
His hand slid up my arm and cupped the back of my neck, tugged gently on my hair, making me gasp.
He kissed me then, not gently. Not sweetly. Hell, no. This was as if I was his source of oxygen and he was taking, taking, taking.
I moaned. He tipped my head, then growled, taking my lips again, then working along my jaw.
He tasted me. Licked. Sucked. Nipped.
“Mav,” I whispered. We were in a little pocket of quiet between cars in the parking lot. I felt sheltered and safe with him.
“I like this shirt,” he murmured, his finger sliding back and forth along the neckline. “I’d like it on my floor even more.”
“Okay,” I whispered, liking that idea very much. Until earlier, I hadn’t even known the level of pleasure Mav had given me. That it was even possible. He knew I hadn’t come with or from a guy before and seemed to have made it his mission to get me off.
If I had to rate his job performance, he’d get a promotion and a raise and a corner office.
He stood and I had a quick view of the thick outline of his dick in his jeans before he closed my door, went around the car and settled into the driver’s seat.
As he turned the car on, he looked at me. The stare was penetrating, filled with heat. Need. Intensity.
I swallowed and rubbed my thighs together.
He noticed and a growl escaped through gritted teeth.
Putting the car in gear, he looked over his shoulder and backed out of the parking lot.
If I was horny–which was an adjective I never used on myself before–and a little frantic for more than just the kiss, then Mav had to be ten times worse. Squared. Cubed.
I’d been naked in his lap. Sprawled on his bed. He’d had his big, ridiculously hard and amazing looking dick in hand. Then denied.
As he drove out of town, I set my hand on his thigh. The hard muscle clenched beneath my palm. I didn’t linger there, but slid upward, higher and higher until I felt the swollen head and then the thick length. Cupping it, I gave it a squeeze.
The car veered slightly, but he recorrected.
“Baby,” he said, his gaze torn from the road for a second to meet mine. “You can’t do that while I’m driving.”
I bit my lip, felt brave. Stroked him again, then undid the button on his jeans and slid down the zipper to reach inside.
“Jesus. Fuck.” His hips bucked when I touched him directly for the first time. Hot, silky flesh over steel.
Jesus. Fuck, I thought. I had no idea a dick went down a pant leg. I saw underwear models in magazine ads and they didn’t do that. Obviously. And yes, I looked.
Mav was bigger than any of those models. Longer. Thicker. At least what I saw of it earlier and what I felt now.
“Baby,” he said again, and I swore he got bigger in my hold.
My pussy clenched and I wondered if he’d fit inside me because he was big. B.I.G.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, watching as his knuckles turned white as he gripped the wheel.
I definitely didn’t, but I didn’t want to be found in a ditch with my hand down his pants by firefighters.
He moved a hand down to rest over mine inside the front of his jeans. Pressed down. Moved my hand how he liked.
“Fuck,” he growled again after a minute, then yanked my hand away and set it on my own thigh. He held it hostage there. “I’m not coming in my boxers. I’m coming in that hot little pussy, so be a good girl and don’t tempt me.”
“Mav,” I began, but he stopped me.
“Shh. No talking, no more squirming like that. I see you squeezing those thighs together.”
I knew the way to his place now and we took the last few turns practically on two wheels.
When he turned off the car out front, he didn’t linger.
Came around and helped me out. He hadn’t even adjusted his jeans.
The front was open and his boxers pushed down exposing him, so big and hard.
It was a good thing he had no neighbors, not just because of his dick, but because he turned and pushed me up against the car.
“You’ve been a bad girl, baby.” His voice was a husky whisper.