Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
Henley
Another sleepless night
Sleep was the furthest thing from my mind when Maverick left so I opted for watching tv on the sofa.
I wanted to be near Hulk if he needed to go outside because the cone around his head wouldn’t fit through the doggie door.
Eventually I’d fallen into a light sleep, but solid sleep evaded me.
I awoke with visions of Maverick and me, so I grabbed my journal and started writing.
“If I stay any longer, you’ll have second thoughts about me,” Maverick whispered. His finger slid along my neck, awakening my skin with his slow touch. “I want to do things to you I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself, Henley. I want you.”
“Then take me,” I replied, stripping the tank top I’d worn over my head and exposing my naked body to the man like the shameless fool I’d become around him.
“You’re perfect,” Maverick sucked in a breath as his fingers caressed my nipple, and then he cupped my breast. “I want to fuck you senseless and cover these tits with my cum.”
“Then do it,” I moaned as Maverick pinched my taught peak between his two fingers, sending a zing of delicious pain through me.
Hulk barked, bringing me to my senses. He barked again and then ran for the back door.
“Ruff,” his tail wagged as Hulk watched me move towards him.
When I opened the door, he ran out, stopping at the first bush he found, lifted his leg, then ran towards the hole in the fence and started pawing at the dirt as if he knew that was the way to get next door.
“Hulk, no!” He stopped and turned to look at me.
“Come on," I clapped my hands against my legs, “you’ll get there soon enough.” Hulk ran past me and beelined it to the front door. “Too early boy, you’re gonna need to wait a bit. Go lay down.” Hulk dropped his head and made his way back to his pillow in disappointment. “I know how you feel boy.”
I looked at the clock on the stove; it read five-thirty. There was no way I’d wake up on time if I forced myself back to sleep again.
I started a pot of coffee and went to the bathroom, turning on the shower and letting the water heat up.
Once the steam filled the room, I stripped and stepped under the cascading water.
I stood there for a few moments my hands sliding over the top of my head, letting the water soak in.
When I reached for the shampoo, I wondered what it would be like not to be alone.
As I lathered my hair I couldn’t help remember how his erection had pressed against his zipper last night when he left.
I closed my eyes, letting my hand run down my neck and to my breast. Fantasizing it was Mav’s hand.
Slowly my hand caressed my breast before giving a little tug at my nipple.
I imagined he’d roll my nipple between his long fingers and fantasized about the growl that would come from his mouth when I reached out and grasped his dick, running my thumb over the head.
On instinct, my center spasmed as I let myself anticipate the feel of his hand between my legs.
Only the imagination of it all wasn’t enough, I needed it to be true.
My hand drifted from my breast lower. My fingers circling over the bud of nerves between my legs sending sparks through my core.
This, this is what it would feel like to have Mavericks hands on me.
Between my legs. Taking me to the edge and letting me explode. A precipice I’d never felt with Bill.
As the water began to cool, I finished, toweled dry, and dressed for work. It was seven-fifteen when I retrieved the pink pillow from the floor and tucked Hulk against my chest, trying not to knock myself in the face with the plastic cone he wore.
I rang Maverick’s doorbell and waited for him to answer.
When he did, he held the door wide open, his arm resting against the edge as he waited for me to enter.
I couldn’t help but notice how tired he looked.
But even a tired Maverick was still sexy as hell.
His hair was disheveled, the way I imagined it would look if my hands ran through it and tugged at the ends as he sent me over the edge.
He stood bare footed, in a pair of ripped jeans.
The top button still unfastened. The buttons of his white cotton shirt remained undone, allowing me to drink in his tan skin and ripped body.
What the hell was I doing just standing there ogling the man before me. Butterflies filled my stomach, bringing out my nerves. “We’re here,” I said, stating the obvious.
Maverick reached for Hulk’s pillow, taking it from my hand but not saying a word.
“I really can’t thank you enough for this.
” I said. Millie stood beside him wearing a bright pink collar, and looking up at me, probably wondering why I was there.
She moved towards me, her nose lifting in the air as she sniffed.
When she got a whiff of Hulk, she whined softly and sat back on her haunches.
Her tail wagged against the floor, sweeping side to side.
Maverick tossed the pillow on the floor by the fireplace and retrieved Hulk from my hands. “I told you Millie loved company.” He kneeled down, placing Hulk on the floor and I held my breath as the two dogs sniffed each other.
When our two pups were done introducing themselves to one another, I bent over and ruffled Millies ears. “You must be Millie. Aren’t you precious?” The golden lab lifted her head and licked my chin.
I stood, handed the medicine bottle to Maverick, then looked past him finding Hulk lying on his pillow.
His eyebrows raised as he looked at me, then he turned his head, doing his best to get comfortable.
Millie, losing interest in me, walked over and laid beside the pink pillow placing her head on her paws.
“Well,” I said, “I guess he’s in good hands today. I promise I’ll be here by five-thirty to pick him up.”
Maverick didn’t say a word; he just nodded his head.
I wondered if he was like this every morning or if he was like this because of yesterday.
Oh God, maybe he had regrets and was now stuck caring for my dog.
I looked Maverick in the eyes. “If this isn’t good for you, please let me know. I’ll make other arrangements.”
His brows drew together, “I offered, Henley. There’s no need to make other arrangements.” He walked over and retrieved his phone from the fireplace mantle. “What’s your number Henley?”
I rattled it off and watched as he added it to his phone. Then he pressed a button and mine rang. “That’s my number if you want to check on him today.”
I glanced at the phone and then at Hulk again. I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth as I built up the nerve to flirt a little. I took a deep breath and went for it. “What if I facetime you?”
Maverick stepped closer to me, closing the distance between us. “Call, facetime, any day or night,” he placed an emphasis on the word night and then winked at me.
“So, you don’t mind if I call you in the middle of the night and wake you up?” I swallowed, unsure of what his response would be.
Maverick closed the distance even more and I noticed the same smoldering look I’d seen in his eyes last night after our kiss.
“If you facetime me in the middle of the night I can’t be held accountable for what you see.
Or maybe seeing my naked body is exactly what you want to see. Would you like to see me naked Henley?”
Now all I wanted to do was fantasize about his naked body.
Maverick inched even closer and I swallowed hard.
If he moved again, our bodies would be touching.
“I better go, or I’m going to be late for work.
” The words flew out of my mouth on a shaky breath.
I needed an escape, to put some distance between us before I spontaneously combusted.
I heard a soft laugh from behind me, afraid to turn around because I could feel his eyes upon me.
“Have a good day at work, Henley. We’ll be here when you get home. I promise.”