17. Maverick
17
MAVERICK
This fucking backfired.
I thought sending Silas away would be good for him.
He was getting too close to the girl, even I could see that. It was one thing to find a new toy to play with, and something completely different to become obsessed with a girl. Especially this girl.
He wouldn’t be gone long, I had no doubt about it. I just needed some intel on the local gangs and MC chapters in New Orleans. There were nomad bikers here in New Orleans that used to be a branch of the Heartless Saints. Daniel Hayes had taken control with thousands of men under him. It was surprising to see so many members leave the club behind, and even more surprising that they’d faced no repercussions for it. It was a wonder the Heartless Saints hadn’t been disbanded before now, or that there had been so many of them in Chicago, just waiting for us to eradicate them.
But now that news of Hayes’ demise had traveled across the country, I needed to know if there would be other members who would try to take what was mine.
That was why I’d sent my brothers off on the errand—an errand that I would have delegated to someone else had we been in Chicago, where we were supposed to be.
But since we were here in New Orleans, Killian and Silas could make themselves useful and do a little recon for me.
Putting some distance between Silas and the girl was a bonus.
How the fuck should I have known I would get stuck to playing chauffeur?
And her car just conveniently stopped working? This had Silas’ dirty fingerprints all over it.
The fucking things I did for my brothers.
I’d seen men wet themselves facing off with me, yet when it came to these two brats, I found myself unable to say no.
My fists clenched around the steering wheel as I pulled up to the motel where the little club princess was staying.
It hadn’t been that long since she arrived, and I wondered, had Silas not been so fucking obsessed with her, had we left her alone, would she have settled down in New Orleans?
Perhaps found some straitlaced fuck to marry, have kids of her own, and forget all about her past.
For some reason, the thought made me murderous.
Toward the hypothetical straitlaced fuck.
I shook my head.
Now I sounded as obsessed as Silas.
I put the gear in park and got out of the car, waiting. Silas said Mila had changed rooms. I wondered if she realized there were men trying to look for her. Only problem was, we still didn’t know why.
With Daniel Hayes gone, they should have left his daughter alone. She had nothing to offer, no club secrets to dispose of, so why was the club still so interested?
Something wasn’t adding up.
Perhaps it was a good thing Silas was obsessed. It gave me time to figure out this whole mess while keeping her close.
It didn’t take her long to leave the room. Her work uniform was on. The shirt fitted tightly to her torso and showed off her curves.
She paused when she noticed me, which told me Silas didn’t tell her I would be the one to pick her up, not him.
Would that be a problem? It wasn’t like she had any other options.
She could call for a ride, but those were expensive, and I doubted anyone would be willing to drive to this part of the city.
“Where—” She took a deep breath. “Where’s Silas?”
“He had some business to take care of, so you’re stuck with me, little monster.”
Her lips twisted from the nickname as she shifted on her feet. I made her feel uneasy. That much was clear to see.
I raised one eyebrow at her. “Is that a problem?”
“It’s not me who has a problem with that. Did Silas force you to drive me to work?”
“Silas doesn’t force me to do anything. Now, get in the car.”
She hesitated. I moved to the passenger side of the black truck that blended easily into the city, waiting for her to decide.
Slowly, she moved over to me and climbed in, her elbow brushing against my side. She tensed slightly, meeting my eyes before quickly looking away once more. I closed the door behind her with a small, amused smile. What an enigma this girl had turned out to be.
I could still remember watching her come undone in my brother’s arms. I probably shouldn’t have watched, and she should have stopped me. She didn’t, and I didn’t regret it.
Not one fucking bit.
And that was a problem I didn’t want to get into.
I got to the driver’s side and pulled the car out of the lot. She fidgeted in her seat in silence for about half the ride before she turned slightly to me, her eyes raking up and down the side of my profile.
“You stare any harder, little monster, and I might blush,” I deadpanned.
I didn’t need to see her to know she was blushing. I didn’t think I had ever met a girl who blushed as much as she did. Of course, most of the women I interacted with weren’t the blushing type. The life they lived had hardened them too much. Which made me wonder why, after living with the club and being under Hayes’ thumb for most of her life, she could still be so… soft.
Soft and delicate in the worst way possible.
“Why ‘little monster’?” she asked.
I smiled but didn’t answer her. Had she forgotten the T-shirt she wore when we first officially met? A line of cartoonish-looking creatures that were supposed to pass for monsters. The shirt was so fucking ridiculous, I found myself wondering when I would get the chance to see her wear it once more.
Little monster was an ironic nickname. Out of the two of us, I was the real monster. Not Mila fucking Hayes. She was?—
Hell, I didn’t even know what she was.
She huffed in annoyance at my non-answer, prompting me to smile just a little wider. How amusing.
We didn’t talk the rest of the way, and after a small moment, she seemed to settle into the silence. I was a man who’d made comfort with the silence a long time ago. Especially with how volatile Killian was, and how loud Silas was. I learned to be the sturdy foundation for both of them to stand on.
I liked that she seemed comfortable in the silence as well. Why that mattered, I didn’t fucking know.
I pulled up in front of the shitty restaurant she was working in.
She shifted awkwardly before turning to me. “Thanks for the ride.”
I nodded. “I’ll be here when you get off.”
She shook her head. “You don’t?—”
“I’ll be here when you get off,” I repeated. She closed her mouth, and after a moment of hesitation, she nodded and got out of the car. I watched as she made her way up the steps leading to the front door of the restaurant. She turned before going in. She couldn’t see me through the tinted window, but the lights around the restaurant offered me a clear view of her.
My eyes made a slow perusal up and down her body, stopping on her heart-shaped face. Another awkward wave from her before she disappeared inside. I stayed parked where I was for a beat before driving into an empty spot in the restaurant parking space.
I could say to myself that I was simply here to keep an eye on the girl, for Silas’ sake. He would be pissed if something happened to his new toy. Yet somehow, the words felt like a fucking lie I wasn’t ready to delve into.
It was a little past eleven o’clock at night when the doors pushed open, and out came Mila’s delicate frame.
For a small moment in time, her guard dropped, leaving her looking lost.
Not for the first time, I found myself wondering what had happened to this girl to make her look like this.
Her eyes moved about the space in the parking lot. She couldn’t see me where I was parked, considering there was no light above my car. I started the engine and turned on the headlights.
She turned my way, squinting against the intrusion of the light, and waited patiently while I drove the car closer to her. I rolled down the passenger-side window. She looked in, her eyes rounded in surprise when she saw me.
I didn’t say anything, waiting for her to get inside.
Wordlessly, she climbed in. “Were you waiting here long?”
I made a noncommittal noise in the back of my throat.
She turned forward but made no move to put on her belt.
“Sorry. We had a group of people come in late.”
I didn’t care that she was late. I didn’t care about the apology. It made no difference to me.
She still hadn’t put on her belt. Letting out a small sigh, I reached over. She sucked in a sharp breath, her body tensing when I grabbed the belt buckle and stretched it across her body. My arm brushed against her nipple, and she tensed further into the seat. Fuck me, but I wondered if her nipples had grown hard from the simple contact. I shifted in my seat.
I paused. The freckles across the bridge of her nose stood out strongly against her pale skin. I vowed then I would know the exact number of freckles she had.
I didn’t say anything when I clipped the seat belt into the place, the click loud in the silent car, making her jump. I didn’t move away from her. Somehow, even after working a six-hour shift at the restaurant, she still smelled fucking amazing. Some floral, girly scent I’d never bother noticing on anyone else.
“Are we going to go?” she asked, her voice set in whispers.
I smiled. “Why are you whispering?”
She cleared her throat and turned her face to the side window. I closed the gap between us by just a centimeter. Judging by the harshness of her breathing, I could tell she noticed.
“I’m not,” she said, louder now.
My smile widened before I pulled away. I stifled a laugh when she sighed with noticeable relief at the distance between us again and narrowed her eyes at me.
“You enjoy this,” she said as I pulled out of the restaurant lot.
“Hmm.”
“You enjoy making me feel uneasy.”
I laughed. It hadn’t been my intention to make her feel uneasy, as she put it, but hell if I wasn’t fucking amused over it.
“Is this all a joke to you, then?” she asked, and I couldn’t determine how she was feeling based on her voice alone.
“No,” I answered seriously, meaning it. This wasn’t a joke. Never mind that I had a feeling that if there was ever anyone who could be our downfall, it would be her. The repercussions of taking her back to Chicago with us—as Silas wanted to do from the beginning, not as some sort of revenge against her father, but because of an obsession—would be something I wasn’t sure I could prepare for.
It would undoubtedly cause contention among my men.
“Well, you’re certainly laughing at my expense,” she muttered.
“Oh, sweetheart, believe me, that is the last thing I’m doing.”
She didn’t say anything for a beat. Then, “You watched.”
The change in topic came so suddenly that I nearly swerved off the side of the road, and judging by the half smile on her face, I’d say she enjoyed that.
I shook my head.
She was playing a dangerous game.
“And you didn’t stop me.”
I smiled when she sputtered a bit, but no comprehensible words came out. She could have stopped me. Had she said no, I would have walked away. Had she said she didn’t want or like that I was watching her getting pleasured by Silas, I would have left.
Instead, the little minx had enjoyed feeling my eyes on her. A little too much, from the sound of it.
Those sea-colored eyes of hers had been trained on me, her skin flushed.
“Admit it, sweetheart. You came harder than you ever did before because I watched—because you loved my eyes on you too much.”
She squirmed in her seat, and I resisted pulling over to the side of the road and finding out for myself if she was wet.
Fuck me, but she was wet. I’d bet my life on it.
“Silas said you guys share,” she said, the words spoken quietly.
“He did, did he?” I shouldn’t be surprised, but I was. If Silas was already telling her these things, then he was in deeper than I’d originally thought. I frowned at the thought before turning slightly toward her.
She was looking out her side window. The light showed her reflection, but it showed me nothing about how she was feeling.
Was that a hard limit?
Somehow, I didn’t think so. And fuck me, that mattered to me. As if I was really contemplating sharing her with my brothers.
I shook my head.
“Do you, uh…”
I didn’t say anything. Just waited for her to gather her thoughts.
She was obviously curious, and I would be more than happy to answer any questions she might have.
“Do you guys do that often?”
“More so in recent years,” I answered mildly.
She made a slight sound to indicate she’d heard me. Then, “Why?”
“Because it makes things easier.”
“Easier?”
I nodded, even if she wasn’t looking at me. “Easier to deal with. I don’t have to constantly be on guard. Not with my brothers there. I wouldn’t have to be afraid I was acting too rough, too controlling.”
Though it hadn’t happened yet, I could see Mila as the woman I lost my control with. Never had I felt the need to take over every aspect of another person’s choices as I did with this girl, and I didn’t know what to make of it. What to make of her.
Her breath caught, and I wasn’t sure if it was from fear or intrigue.
“And it turns me on,” I said.
“You make it sound so simple.”
I shrugged. “It shouldn’t be complicated. You make it complicated, perhaps because of your inexperience.”
She scoffed at that. I wondered if she could hear how loud the lie was in that small sound.
I smiled. “You disagree. So you’re just a girl with loads of experience in your twenty-four years of life?”
“Silas told you how old I am?”
No, he didn’t. There was very little I didn’t know about Mila—on a superficial level, of course.
She didn’t wait for my reply. “That doesn’t mean anything. You don’t know me.”
“Hmm, would you like to change that?”
“What do you mean?”
“You can tell me about yourself.”
“Somehow, I don’t think you want to play Twenty Questions with me.”
The statement was innocent enough, and I was sure she had meant it to be. Yet it came out sounding not so innocent.
Mila must have heard it too, because she tried to go back on her words.
“I mean, like, the game sounds juvenile, and you, you know, you’re… not.”
I laughed. Fuck, but she was amusing.
“What sort of games do you think I want to play?”
Her tone was less amused when she said, “Maverick.”
“You started this, little monster.”
In fact, I wondered if she had done this on purpose. Was my little monster curious about what would happen if she was shared between two men? When she was pleasured? Cherished ?
I looked straight at the road ahead, shaking away the word. I had no business thinking that. But perhaps for one night, we could assume different identities.
So she wasn’t Daniel Hayes’ daughter, the man who fucking destroyed my childhood and empire, and I wasn’t the head of the Irish mob, filled with responsibilities not just to my men, but to my younger brothers as well.
For tonight, we could just be two people who felt an insane amount of attraction to each other.
“I don’t think you like to play,” she said, her voice challenging.
I grinned. Sweet girls like her shouldn’t be playing games with monsters like me. She might just get burned.
“You don’t think so, huh?”
She offered a careless one-shoulder shrug. “Nope. You probably just watch with that intense expression on your face. You probably just let your brothers do all the hard work. You wouldn’t know what to do by yourself.”
I couldn’t help myself. I laughed. “Are you goading me, little girl?”
“I’m not a little girl,” she argued.
Without saying a word, I pulled the car to the side of the road. The streetlight nearby cast an orange glow into the interior of the vehicle, allowing me to see her perfectly. I let my eyes take their fill of the girl who was just so… fucking perfect. From the long, dark-blonde hair that looked soft to the touch to her heart-shaped face, pouty lips, curves in all the right places, and mile-long legs that made me wonder how it would feel to have them wrapped around me.
Fuck, I could see why Silas was so obsessed.
What a dangerous thing this girl had turned out to be.
She looked around nervously. “What, uh, what are you doing?”
“Don’t look like that,” I whispered, unbuckling my belt. She jumped at the noise, but stayed where she was, equal parts fascination and wariness dancing in her dark irises. “Weren’t you goading me to see what I would do?”
“I—” Her voice cut off, and her gaze shifted to the side. She could lie, but that was all it would be. And she knew I would hear it. Perhaps she wanted to see how far I could take this. The answer—further than she could handle.
“What are you going to do?” There was a breathless quality to her voice that nearly had me coming undone. Fuck me, but what was this girl doing to me?
I reached over and cupped her cheek, rubbing my thumb over the pillowy feel of her lips. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out, her eyes darkened further with her desires.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked instead of answering her. I used my other hand and unbuckled her belt. She squirmed in her seat, helping me pull the belt away until she was free.
“People can see.”
“The windows are tinted. People can’t see shit and you know it.”
“I’m with Silas.”
“Silas likes to share. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if this was what he’d planned all along.”
She shot me a confused look. I wasn’t going to go into details.
“It’s… wrong,” she said, the last word a soft whisper.
“Are you trying to convince me or yourself, sweetheart?”
She didn’t answer me. I pressed my thumb a little harder against her lip, and her breath caught.
“What are we doing?” she asked.
I smiled. She had said “we,” knowing that whatever happened next, she was more than a compliant woman—she was a willing participant in our new game. And how well she would play it.
Hard to say who would come out the winner.
This would be one game I wouldn’t mind losing.
I smiled a little at the thought.
“What?” she asked.
“Nothing,” I answered, moving my hand away from her face and behind her, grabbing her hair and wrapping it around my fist.
“Maverick,” she breathed, making my name sound a hell of a lot like a prayer. “What are you doing?”
“Showing you, little monster. I do more than just watch. So much more.”
Her breath caught. I leaned down closer to her until our lips were just a centimeter apart and we were sharing the same breath. I hesitated, not wanting to close the remaining gap between us. Once I did so, she would belong to my brothers and me. Only my brothers and me, and no one else.
And how possessive I would be, taking over her heart, body, and soul. There would be no reprieve for her. She’d sealed her fate.
“What are you waiting for?” she challenged.
That was my girl.
“Nothing.”
And with that, I closed the gap between us and took her lips with mine in a fierce kiss.
Her body went limp, and she moved into me, almost sagging against my body, and sighed into my mouth.
Fuck. Me.
I pulled on her hair, tilting her head back and taking more of her into me.
Her mouth opened in a silent gasp, and I took full advantage, plunging my tongue deep inside, conquering her in the only way I knew how. And as if to prove to me just how perfect she was for this monster, she let me. Her tongue yielded to me and drove me crazy.
I growled low and kissed her harder, my grip tightening on her hair.
She whimpered against me, and the vibration nearly pushed me over the edge. Never had another woman made me feel so out of control over something as simple as a kiss.
I pulled back. Her chest pushed in and out harshly, and she brought up one hand to her swollen lips, almost as if she couldn't believe that happened.
I let go of her hair and moved my hands down her lithe body, stopping at the hem of her plain work shirt. I looked up and searched her face, and when she made no move to stop me, I pulled it up and off her.
I nearly laughed when I noticed the pink lacy bra with the small daisies sewn into the cups. It was the same bra Silas had been trying to find the matching panties to when we first rummaged through her motel room.
I wondered if she was wearing the matching panties. The thought took away all my amusement, instead driving me crazy. I needed to find out.
But first?—
Reaching my hand up, I let my fingers trace along the edge of the cups. She wiggled in her seat and watched, but didn’t stop me.
“You’re fucking exquisite,” I breathed. And how true that was.
She giggled. “I don’t think I've ever been called exquisite before.”
I smiled mildly. My fingers pushed inside the bra cup, letting the pads of my fingers take in the softness of the mound of her tits.
Hell.
She stopped giggling.
“Does this feel good?” I asked, bringing my touch close to her nipple, but not quite.
She nodded. “So good, Maverick.”
“Yeah?” I pulled my fingers out, grabbed the underwire of her bra between the cups, and pulled down, baring her pretty little nipples to my gaze. Her hands balled into tight fists on her lap, but she did nothing to stop me when I drew around one of her erect nipples with my index finger.
“Maverick.”
“Do you know what it does to me when you say my name?” I asked, clamping down on her nipple tightly with my fingers, tugging on it.
Her face twisted in pain, and she grabbed onto my wrist.
“Do you not like it?” she asked.
I pulled on her nipple a little tighter. “I fucking love it.”
“Then why are you hurting me?”
“Am I hurting you? Do you want me to let go?”
She opened her mouth, but no words came out. I smiled viciously at her. My girl liked the pain.
Keeping my fingers around her nipple, I leaned down and took the other one in my mouth, sucking on it.
Her back arched, and she moaned loudly enough to shake the entire car.
How fucking beautiful. Like a symphony in my ear. I sucked more of her into my mouth before letting go and licking over her nipple with my tongue.
“Maverick. God.”
“That’s right,” I said, letting her go slightly. I looked at the abused nipple, the redness that surrounded the skin. She brought her hand up to rub the soreness. I moved her hand away and licked my lips. “In this car, I am your god.”
She rolled her eyes at that.
Naughty girl.
I slapped her nipple. She yelped in surprise as she scooted back, hitting the car door. She stared at me with big eyes, as if she didn’t know how to react to this.
I grabbed the underwire and pulled the bra away from her. “Be my good girl, and I’ll reward you. But if you’re naughty, I just might have to punish you.” I pulled a little harder until the flimsy fabric gave way, torn from her body. Hell, I didn’t know which I hoped would be the case. For her to be my good girl, or my naughty little whore.
She gasped. “Hey. I liked that bra.”
I moved my fingers to the button of her jeans, undoing it and sliding down the zipper. A hint of black peeked through. She exhaled a sharp hiss of air.
“I’ll buy you a million more,” I commented absently, a little disappointed when I realized she wasn’t wearing the matching panties. I hooked my fingers on the waistband and yanked down. Slowly, she pushed her ass up and let me take the jeans off her, leaving her in nothing but a black fucking thong.
The small triangle barely covered anything.
“Fuck,” I muttered. She smiled a little, her eyes shy and animated.
Her skin was a golden cream color. She was on the thin size of average, but that didn’t detract from her beauty. And the way her chest pushed in and out, drawing my attention to those glorious tits… Yeah, there was nothing that could take away her appeal.
What an appealing girl Mila turned out to be. And when she turned those big eyes my way, the light reflected in the flecks of her eyes…
Innocent and seductress wrapped up in such a pretty package.
“Lean back against the door,” I said to her. She hesitated for a fraction of a second before doing as I asked. “Good girl.”
I shifted over to her. I didn’t drive trucks often—or at all—but fuck, I loved the bench seat design. It was going to make this so fucking easy. I grabbed her legs and drew them toward me until she was nearly lying on her back. Shoving one leg off the seat, I took in the small triangle of cotton covering her from me. I shot it a disgusted look before pulling it down her legs. I shoved the scrappy fabric into the pocket of my pants. She watched me for a beat until I turned to her. Then she quickly turned her gaze away.
She focused on the window, her teeth coming back to her bottom lip. If she kept gnawing at that, she would bleed soon. I gently pulled the abused flesh from her lips and waited for her to look at me.
“You’re not getting shy on me, are you?”
“Me? Shy?” She scoffed. “I’m not shy.”
I bit back the smile threatening to show. The light might not be the brightest here, but I was certain the little brat was blushing. How fucking adorable.
I shook my head at the thought. Since when did I think anyone was adorable?
I let my eyes wander down her body. Soon, I would learn all there was to know about her body. I would count the exact number of freckles she had, scars… everything.
I cupped her tits in my hands and slowly massaged the supple flesh. She let out a low moan, moving more into my touch, as if she couldn’t get enough. Fucking hell. I played with her nipple, twirling it around my fingers before plucking at it.
A soft mewl sound came out, reminding me of a little kitten.
“Does that feel good, little monster?” I asked.
She nodded. I pinched her nipple. Her yowl was small but pained.
“Tell me how good.”
“So good, Maverick.”
“Do you like it when I hurt you?” I asked, already knowing the answer. Her legs were rubbing together, as if trying to find that delicious friction only I could provide.
She nodded, moving her hand down and shackling my wrist, but she didn’t pull me away. She held it there. Her eyes glinted, and I swore it was like looking into another world. One I hadn’t been privy to or wanted in the first place. Nevertheless, I fucking wanted to steal it for my own.
I played on her nipple even more, until the flesh was protruding out, and the skin that surrounded it turned a faint shade of red, barely visible underneath the orange light.
“Are you wet for me?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Show me.”
She blinked, her face showing her confusion. I leaned down and kissed her once more, not letting go of her nipple. She removed her hand from my wrist and wrapped her arms around my neck, holding me close, as if she was afraid I might disappear. She should know there was no force on earth strong enough to drag me away from her.
“Show me, little monster,” I whispered against her lips.
She whimpered, finally understanding what I meant. I leaned back slightly and watched as she moved her hand down her body slowly, seductively.
I tightened my grip on her nipple. She shot me a pained smile. As innocent as she appeared, she fucking knew what she was doing to me.
We groaned at the same time when she cupped herself.
“Gather up your juices,” I gritted out. Her fingers teasingly moved over her drenched pussy lips, gathering them like I asked her to.
“Offer them to me,” I said, twisting the hardened bud with every word.
She hesitated before holding her hand up. I wrapped my mouth around her fingers and her flavor instantly exploded on my tongue. Fuck, but she tasted so good. She watched me with dark eyes, her lips falling open every time I sucked.
“I want to taste you,” I said when I let go of her fingers. “I want to eat you out until you beg me to stop.”
Her breath caught at my words, and it didn’t look like she was going to say anything to that, but like the first moment I’d laid eyes on her, and every moment since, she surprised me.
“Why don’t you?” The dare in her voice was hard to miss.
I smiled a little. Silly girl. She wasn’t in charge, and she would learn that soon enough. “Not yet. Not here. Come back to the hotel with me.”
Her breath caught. I waited for her answer, sure of what she wanted. But what she wanted didn’t exactly align with what she was taught growing up, and with what society deemed acceptable.
I leaned down and kissed her neck.
“Maverick. I can’t… think… you’re…”
I smiled and brought the skin into my lips, determined she would bear my marks all over her body once this night was finished. I could already see the faintest hints of marks over her body, no doubt from Silas. If I had it my way, she would always wear our marks on her skin.
“What do you say?” I asked, my voice a low growl.
“Okay,” she sighed.
I rewarded her answer by biting her.
She tried to push me off, but I kept my lips on her, moving my hand down and cupping her between her legs.
I squeezed her, loving the way her arousal coated the inside of my palm.
“I’ll take you back, sweetheart. But first, you’re going to come for me. And you’re going to come hard.”
Without warning, I drove two fingers inside her, fucking her hard.
Her screams of pleasure filled the car as I kept up the pace, never letting her go, my need to feel her convulsing around my fingers overriding anything rational or reasonable.
“Maverick!”
“That’s right, baby girl. You like this, don’t you? You like it when I fuck you with my fingers. Look at your pretty little cunt. Crying for more. Crying for me.”
A sob escaped her lips and she lifted her hips, either trying to relieve some of the pressure or asking for more, I wasn’t sure. Perhaps both.
The palm of my hand slapped against her sensitive flesh every time I pushed in, and the squelching noise her pussy made from wetness grew until I knew she was close.
“Fucking come,” I commanded, and like the good girl that she was, she came apart. Wetness gushed out of her and into my palm, causing my dick to twitch.
I withdrew from her and played with her clit.
She made a protesting noise, trying to close her legs, but I stopped her with one hand on her thigh.
“Maverick,” she cried.
“That’s it, little monster. Fuck me, but look at you. Just lie there and let me take care of you.”
Another whimper, and she relaxed her leg muscles, keeping them open for me.
Hell, but I was going to remember this image of her for years to come. I pulled away when she finally came back, her eyes closed, her chest pushing in and out from her harsh breathing, as sweat made her hair cling to her forehead.
How beautiful.
When she finally opened those light-colored eyes of hers, it was as if a piece of me had gone missing. I rubbed my chest, not sure what to do with the feeling. I avoided her gaze and searched around the truck for her clothes.
“Put your clothes on,” I said, trying to keep the gruffness from my voice. “We’re driving back to the hotel.”
“And then?” she asked, sitting up and clutching the shirt to her chest. As if that would really protect her from me.
“And then, I’m going to make good on my promise and taste you properly.”