Chapter Twenty-Four
Raven.
Elena laughs at the sweater I got Jonas because he refused to take it off for breakfast until tears are streaming down her face, and her laugh turns into a gasping cackle.
“ That is the most… adorable thing… I have ever seen!” she says between gasps, trying to catch her breath.
“Oh, I can’t wait to show your father when he calls later if you’re not too busy skiing.
” She eyes my choker and says, “Oh, that’s an interesting piece. ”
All I can do is thank her while feeling my cheeks heat as Maverick takes a sip of his coffee and smirks my way while Damon grins.
Jonas says nothing, simply grinning and touching the pictures, on his sweatshirt. “This is from a few weeks ago. And look, Mom, are you looking?”
“Yes, darling.” She winks at me.
“Okay, this one’s from after my game. We annihilated Harvard. Raven was wearing different boots, but you can’t see them in the picture. And this one…” he keeps telling her about all of the pictures we’ve taken until the food is served.
Soon, we’re in the living area and Jonas and I are helping her pass out gifts.
It’s a large pile that wasn’t there last night and soon I have a lavender cashmere scarf, new combat boots with faux-fur lining, and grip for the snow (which I adore) and she gifts me “a day” at the indie author book shop outside of RMU – an entire day the book shop will only be open to me for me to browse and hang out with a friend, (or three) along with as many books as I want.
I squeal, hugging her to me and give her a big kiss on the cheek. Best Christmas ever!
Elena gifts Jonas an expensive thermos for him to take to practice, along with a few other things he’s been too lazy or too busy with me to grab for himself, to which he’s grateful for.
We gift her a golden locket with a picture of her grandsons inside which makes her cry. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a locket,” she says with a trembling voice. She hugs us both but keeps her hand in mine. Just holding it and it makes me want to cry.
Damon and Maverick are given scarves that match mine, Rolex watches, and a twenty-thousand-dollar shopping spree at Tom Ford. Maverick almost chokes on his coffee when he reads the certificate. “Thank you,” he sputters. “All I got you was a damn perfume.”
“Oh!” Elena’s eyes sparkle. “Which one?”
Grumbling, Maverick pulls out the small gift box and hands it over, to which she opens and smiles broadly.
“Oh, Maverick, darling. This is the one from their collection I’m missing!
” She says happily, spraying the thousand-dollar Creed Wind Flowers perfume onto her wrists.
“I’m so glad I didn’t spray any on before so the notes wouldn’t clash!
And to think, I was going to stop by their London store in the morning.
You've saved me a trip. Now I can spend more time with my grandchildren instead.”
“You’re leaving?” Jonas asks.
“Yes, dear, your sister had last-minute cancelations and asked me to come this morning, but the jet won’t be ready until this evening.
The pilots, thank God they don’t have families yet and paid handsomely, are too hungover this morning to fly.
Unless you’d like to come with? All of you, obviously.
Lord knows there’s enough room in your sister’s manor for us to mill about.
If not, you’re more than welcome to stay here. ”
“We came to ski,” Jonas says, with a look on his face that tells me we absolutely will not be skiing in the foreseeable future, and all she does is chuckle knowingly my way.
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We do end up skiing, much to my dismay. For hours .
We come back just before Elena leaves to have dinner with her and wish her a bon voyage.
She gives me another lipstick kiss, and when Jonas tries to wipe it off I smack his hand away.
I hug her one last time as she gets into the Rolls Royce and we head inside the lodge as it drives away.
I close the door, not letting the tears fall because I miss her already, then turn and let my spine hit the large oak door. I look up and Jonas already has his sweatshirt off, and the look on his face is nothing but determination.
“Turn around, hands on the door, don’t fucking move, baby.”
Oh fuck.
I barely have time to whip around before my leggings are at my knees, he’s pushing between my shoulder blades to shove me, and I brace myself against the door.
He spreads my ass and his warm wet velvety tongue dips into my core, groaning as soon as he tastes me. “Fuck, I’ve needed to do this all day.”
I moan out his name, along with broken curse words when he licks out of my sex, stands up, and plunges into me from behind. He covers my mouth with his hand.
“Shh baby, just us. Just need to use you. I’m so close already. I’ve been such a good boy today and I need to – fuck, oh god, it’s so good, Raven baby. I need to leave my cum inside of you. You’re gonna take it, right?”
I nod, cross-eyed at the feeling of being so full.
“My balls feel so fucking heavy every time I look at you. So pretty.” He releases his hold on my mouth. “You gotta say it, baby. Otherwise, I can’t come.”
Fuck that melts me. “I love you.”
“Again,” he grunts, reaching to my front and pressing down on my stomach to pull me closer. “I can feel my dick invading your perfect body like this. All that pressure, baby. Does it feel good?”
I nod, “Perfect.” Because it is.
Every thrust of his is so frantic, so powerful, his grunts are hypnotizing, and all I do is murmur how much I love him before he shoves every hard inch of himself inside me, throbbing with his release.
He rests his forehead on my shoulder, moving my hair to the side to plant a kiss on my neck.
When I think he’s going to let up, he tightens his embrace around my middle.
“I used to think I loved her…” I tense at him bringing up Paris, “but I don’t think I really knew that love could feel like this.
Fucking divine and crazy and every emotion ever named.
I want to fuck you, maim you, tear you apart…
just to put you back together and then make you laugh when you don’t have the strength to smile. ”
My heart riots in my chest. The back of my eyeballs burning at his words. I tilt my head so I can get a better look at him, hazel eyes searing through me so deeply it sends jolts of electricity everywhere. I love this man. I love him so much I can’t imagine ever being without him.
“You… make… me f-feel… alive,” I reply as best I can, and it earns me a softened look and another kiss to the neck. How do random kisses in random places feel so much more intimate than when he’s balls deep in my core?
He slips out of me. "Go get in the bath, baby, rest. I’ll be up in a while. I still have to call my sister, talk to my nephews, and then call my dad. Also, I was thinking we could do New Year’s here. Watch the ball drop on TV? I don’t want to go back home yet, and I know the guys don’t either.”
“O..kay.” I breathe out, remembering what Stephen said about seeing him on the third of January.
I want to soak up all the free, uninterrupted time I have with them.
Turning to face him, he kisses my nose before he kisses my lips softly.
Then he bends to help right my leggings into place, kissing my hip and sliding his arms around my middle when he stands to his full height, towering over me, and pulls me close just to hug me.
He lets me go with a squeeze of my ass and walks me to the landing just as his phone starts to ring. He grins. “It’s the boys. I’ll be up soon. I’m not even close to being done using you today.” He does a quick swipe with his thumb. “Hello? ”
I hear his nephews going wild on the other end and his face lights up even more.
I head up the steps, taking them one by one, listening to Jonas’ laughter fade the closer I get to the upstairs master suite.
Stepping through the doorway, removing my clothes, and letting them drop in my wake, I open the ensuite bathroom to find steam already filling the spacious bathroom.
Soft grunts fill the air, and my nipples harden into sensitive peaks. There’s nothing like the masculine groans of a man while he’s in the throes of pleasure. It’s intoxicating.
“Ugh, Raven…”
There’s nothing but a glass door separating me from Maverick now. I take in the sight of the water cascading down his muscular tatted back, facing away from me, one hand on the wall bracing himself, his other hand lost beneath the steam rising.
Ohhhh I want that.
Desire once again pools between my thighs as I slide the door open and sink to my knees before him, watching the way his hand curls over the crown of his cock, so red, so delicious, leaking so much precum it drips, and I stick out my tongue to taste.
“Oh, fuck… Siren…” he groans, and I swear my name off his tongue bounces off the walls and clings to my skin. His green eyes are so dark, and he looks so goddamn beautiful. “Just the tip, only lick the tip.”
I do as he says, swirling my tongue around the crown, moaning at the taste of my professor, enamored with the sight of him from this point of view. Water drips down the sides of his chest like little rivers to his hips as he strokes his velvet length.
“I want to spray my cum over every fucking inch of your flawless face.” He grits out.
I stick my tongue out, placing my hands on my breasts and pushing them up, pinching my nipples between my index and middle fingers, tasting him all over again. I wish Damon was here so I could ride him. I feel so empty. I want more.
Maverick’s eyes narrow into slits, head tipping back as he strokes himself faster .
“Reach one hand down and play with your sweet little pussy, Siren…”
I obey, reaching for the engorged bud, using two fingers to rub quick circles, dipping into my slit and back to my clit.
I hum. “Like this?”