CHAPTER 109
harley
Stop worrying. I’ve got her,” Maverick said in a hushed whisper.
We’d stayed out past Aria’s bedtime. Way past her bedtime.
It wasn’t his fault. The evening just got away from us.
Apple picking and hayrides led to the petting zoo and pony rides led to donuts and cider for dinner—I had feelings about that one.
Afterward, we ended up going for a walk on the beach, in which we carried Aria for most of it, followed by s’mores and a campfire.
The minute she was in her car seat, she passed out. Nothing and no one would wake her.
“Okay,” I replied softly.
The motion sensor nightlights flipped on as I walked ahead of them to her bedroom.
I switched on her crystal pumpkin desk light and pulled down the sheets in her bed.
Maverick was as gentle as I would be as he lay her down.
Her curls splayed across her pillow, and she rolled away from him, her little body wrapping around one of the many stuffed animals she kept in bed.
“Night, spooky queen,” he whispered and brushed a strand of hair from her face before stepping back.
He hovered in the doorway while I carefully took off her shoes and socks.
It wasn’t the first time she’d fallen asleep in a dress, and it wouldn’t be the last, so I just left it alone.
I tucked the blankets up around her cheeks like she liked, kissed the crown of her head, and double checked that her light was plugged in.
I didn’t need her waking up without it on.
Maverick stepped into the hall as I joined him, easing the door shut behind me. I drank him in as the dark shadows carved out the handsome features on his face. His dark hair fell across his forehead, unkempt and wild from a busy day outdoors. He smiled at me, and I felt it low in my core.
Taking two quick steps toward him, I took hold of his face and dragged him to me, kissing him the way I’d wanted to most of the night.
Deep and needy. Desperate and uninhibited.
His lips parted with a low groan, and my tongue swept against his.
Rough fingers fisted my shirt as he pulled my body closer to his.
I kissed him harder, my chest heaving against his, as my desire took over.
Backing him up step-by-insistent-step, I pushed him into the wall with a soft thud.
His fingers dug into my sides and held my body flush against his, and I felt the hard ridges of his cock thickening through his jeans.
My hips rolled against his as my dick ached for more of him, my breath hitching in my throat at the friction.
His thigh nudged between mine, pressing against my length.
A needy whimper escaped me. Breaking the kiss, I dragged my teeth over his lower lip.
“Fuck.” His breath ghosted hot against my mouth, that single word unraveling me further.
Hour after hour of the perfect day with him—as a potential daily—had me wound up tight.
I couldn’t help it. Hooking my fingers through his belt loops, I tugged him away from the wall with a firm yank.
He followed without resistance, his rough hands slipping under the hem of my shirt.
The scrape of his calluses over my skin sent a shiver down my spine.
We stumbled down the hall together as I led him to my room.
My heart hammered in my chest, and liquid heat pooled in my core as my dick strained harder against my jeans.
My teeth grazed over his jawline, and my mouth trailed down his neck in a series of licks and nips, savoring the taste of salt on his skin.
When I hit that spot under his ear, he let out a low moan, one that rumbled through his chest.
I dragged him through the door and quietly kicked it shut behind us. As I did, he tore his mouth from mine.
“Are you sure this is okay?” Maverick asked softly. He glanced over his shoulder, and I knew exactly what he was worried about. Aria. I couldn’t blame him. This wasn’t just new territory for him. It was for me, too, but I knew he wasn’t familiar with her sleep habits the way I was.
“The door will be locked, handsome,” I assured him as I reached around him and pushed in the button lock.
“But what if she wakes up and your door is closed?” he replied.
“I always close my door. It’s a fire safety issue,” I said. “I went to this community event at the firehouse by my house, and they discussed all the ways to make your house safer in the event of a fire.”
“That is the most Harley thing you’ve ever said.” Maverick chuckled and kissed me once.
“This is one of those things you have to get used to,” I told him seriously, leaning back as he tried to kiss me again. “I can’t ask Holly to watch her every time we want to have sex, and I can’t leave every time.”
Especially not if he moved in. Eventually.
“Okay.” His mouth caught mine in a brief kiss. “But we’re going to play the quiet game, princess.”
“I’ll try to remember that as I fuck you into the mattress,” I murmured.
I nipped his lower lip and pulled him with me toward the bed.
His eyes darkened with my words, hunger flaring, as I tugged his shirt up and over his head in one fluid motion.
Shirt. Pants. Socks. Boxers. We moved in a fluid dance as we hurried to strip.
With every article of clothing he lost, my fingers skimmed over his bare skin.
I couldn’t get enough of him—couldn’t bear the idea of not touching him for even a moment.
Skin pressed against skin, I breathed him in deep.
The earthy scent of him was intoxicating.
I pushed him backward, guiding him down onto the bed in a tangle of limbs.
The fabric of the sheet was cool against my heated skin as his mouth found mine again, slower this time.
I settled between his widening legs, my cock sliding against him.
The slick drag of our cocks pulled a muffled groan from him.
His hips bucked up hard to meet mine, precum smearing between us.
I ground down with more force and chased more of the building heat in my spine.
Every ridge of his cock rubbed against mine, sending waves of pleasure straight to my balls.
His fingers kneaded into my hips as he gripped me tighter, rocking against me.
Need clawed higher in me, and my dick throbbed as he spread his thighs wider.
Kissing turned into open-mouthed panting as we thrust against one another.
Pressure built low in my balls, and from the way his body moved against mine, I knew he felt it too.
“Fuck me, princess,” he breathed out, practically begging. Huh… I finally understood why he loved to hear me beg.
“Ask me again,” I ordered. Lifting off the bed, he bit my lower lip hard enough to make it sting.
“Fuck me now, princess, or I’m going to pin you to this mattress and fuck you into next week,” Maverick whispered.
I faltered because, damn it, I liked the sound of that. I liked the sound of that a lot.
He took my hesitation as an invitation and moved quickly, pushing him off of me long enough for his weight to settle behind me.
His hands dragged roughly over my skin, sending a fresh wave of heat rolling through me.
I pushed back against him, and my ass lifted for him in anticipation of what came next.
Sure, it wasn’t the initial plan, but I wasn’t opposed to it.
He nudged my thighs open wider. His thick cock slid across my balls, and I whimpered at the contact.
“Lube, Harley,” Maverick said, his voice thick with need. I waved in the direction of my nightstand. His hand shoved my head once into the mattress. “Don’t move. Keep that pretty ass on display for me, got it?”
I hummed my agreement and remained still as he grabbed it from the drawer.
Extra effort was needed—it was new and unopened.
It was a last-minute buy when he and I started this whole thing.
My body thrummed with anticipation, and when cool lube dripped down my crease, I sighed with relief. The sound made him chuckle.
“If I wasn’t so desperate to be buried inside you, I’d make your impatient ass wait,” he commented from behind me.
“Next time,” I muttered, the words punching out of me as he pushed two fingers inside me. He tested me, stretching and scissoring quickly. I pushed back on his hand, fucking myself to chase some kind of relief.
“I might just hold you to that,” Maverick replied, withdrawing his fingers. The crown of his cock nudged my entrance. “Rock back, princess. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
I gripped the sheets, my knuckles turning white, and rocked back slowly.
The head of his cock stretched that tight ring of muscles; the burn eased by the lube he was coated in.
Inch by inch, I sank back onto him. My body clenched around his thick shaft as every ridge of him dragged inside me.
The moan I let out was loud and uninhibited as my ass settled flush against his hips.
I turned into the sheets, biting the fabric with hopes of muffling the sound.
My dick jerked against my stomach as it leaked precum against my sheets.
Need surged through me, building as I rocked back and forth on his length.
The deep friction made my balls tighten and my breath hitch in my throat.
“Fuck, princess,” Maverick groaned. His hands smoothed over my ass and spread me open wider. He made no effort to take over. “You should see how pretty you look… fucking yourself on my cock. You take me so goddamn well.”
He held me open as I pushed back on him faster, riding him harder.
His length pegged that spot inside me with every slide backward.
Pleasure spiked in my core, and liquid heat spilled down my spine in endless waves.
My ass gripped him tight, and his balls slapped against my skin.
Unintelligible sounds fell off my lips with the growing intensity.
“Enough teasing,” he growled, his voice thick with need and edged with his own fraying control.
His hands clamped down on my hips, and he shoved me forward until I was pinned completely underneath him as he followed me down.
The position trapped my aching dick between the soft sheets and my own stomach, hugging it tight.
Maverick didn’t give me a second to adjust. His hips snapped forward, fucking into me with brutal thrusts.
I gasped, the muffled sound turning into a whine as his cock dragged over my prostate relentlessly.
Pleasure coiled hot in my core, and my breath came in shallow pants.
His teeth dragged over my earlobe, and his lips brushed under my ear.
The sound I made was feral and loud, only rivaled by the slap of his body against mine.
“Quiet, princess,” he rasped. He shifted slightly, and his hand clamped over my mouth.
His hips pistoned into me, and the friction on my trapped cock had my heart thundering in my chest. Every thrust had me racing toward the edge, my balls drawing up tight as the heat became unbearable.
When he sank his teeth into the column of my neck, I lost it.
My eyes damn near rolled back in my head at the visceral chain of reactions it sent through my body.
I came with a choked sob into his hand, my cum spilling against my stomach and catching in the sheets.
His breath was hot against my ear as he growled, “Look at you, coming untouched like a good boy for me… coming all over yourself for my cock. So fucking pretty when you lose it for me.”
His hips didn’t stop, slamming deeper into me as his sweat-slicked chest slid against my back.
The pace he set was frantic and uneven as he chased his release.
His forehead pressed to my temple, his panting loud in my ear.
My hand shot up and tangled in his hair as I held him there in need of something to cling to.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The groan he let out was low and long as his body went rigid over mine, his cock grinding as deep as he could get inside me as he came.
He rode it out in shallow rocks while his hand eased off my mouth.
His lips brushed against my neck, and he whispered against my skin, “You good?”
I nodded, sighing with content and smiling like an idiot.