Chapter 25
Chapter twenty-five
I wake to the sound of Maverick closing his door to the truck, then watch through sleepy eyes as he comes to my side and opens the door.
He undoes my seat belt, then effortlessly pulls me off the seat and into his arms. With steady steps, he carries me up onto the porch and with one hand, uses my keys to unlock the door.
Once inside he kicks off his boots then carries me down to my bedroom where he softly places me on the bed, then disappears into the bathroom and I hear the sound of the bathtub filling.
He returns and makes it to the edge of the bed in a few strides.
“How does a bath sound?” He asks.
“Sounds incredible.”
He gets down on one knee to grab my ankles, one by one and removes my shoes, then pulls me to a stand to help me undress.
My limbs feel like jello and I’m pretty sure I’m still in a state of euphoria.
Images flash in my mind of his lips crashing into mine, his punishing grip on my thighs, and his long, thick cock sliding into me.
My pussy is still sore from him fucking me so ruthlessly, and I’m pretty sure I have a small bruise on my lower back from the way he had me on the pool table. But the pain is delicious.
He slips his arm around my waist and guides me into the bathroom, where he holds my hand to help me step into the large bathtub.
The water is the perfect temperature and I slowly sit down, hissing when the water reaches between my legs.
When I’m fully seated, Maverick begins to undress himself, and I shamelessly watch as he lowers his jeans.
He hooks his thumbs into his boxers to push them down, and his semi-hard dick springs free and my eyes widen.
He’s long and thick–but not so thick I couldn’t get my hand around him–and veiny.
No wonder I’m still sore.
My eyes trail up his body to take in the details of his tattoos.
He is covered. Intricate patterns start at the tops of his knees and wrap like vines around his legs.
They continue up to his torso, shoulders, and arms down to his knuckles.
He turns to place something on the counter and his back is covered in a beautiful heaven and hell scene, where people are trying to climb out of a pit of fire, and demons drag them back down into perdition.
I have never seen anything like it. He turns back around and smirks.
“Caught gawking again, Raven. Careful, I might start thinking you like me or something.” A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest.
Slightly embarrassed I was caught ogling his magnificent naked form, I clear my throat.
“Like you?” I tease. “That’s a bit of a strong word, don't you think?” A devilish grin pulls at his lips and he leans down and brushes his nose against mine.
“And yet, I’m standing naked in your bathroom after fucking that divine pussy.” The depth of his voice sends electric shocks throughout my body, and I choke on what to say next. His eyes meet mine and he smiles before climbing in the tub behind me.
The scent of eucalyptus lingers in the air and the warmth of the bath water envelops us.
I close my eyes and roll my neck when warm fingertips gently caress the back of my neck and large, thick fingers then weave through my hair and give it a rough tug back.
Leaning back into his broad chest, I let out a contented sigh.
With his hand massaging through my hair, Maverick speaks.
“So, what do you know about Alex?”
“Nothing. He had been to the bar a few times before tonight. One night, he was piss drunk and started hitting on me. But the problem was he wouldn’t stop.
I warned him to cool it or he’d have to leave.
He got angry and started getting handsy, so I tossed him.
I thought that was it, but when I left that night he was waiting on the side of the building; when he saw me, he rushed me.
I was able to fight him off and he hadn’t been back until tonight.
” I explain, feeling his body stiffen behind me and his hand stops rubbing circles on my scalp.
“Fucker’s lucky I didn’t just kill him.” Maverick says softly. I tip my head up to look into his eyes and see they’re full of rage.
“That would have been a bit drastic, don’t you think?
” I question. “I mean I’m not a fan of being groped or hit on at all, but killing him?
” I’m not bothered by what I witnessed him and Cole do to Alex tonight.
In fact, I’m surprised that was all he got.
I could see the fury rolling off of Maverick in waves–he was restraining himself.
He sits up straighter in the tub and turns me to face him, water splashes over the side with the movement.
“It’s not drastic at all. No one touches you.
No one makes you feel uncomfortable and gets away with it.
You are mine.” He growls the last word and tugs me closer to him.
“I protect what’s mine.” I search his face, looking for any hint of deception, but I again find none.
He brushes my damp hair out of my face and then wraps a hand around my throat.
A move that should make me flinch, but I melt into it every time.
I feel the heat spread throughout my core as his eyes bore into mine.
My cheeks begin to flame and I try to break eye contact but that only causes Maverick’s grip to tighten around my throat.
When he’s looking at me in this way, it feels like he really sees me.
Not just the shallow parts of myself that most people see, but all of me.
And that thought scares the shit out of me.
I hold his gaze with determination even though my stomach is in knots.
What if he sees the parts I’ve meticulously kept buried? The part of me that took a life–that’s lying about who I really am.
My thoughts are interrupted when he leans forward and presses a featherlight kiss to my lips that makes me dizzy. Then, he grabs my body wash and squeezes some into his other palm.
“Let’s get cleaned up and into bed.” He says.
Turning around to face away from him, he begins at my shoulders, then works his hands down my arms. He comes back up and slides his hands down my front to my breasts–massaging them as he washes me.
My soft moan echoes throughout the bathroom and he continues down to my stomach, washing every inch of my skin.
I close my eyes then lean my head back onto his shoulder and he snickers.
His tattooed hands dip under the water and push my thighs apart.
He grips the insides of them tightly and my back arches off of his chest slightly.
“I love how responsive you are to my touch.” He whispers in my ear.
His fingers creep to the apex of my thighs and my body jerks, still sensitive from earlier.
He brushes my clit and I let out a whimper.
He begins to rub lazy circles around it and my body jerks forward.
He wraps an arm up over my left shoulder diagonally across my torso, slamming me back into him.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He chuckles darkly in my ear, then pulls my lobe between his teeth. He applies a bit more pressure on my clit and begins rubbing faster.
“Please.” I say breathlessly. “It’s too much.” My skin lights on fire as he plunges two fingers inside of me, stretching my sore pussy. It hurts, but feels so damn good at the same time.
“You can do it. Breathe, Sweetheart.” He says and begins thrusting his fingers. I toss my head back onto his chest again and he pins me to him tighter with his arm still stretched across my torso.
“Ah!” I moan as he curls his fingers and they hit my most sensitive spot. His teeth nibble down on my ear again and he picks up the pace with his fingers. My neck arches and stars crowd my vision as the orgasm slams into me with a force I’ve never felt before.
All of a sudden he pulls his fingers out of me, releases his hold on my torso and rises to a stand.
He hurriedly gets out of the water then bends down to let it down the drain.
My body begins to shudder and he reaches over to pull me out of the tub.
When my feet are set on the floor, he grabs my towel off the hook and hastily dries me off.
“What are you doing?” I ask in a haze.
“I need you. Now.” He declares, then grabs my thighs and lifts me off of the floor.
My legs wrap around his waist and he carries me into the bedroom.
We reach the bed and he tosses me onto the mattress.
Through hooded eyes, I look up to see his beautiful green ones blazing with desire.
Heat pools at my center and I squirm under his watchful gaze.
He bites his lower lip and prowls toward me.
The way he looks me up and down and stalks in my direction slowly over the mattress, has me feeling like I’m being hunted, like I’m caught in a trap.
I realize quickly that I don’t want to be set free.
Maverick pushes my thighs apart and positions himself at my entrance.
He wastes no time thrusting into me fully and my back bows off the bed.
I let out a moan at the feel of how my pussy stretches around his thick shaft.
He begins fucking me at a punshing speed and I explode almost immediately.
He fucks me through my orgasm, not letting up then grabs my face to direct my gaze to him.
He continues his intense pace, and I feel my pussy tighten around his dick.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Come for me again.
” He demands breathlessly and his lips slam into mine.
His tongue pushes through my lips and swirls around mine, and I meet him with equal need.
My thighs start to shake and he breaks the kiss to sit back on his heels.
He grips under my thighs and lifts my hips off of the bed.
He thrusts in again and I feel him deeper than I thought he could go, and I immediately shatter around him.
“Maverick!” I scream and my neck arches.
“Fuuuck, Sweetheart. That’s it. Say my fucking name.” He growls and starts pounding into my pussy. “Who’s are you, pretty girl? Tell me who you fucking belong to.”
“Yours! Oh fuck.” I gasp as he continues fucking me. “I’m yours.” My vision goes blurry and I feel wetness pool at my center once more.
“God damn right you are. Mine.” His body stills and his dick twitches inside me as my pussy pulses around him.
We stay that way for a few minutes, coming down from our high.
Maverick slowly lowers my hips back to the bed then gently eases himself out of me.
And just like earlier tonight, he pushes two fingers back inside me while staring at my pussy, then peppers kisses on the inside of my thighs.
My chest heaves as I try to pull air back into my lungs, and I feel my heavy eyes begin to close.
Once he’s satisfied I won’t lose any of his come, he turns my body on the bed to lay with my head on the pillow, then covers me with a blanket before disappearing from the side of the bed.
I shift to lay on my side, facing away from the bathroom door.
A moment later I feel him gather my still soaked hair in his hands, and he starts running a towel through it.
My eyes widen, surprised at the gesture, but I don’t move.
I’ve never been taken care of after sex, and even though it surprises me, I decide to revel in the fact that he’s taking care of me.
He finishes drying my hair then I hear him walk back into the bathroom to hang up the towel.
The bed dips beside me as he slides into the spot that’s remained empty since I’ve lived out here. At that moment, I decide I like the way he looks in my bed. He stifles a yawn then turns to look at me.
“Goodnight, Sweetheart.” Maverick whispers and drops a tender kiss on my forehead.
“Goodnight.” I whisper back and offer him a sleepy smile. He lays on his back then wraps his arm around me, tucking me into his side. Placing my hand on his chest right above his heart, the steady beat lulls me into a deep sleep.