Chapter 32 Maya
Maya
I take a sip of my drink. “I’m fine with what happened. He gave me a choice, he didn’t force himself on me.” This is my second drink tonight and I’m feeling kinda tipsy. I Googled how to make margaritas, and I might’ve added too much tequila.
Ethan was home when we returned from Royal Reds. I couldn’t stand the thought of him being upset about this whole situation, so I begged him to have a drink with me while Nick moves my stuff into his room.
“If you say so, Rivers. He might be family, but I won’t hesitate to kill him if he hurts you.” He takes a sip and shudders. “How much tequila did you put in here?”
“I really don’t know. I just eyeballed it. Don’t kill Nick, and please ever don’t look at me like I’m your biggest disappointment again.” My heart shattered into pieces when Ethan walked away mad.
He’s been my person from day one, and I can’t stand thinking I let him down after he’s advocated so hard for me.
“You could never be a disappointment to me. It was Nick I was pissed at. I guess it was bound to happen eventually. You two were getting to be unbearable to live with.” He downs his drink and I pour him another.
“Unbearable?” I hate to know we’ve been putting a strain on Ethan, but I can see it. I run to him with every little inconvenience and he’s already under a ton of stress from all the work he’s doing.
“Not so much you, but him. It’s been obvious from day one that he cares about you, it’s just been manifesting into more for him. In ways nobody could’ve seen coming. I just never expected him to act on it.”
“I am quite a catch ya know.” I down my drink and pour another.
“Probably the only good thing to ever come out of Whiskey Rivers. I’m glad your explosive personality led you to us.”
“Explosive personality?” I laugh. That’s one way of putting it. I pick up a pretzel stick and throw it at him. He throws a handful of cheese crackers back at me. I’ve missed this playful side of Ethan.
Nick walks out the door to join us on the deck, and Ethan and I simultaneously bust out laughing. Squeak is hanging from the curtains like a window decoration.
“I see Master Shredder’s decided to redecorate my condo some more. As if the plants she disemboweled from their pots this morning weren’t enough,” Nick says.
“I was thinking of getting a puppy, maybe they could be friends,” Ethan says, downing his second margarita and pouring another.
“I think the fuck not,” Nick snaps. Ethan and I bust out laughing again as Nick joins us at the table. “I’m glad you two think you’re funny.”
“We are,” we say simultaneously, then laugh harder.
Ethan got drunk and went to bed an hour ago. Nick and I have been snuggled up under a blanket on a lounge chair by the shore. The full moon splayed out over the water with the millions of stars shining in the clear night sky is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
The sexiest man on the planet sits behind me, cradling me in his arms. If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.
We’ve been talking about me going to apply for the job tomorrow.
I’m really nervous, but between Nick and Lucas, I’m trained well enough to handle myself for this and for any issues we might encounter.
Hopefully, it won’t take me long to get information on Madam LaBell and I’ll be done with the job. I’m afraid to ask Nick what’s going to become of us, or whatever this is when it’s finished. Maybe it’s wrong of me, but I want to keep riding this high for as long as possible.
I have to be real with myself though, there are only happy endings for girls like me in fairytales, and this is real life. He’ll probably grow tired of me eventually, and I can’t say that I blame him—I have nothing to offer.
“What are you thinking?” Nick asks.
“About what to wear tomorrow that’s attractive enough that they’ll want to hire me but hides the markings of a psychopath.”
“They don’t have high standards in that place. Trust me, they won’t care.”
“Is that why you picked me for the job?” I whisper.
“What the fuck did you just ask me?” Nick tenses, then pushes me to a sitting position, but not off his lap. “Look at me, Maya.”
A tear rolls down my face. I’ve truly pissed him off and I can’t bear to face him. “There’s no need in pretending we’re in the same league. I come from the slums, so it’s easier for me to fit in, in places like that.”
“You aren’t where you came from. Mine is who you are, and who you’ll continue to be. Don’t kid yourself, babe, I might be filthy rich, but I am a criminal. So don’t go looking at me like I’m some kind of knight in shining armor.”
“I have nothing to offer you. I couldn’t even support myself if you kicked me to the curb.” I pick at a hangnail on my finger, making it bleed.
“Your therapist has been doting on your progress. Remind me to call tomorrow and fire her,” he snaps.
It’s not her fault. “I have been talking with her about my problems in the past, not my current ones.” I don’t talk to her about Nick. I’m scared to even admit to myself how I feel about him.
“I don’t want to be your problem, cupcake.” He pulls my face close to his, wiping each tear away and replacing them with a kiss. “I want to be your solution.”
I could die right now as the happiest person in the world.
Our lips meet and he parts mine with his tongue, slowly and gently caressing mine. His fingers trace through my hair and caress my scalp. I shift slightly where I am straddling him, so I can kiss him easier. He’s rock solid beneath me.
He pulls back slightly. “Did Dr. Bennett start you on birth control or just give you the Plan B?”
“Birth control. Why?” I know he’s going to say so we don’t have to use condoms, but I want to hear him say it.
“I’m going to fuck some sense into you. As many times as it takes, for as long as it takes. Until you get it through your pretty little head that you’re mine because I want you to be.” He runs his hand up my thigh.
That’s not the answer I was expecting. I couldn’t hide my shit eating grin if I tried. “And when I do?” My heart rate accelerates with excitement.
It’s his turn to grin, “I’m going to keep fucking you so you don’t forget it.” His fingers dig into my hips, thrusting his hips up to meet mine.
“I’m ready to take you up on that offer.” I stand but he pulls me back down.
“We got the first time out of the way, everywhere else is fair game now. I’m going to fuck you until you see stars, under the stars.” He reaches up and runs a hand under my shirt, fondling my breasts.
He has a way with words. My panties are absolutely drenched.
“What’s the hurry, Mr. Ryker?” I tease, taking my shirt off and letting his eyes rake down my chest.
I slide down his legs, pulling his boxers back, letting his massive cock spring free. I grip it in my hand, running it up his length, squeezing a little bit of pre-cum from the tip. Slowly I lean over, and flick my tongue across his slit, making a moaning noise like I’m savoring him.
I flash a grin at him, then slide my lips down over his thick head, stretching my jaw to accommodate his size. I take him as deep in my throat as I can and go to town, stroking and sucking like I never have before.
“Jesus fuck, cupcake. You’re the real star here.” He stares down at me. “You better slow down, I’m going to come.”
I don’t want to stop. I breathe through my nose, letting him slide further down. His fingers grip tight on the back of my head, his hips meeting my thrusts. I wanted—needed this. To have him under my control for once. I want to savor every last salty drop of him.
He tightens his grip. “Last chance.”
Moving my hand in unison, I suck harder, thrusting my tongue up and down as I go.
“Aw fuck, Maya.” He stiffens as hot spurts of cum hit the back of my throat. I don’t slack up, even though I know he’s sensitive.
“Get up here now.” He has to force me off of him.
“That was delicious,” I say with a grin while licking my lips.
“I better be the only one you ever fucking do that to again.”
Unsure of what to say, I let out a nervous laugh.
He pulls my head in to meet his. “I’m not sure what’s so fucking funny. You better get it through your pretty little head that you are mine, and only mine.” He kisses me savagely, sucking and biting on my lips, neck, and chest. “My turn.”
He jumps up and plants me face down in the sand, his hands grip my hips, and he pulls me onto my hands and knees, and rips my shorts down. “Face down, ass up, cupcake.” He licks me from behind, his tongue assaulting my clit and center in the best way.
My heart rate spikes, I claw at the sand as my orgasm quickly builds, desperate from something to hang on to, but it’s no use. I climb higher and higher, and just as I am about to tip over the edge, he pulls back. “What? No!” I moan.
“Whose pussy is this?” he snaps. I don’t answer at first, so he delivers a sharp slap straight to my center. “Answer me.” He slaps again. I actually like this.
“Yours,” I moan and he buries his face back into me. The hand gripping my hip slides across my back side until he reaches my crack. I stiffen. I’ve never done any back door play.
“Relax,” he quickly commands. His thumbs slips down, gathering some of my wetness and bringing it up to my ass. He rubs tight circles, slowly applying pressure before pushing it in. The foreign feeling is awkward at first but quickly turns to pleasure as he slides in and out.
This is too much. I stretch out with nothing to cling on to as I come apart.
Over and over the spasms wrack through my body.
Before they slow down, he’s behind me stroking his cock at my entrance.
I push back on him, he grabs my hips and slams into me without working me up.
Pain, along with my orgasm, shoot through me.
“Goddammit, Maya. I’m never going to get enough of this, of you. What the fuck have you done to me.” Furiously he thrusts into me like I might decide to run away if he doesn’t hurry up and finish. Which isn’t the case.
I’m never going to get enough of him, even though I know this can’t last. It sure as hell is going to hurt when it falls apart, but right now, I don’t care. I move my body in sync with his, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Play with your clit,” Nick orders, thrusting in and out of me even harder.
Reaching my hand between my legs, I start rubbing slow circles, letting another orgasm build. The feeling is so intense with both sweet spots being stimulated.
“I want you to come for me, then I’m going to finish in your ass.” His finger slides back into me, stretching me out and adding another. “Relax.”
It’s hard to relax. His fingers kind of hurt back there and I know his cock is going to be worse. “Nick, I don’t think I can take you, I’ve never done that before.”
“Even more reason for me to claim your sweet ass. You can take me, baby.” His dirty words do it for me every time. I stiffen as my orgasm spirals again.
He pulls out using my release as lube as he brings it to my ass. I’m so turned on and so relaxed, I barely flinch when he starts applying pressure. His hand rubs my back. “That’s it, relax for me. It won’t hurt for long.”
I back into him; he is going to take me and I might as well be ready for it. The head slides in. My stomach tenses. It fucking hurts.
“Breathe.” He moves his hips gently back and forth, which actually hurts less than when he first slid in and was still for a second.
I take deep breaths in and out. Readying myself. After several long strokes, he finally bottoms out. “Nick, don’t be gentle.” I want it raw, hard. Just the way I’m used to, but now the pain comes with an unsurpassable amount of pleasure.
“Don’t worry, cupcake, I won’t.” He slams into me.
Shit that fucking hurts, but the more he works it in and out, it gets easier, then starts to feel good. Over and over, he slams into me until he comes, hard. In my ass. Holy shit. That really just happened.
He doesn’t pull out, even though I can feel him softening some. He leans over, placing his sweaty face on my back and cradling my midsection. “You don’t know how crazy I am for you,” he breathes.
Actually, I do. Because I feel the same.