Chapter 7
Tavi
I put my phone down after finishing my book and went in search of a drink.
It was well past ten at night, Van had been asleep for hours, and I’d been bored senseless.
The last few days we had been here, the mornings were filled with games and TV and in the afternoon we would spend time colouring in and talking about trucks.
I still didn’t know a damn thing about them.
Then, Maverick would come home with dinner and we’d eat together. It felt incredibly domestic and yet, it hurt because he would always leave again and I’d end up sleeping in a bed that smelled of him, like an outsider.
He should be the one sleeping in it, not me. I could bunk with Van, but he wouldn’t hear of it. Still, I missed him when he was gone.
Seeing him with Van did things to me, things that I really ought not to feel, given he would be free of us when the coast was clear. We were in need of aid, and he was providing it.
We were a job to him.
Moving into the kitchen, I couldn’t help but see something under the door of the room Van was in. Was he awake? The little shit.
I headed that way, tiredness clawing at me, and yet I was wide awake. Anxiety was a bitch. I looked over at the crack in the door, only to see Maverick laying down next to Van, my son laying on his bare chest, passed out.
Actually they both were. My heart cinched in my chest at the vision of them.
Maverick’s arm was around Van’s body, holding him close, a book open on his lap.
This was what I had always wanted. A father for Van, someone who he felt safe with, who gave him the attention he needed.
I moved over to the bed, and pulled the book from Maverick’s lap, folding it up and putting it on the bedside table.
When I brushed past him to leave, I caught sight of what the light was.
A neon green nightlight with a bike sat in the plug on the wall. It was similar to the one I’d had for him at the house but his was just a basic nightlight. My breath caught in my chest when I realised he’d done that. He’d gone out and bought him a nightlight so he could feel safe.
Emotion clogged in my chest and I held back the sob that I could feel forming.
“What time is it?” I heard him ask, his voice a deep whisper, so as not to wake Van. I turned to face him, swiping the tear threatening to fall over.
“Late, I didn’t know you came back.”
“Yeah, I…promised him a bedtime story. I did have to wake him up for it though.”
I chuckled softly, knowing just how hard it was to resist giving Van promises. Maverick lifted Van with ease and laid him back on the bed, still dead to the world.
“Have you eaten?” I asked him, busying myself as I headed toward the kitchen.
“Tavi…”
I couldn’t turn back around, my tears were already falling down my cheeks. Luckily, I had become accustomed to hiding them through doing housework.
Once I got in the kitchen, I set about making him some food when I felt his hand grip my wrist and turn me around.
His face was right there, looking down at mine, his eyes softening when he saw my tears.
Maverick backed me up against the kitchen counter, his heat wrapping around me.
I was very aware he was shirtless, his hot body pressing against mine.
“Why are you crying?” he asked, softly.
“You bought him a nightlight,” I found myself saying in an almost sob. Fresh tears fell down my cheeks. Maverick’s thumbs swept my tears away, before he tilted my head up to look at him.
“He told me he used to have one, that he missed it, and didn’t like the dark. It’s not that deep.”
“Yeah, it is,” I insisted. “You wouldn’t understand.”
“Then explain it to me. Why did it make you so upset?”
“I’m not upset,” I chuckled as I took a deep breath that ended up on a little sob in my chest. “I’m just…Hardy would make fun of him for being afraid of the dark. He never let me leave the nightlight on long, only until he fell asleep.”
Maverick growled, low and deep. Enough to startle my senses alive. “He’s a kid, being afraid of the dark is fucking normal. That kid can have that nightlight on as long as he fucking wants, okay.”
There I go again, my tears falling freely down my cheeks. Maverick swept them away again.
“Stop crying,” he said. “You’re safe here. You and Van will never have to do anything you don’t want to do. Never have to be afraid again. I’ll make sure of it, Tavi, I promise.”
I already felt so safe with him. How did I tell him that?
His eyes dropped to my lips, and I felt the heat rise between us. My thighs trembled with need. I licked my lips, forcing him to look up at me. His eyes were deep, dark and stormy.
“Your lips are healed,” he said, his voice full of husk, which only sent signals to my pussy to throb.
“Yes,” I managed to get out. His hands gripped my jaw tighter, his thumbs smoothing over my lips, like he was contemplating what his next move should be.
“I should go,” he grumbled, his eyes travelling back to my lips, a furrow forming between his eyebrows.
My heart was racing. I needed him in a way I hadn’t needed anyone before. Old flames ignited under my skin, setting my entire body on fire.
“Maybe you should stay?” I asked.
He was breathing heavy, matching my own heavy breaths, before I felt his lips slap down on mine hard.
I groaned into the kiss, wrapping my arms around him, holding him tight.
He lifted me with ease, sitting me on the counter where I could easily wrap my legs around his waist, pulling his hard cock up against my core and moaning into his mouth.
Maverick pulled away from me, resting his head against mine, both of us panting. “Are you sure?”
His question rattled around in my brain, and I felt myself warm from the inside out. “Fuck yes.”
Maverick
I kissed her again, feeling her moan reverberate around my tongue only fuelling me further. There was no way I could say no to this woman.
This was our second chance.
I’d almost had her all those years ago, and the club got in the way of that.
I didn’t hate them for it, but I had to believe the universe put her in my path again for a reason.
She needed me. She’d come to me for help because she knew I would keep her safe and that did something to me. Something fucking animalistic.
I lifted her up into my arms and carried her out of the kitchen and toward my bedroom. My phone buzzed in my pocket.
Fuck.
I’d been ignoring it a lot because of her and Van lately, I really shouldn’t do it again. Prez was already pissed off with me. If he weren’t so obsessed with his new woman, I was sure I would have been raked over the coals by now.
I shifted her down to her feet and pulled my phone out to glance down at the message from Prez. He was calling church.
Fuck.
“You have to go,” she said, her voice soft and sad. I hated that I made her that way. There was no way I wanted to go, but I had to. This was precisely why I didn’t want a relationship or a family, they’d only end up hurt by it. The club had to come first.
“Tavi.”
“It’s okay,” she said, forcing a fake smile onto her face to appease me which tore at my insides. “Club has to come first. I remember.”
The club took her away from me last time too. It was because of that run I took that she went to go find Hardy and got pregnant, sealing her into this marriage she never wanted to be a part of.
I smoothed my thumb down over her lips, remembering how they tasted on mine. How she moaned like I was a god she’d only ever want to pray to for the rest of her life.
There was nothing about her I didn’t want.
This was my do-over with her.
“Fuck it,” I growled out, grabbing her by the back of the head and pulling her back to me. I kissed her long and hard, walking her backward to the bed. She fell back onto it, and I pulled at the skirt she had on, loosening it and yanking it down her legs.
She had on a pink g-string, and from here, I could see it was already wet. Could she be any more perfect for me?
Bending, I slid her panties down her legs, before I knelt inside of them. Tavi groaned as I kissed up the insides of her thighs, digging my fingertips into her flesh to hold her where I needed her.
I couldn’t wait any longer, I licked a path up her wet lips, relishing the first taste of her on my tongue. Tavi moaned deep, her hips bucking as I found her clit with my tongue. Holding her hips in place, I moved her thighs over my shoulders and feasted on this perfect specimen of a woman.
Tavi’s fingers wove through my hair, pushing me down into her.
Yes, fucking use my mouth. I moved my lips down, pushing my tongue into her core, before moving back up, and flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue.
She tasted divine, so damn good I could barely hold back my own groan.
My cock was so hard I thought it may rip through my jeans at this point, but this wasn’t about me.
It couldn’t be. I needed her to feel good, to know what it was like to be cherished, because damn she deserved that, and so much more.
Holding her hips down with one arm I moved the other down under her thigh and found her entrance with my fingers. Slowly, I pushed one finger into her. She bucked off the bed, her hands digging into my hair further, yanking my hair out of its hair tie.
I slid another finger into her, loving how her pussy gripped onto my fingers, squeezing the life out of them. Flicking her clit with my tongue more, I could feel the tremble of her body under my arm, the way her pussy gripped my fingers, and the flutters around my fingertips.
She was close.
“Come for me, baby,” I groaned against her clit, sucking the bud into my mouth just as I heard her soft cries of release, her hips moving erratically before I felt her squeeze my fingers to the point I could barely move them.
I took her through her orgasm, keeping the pace until I felt her body start to shudder from the come down.
Her breathing was heavy, her panting intense, and I couldn’t stop.
She tried to pull away, but I had a firm hand on her.
“Give me one more, I need it.”
“I want you.”
“Soon,” I promised her, before I went back to feast on her. I could do this to the end of time and still never have enough. Tavi made no protest as I teased her until her next crest. Oh yeah, give me all your O’s baby. I’ll happily eat her out until the rapture, and then maybe longer.