Chapter 15
Maverick
“Dane…”
I felt the growl erupt from my chest at the sound of my name on her lips.
I caught them with mine, bruising, consuming.
I needed her to see what she did to me. Tavi melted against me, her body molding to mine as if it were always meant to be there.
Her edges matched mine like the perfect puzzle piece.
“You’re mine, Tavi. I want you every damn day. I can’t fucking breathe without hearing your voice, seeing your face. I need you like I need air.”
“You hurt me,” she said, her voice cracking with emotion. It broke something inside of me. Something I couldn’t name.
“I know,” I replied, leaning my head against hers, needing to touch her somehow. “I’m shit at words, Tavi. I’ll fuck up again, and again, it’s just what I do…but with you, I need to try. I need this. I need you.”
Her fists gripped my jeans, pulling me closer, her mouth on mine in the next instance, silencing me. Fuck, it felt so good to be with her.
All my insecurities were silenced. I felt…happy, in control.
At peace.
How was that even possible? How could just being in her space make me feel so content?
“Dane…”
That was it.
That was enough. I heard it in the way she said my name. She was mine.
I sealed my mouth to hers again, softer this time, showing her just how much I needed her.
Picking her up, she wrapped her legs around my waist and I carried her to the bed, laying her down gently.
Looking down at her, I couldn’t understand how someone so perfect existed.
I’d known back then, back the night I had planned to make her mine. Somehow, I had known.
There was no chance in hell I deserved her, or Van, but they were both mine now. Mine to protect, to save, to love.
Removing my belt, I removed my jeans and quickly got her undressed before I joined her on the bed, slowly moving between her legs, kissing her mouth, tenderly. Tavi’s hands rubbed over my back, her nails scratching down the muscles of my shoulders.
“Please, Dane…fuck me,” she moaned into my ear. “Fuck me like you’re about to lose me. Show me how badly you need me.”
Fuck me.
Perfection.
I knelt, looking down at her perfect body, the pink tint of her skin from her arousal, the way her pussy was swollen from my affection before, calling me to it like a beacon.
“You want me to brand you from the inside out?” I asked her, trailing my fingers down the valley between her breasts, and toward her navel. “Make you mine, over and over again, until you can’t think of anything but crying out my name?”
Her body writhed under my touch, her thighs clenching. She was trying to get friction but I wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easily. No, my woman was going to be screaming for me, before I let her coat my fingers, face and cock.
Then, I’d fuck her slow, show her just how fucking perfect she was for me. Show her what I’d do to her every fucking night, just to prove that I was in this for the long haul.
I wasn’t going fucking anywhere.
“Dane.”
I moved my hands down her thighs, pulling them out wider, before I moved one hand down over her swollen, wet lips.
Her core was sucking my fingers in deeper, and her moans were growing incessant, as she rolled her hips to move my fingers where she needed them most. Hooking the tips of my fingers up and over, I found the spot she needed me to massage.
Tavi’s hips bucked off the bed, but I held onto her hip, digging my fingers in as hard as I could.
“Fuck, Dane, yes!”
Moving my thumb up to massage her clit, Tavi exploded, her pussy gripping on my fingers as she came hard. She pulled at the pillows around her, discarding them around the bed as she moaned and came so hard, I thought she may pass out.
It wouldn’t stop me. I’d fuck her awake, show her what it was to be cherished. Loved. Wanted. Because there wasn’t a woman alive that could take me from her.
“Fuck, Dane, please!” she cried out. “Fuck me…make me yours.”
Yes, fucking ma’am!
Pulling her thighs up, I positioned my aching cock at her entrance and pushed in. Slowly at first, letting her pussy stretch for me. I was addicted to watching my girl’s reaction as I pushed into her.
Surprise, shock, lust, arousal. All of it, all mixed together.
Mine, mine, mine.
How could I have ever thought she wasn’t?
I’d known the second I had decided to take her to bed five years ago.
It was why she was tattooed on my body because I never thought Tavi was her real name, so I didn’t want to tattoo that.
I wanted her face on me, a reminder of what the club cost me. My kids were on my body too.
Another cost thanks to the club.
But I knew it was my own personal choices that took them away, not the club. That was a cop out. The club would have protected them all. They still would.
Because they meant something to me.
And the club was my family.
“Dane…”
I didn’t let her say whatever she was going to say. I couldn’t. My cock and balls were ruling the party here. I pulled all the way out and thrust in again. She cried out, her nails scoring down my arms, before I did it again, and again. She felt like fucking heaven.
Too damn good for this devil, but there was no way I could stop.
Mine, all fucking mine.
I pumped into her, my cock slamming all the way home, her hips bucking off the bed to give me a depth I hadn’t felt before.
Fuck.
“Dane…I want to ride you.”
She didn’t need to ask twice. I pulled out of her, and fell back onto the bed, watching as my fucking angel–my fucking reason for breathing–got up on her knees and straddled me.
Her hair hung around her shoulders as she leaned forward, reaching for my cock between her thighs and lining him up to her.
I’d never thought about protection between us. I trusted her, but also, I liked being raw with her. I liked knowing there was nothing between us. And if something were to happen…well, that thought didn’t scare me anymore.
Actually, it had the opposite effect, and I knew that was because of who she was.
To me.
She was…my everything. She always had been.
Tavi started riding me slow, as if she’d never done it before, but she picked it up quickly.
It was only then that I realised she hadn’t done this before.
She’d been with that shitstain husband of hers who only fucked her when he wanted to hurt her.
She’d never been with anyone she wanted to be with… except for me.
Fuck.
That hit me harder than I expected, as I helped guide her by holding her hips, to allow her to balance so she could ride me as hard as she wanted.
“Does this feel okay?” she asked, looking down at me with those beautiful brown eyes, those soul searching eyes, and biting her bottom lip.
“Okay? It feels phenomenal, baby. I want to see you riding my cock every day.”
Her smile lit up my entire world as she leaned back, and rotated her hips, my cock moving deeper into her, and almost sending me into my own release early.
Fuck this woman was going to end me.
Moving one of my hands off her hip, I slid my finger over her clit, and watched as she all but erupted, her hips bucking faster, her cries of ecstasy loud in the bedroom.
Yes, yes, yes…come all over my fucking cock, my goddess.
Her pussy clamped around me as her orgasm hit her hard. I took her through it until I felt her pussy release its death grip on my cock, and moved her onto her stomach on the bed.
“Dane, I don’t want you to stop,” she moaned, but she could barely move.
“Baby, I’m nowhere near done with you tonight,” I promised her. “I’m going to take you in every fucking position I can, find one you love, and commit to memory so I can fuck you that way every goddamn day.”
Her moan turned visceral as I grabbed her hips and pulled her ass up into the air. Nudging her legs apart, she kept her face turned sideways on the bed for now. I worked my way between her thighs and slid into her from behind.
Fuckkkkk, I was so much deeper than before.
Her pussy gripped onto my cock, like it knew I belonged there, and pulled me in deeper.
I wasn't going to last much longer but I was insatiable for her. I’d need a five minute break and I’d be all over her again, and again, until the sun came up and we faced it together.
Her, as my woman. Me, as her man.
She pushed up on her arms, straightening her back, and giving me the ability to pull her up against my chest, turning her head to the side, I kissed her.
Long, slow, passionately, until we both couldn’t breathe.
“You are so fucking perfect for me,” I growled into her mouth. “Now, get back down there and let me finish inside of you. I want to see my cum dripping down your fucking perfect legs.”
Tavi groaned as she did just that, on her hands and knees before me, I fucked into her perfect body, the sound of our wet sex almost at a level bordering on nonsensical.
My balls were pulling up, and I pounded into my woman a few more times, before I came hard.
My vision blurred for a minute, and all I saw were stars–making me wonder when I had last had a glass of water–before I fell onto the bed beside her.
We couldn’t speak. Could do nothing but try to get our breath back, but the proximity of her was enough.
“I need to clean up,” she said, turning onto her back. “I can feel you coming out of me as I speak.”
I got up, turning to my side, and looking down at her. My hand travelled down to her pussy, sweeping up my cum and pushing it back inside of her. Tavi groaned, her back arching off the bed with the motion.
“Dane…”
“I like being inside of you,” I said. “In fact, this doesn’t feel like you’re full yet. Maybe you need more.”
I could already feel how hard I was getting from just pushing my cum back into her. Notching my cock there, I pushed my cum into her, feeling the wetness around me only made me harder.
“Dane!”
We both knew what this meant. The unspokenness of what we were both mentally saying, but not uttering a word.
Neither of us pulled away.
It was intense. Something I had hidden from for years, and she had too. Tomorrow, I would find her birth control and throw it in the bin. She wouldn’t be needing it anymore.
I could see in her eyes that she was with me.
She wanted me just as badly as I wanted her.
She was it for me.
My one. Fuck.
I wasn’t scared anymore. I was terrified, because now, I could lose something I never knew I needed.