CHAPTER 47 Everleigh Bradley
She Offered Me Her Services
He’s kissing me, and I’m falling apart from his touch, about to get naked as suggested here in his boss’s office, when he pulls back, leans his forehead to mine, and says, “Your place or mine?”
We hear a knock at the office door and jump apart just as it opens. “Everything okay in here?” Jack asks.
We both nod, and I know we’re caught just from glancing at how red and swollen Maverick’s lips are. But I don’t really care. A man who looks like Jack Dalton has certainly been there before.
“Did we come to an agreement?” he asks.
“Yeah, she offered me her services, and I decided to take her up on them,” Maverick says, and there’s a hint of teasing in his tone. “On one condition.”
I think my heart stops for a minute.
We didn’t talk conditions.
“What?” I ask, curiosity getting the best of me.
“I’d like to connect players in need of companionship with an animal shelter where I volunteer.”
Tears spring to my eyes at the notion of it.
He’s found his path, and he figured out in a split second how to connect his secret passion project with his new legacy.
Jack clears his throat as he nods. “I think that’s an incredible idea.
Lily and I are working out logistics, but there’s an office on the first floor not far from the conference room that the two of you could share.
” He nods at Maverick. “You can do your mentoring in there, as it’s a quiet, safe space, and if you bring a pup around here every once in a while, I don’t think anyone would complain.
” He looks at me. “And when Maverick is practicing or in the weight room, you’re welcome to use the space for whatever work you need to get done. Do you think you can share?”
I giggle again. What is wrong with me?
“Yes, of course,” Maverick says, and he sounds so…un-Maverick-like. Agreeable. Amenable.
“Who are you?” I ask, turning to look at him.
“Your client,” he says.
I raise both brows. “Yes, I think we can share.”
Jack laughs. “Well, Everleigh, I have to say…love does wild things to a man, and it looks pretty damn good on Jennings.”
My cheeks burn at his words since I know it’s me he’s referring to, but I can’t help but agree with the sentiment.
We work out a few logistics with Jack, and then we head home.
Separately, of course, since we arrived separately, but I follow behind his black and red truck, tears brimming in my eyes as I stare at the familiar Vegas Aces logo on the tailgate.
He’s not a Cowboy anymore. He’s an Ace now, and somehow having that logo on his truck makes it seem official.
I follow him all the way into our parking garage, and I pull into the assigned spot that’s right next to his. I get out of my car as he hops down from his truck.
“The black and red look good,” I say softly.
He nods, and he walks toward me, stopping just short of me. “Someone very special to me helped me with that.”
“How special?” I ask, closing the gap between us and moving into his arms.
He wraps himself around me. “So special that I’m about to take her to my place and worship her pussy until morning.”
I shiver at his words. “I really hope you’re talking about me.”
He chuckles, and that’s twice now in one day when I’m not sure I’ve ever really heard that sound out of him before.
I like it. A lot.
“I am,” he says, and he drops his lips to mine for a kiss that’s far too short. “Now get your ass upstairs so I can get you naked.”
I laugh as I pull out of his arms, and he swats my ass playfully. Then we race toward the lobby. Once Milton has greeted us with a warm smile and a “happy to see you two together again,” we head up in the elevator.
And can I just say that it’s far and away the steamiest, sexiest elevator ride of my life.
It’s just the two of us—obviously, given my previous statement—and the second the doors shut, he’s on me. Everywhere. His body surrounds me as he pins me to the elevator wall, and he thrusts his hips against mine. His voice is low, and his breath is hot when his mouth moves near my ear.
“The whole way home, I pictured all the different ways I’m going to fuck you,” he murmurs.
I shiver.
I’m not cold, but goddamn, that was hot.
“Starting with?” I prompt, the cool, confident vibe I’m going for completely obliterated by the tremble in my voice.
“It’s been far too long since we’ve been together, so I’m going to start with something hard and fast. Then I’m going to take my time. By the time the sun rises, my goal is for you to have…” He trails off, and then he says, “No less than four orgasms.”
“That’s a deal I can get on board with.”
His mouth crashes to mine, and he kisses me like a man starved until the soft ding tells us we’ve arrived at our floor.
Nobody’s in our hallway, so he continues to kiss me as he guides me backwards out of the elevator and toward his condo.
He fumbles in his pocket for his keys, his mouth still on mine, our tongues still tangling.
I hold his jaw between my hands to keep my mouth on his and to feel the stubble there, a reminder that this is really happening and it isn’t just some wild dream.
It would be faster for us to just stop kissing for a second so we could get inside his place, but we can’t seem to stop. We can’t seem to disconnect our mouths, to stop touching each other. We’re both desperate to get as close as we possibly can and to stay that way.
He drops his keys, and rather than pull apart and bend down to pick them up, he pushes me against the wall, where he thrusts his hips against mine again and continues to kiss me.
His hands move down to my ass, and he pulls me toward him to force our bodies still closer, eliminating any possible space between us that might’ve been there before.
My body aches for him everywhere, but the epicenter of need is squarely between my legs. I moan into his mouth, and he pulls his mouth from mine.
I think he’s bending down to grab his keys, so imagine my shock when instead I feel his hand move under my dress and tug at the edge of my panties.
He yanks them over and thrusts a finger into me, and I tip my head back, hitting it against the wall as I moan at the feel of his finger inside me again.
He gets down on his knees, tosses one of my legs over his shoulders, keeps my panties to the side, and swipes his tongue through my pussy.
Right. There. In. The. Hallway.
I set my hands on his head with the intention of finding a place to rest them, but suddenly I find myself pulling his head harder toward my pussy as I shamelessly grind on his face.
He grunts, and the deep sound reverberates through my entire core, the hum sending a shockwave of pleasure straight through me.
He yanks at the lace of my panties, and they snap clean away from my body.
God, that was hot.
I cry out as I continue grinding on his face, his finger moving in and out of my pussy as he sucks on my clit. He’s so good with his mouth that it’s literally mere seconds before I’m falling apart over him, my legs quaking and my body shaking as I come hard, flooding his mouth with my own wetness.
He stays with me until I finish, until I sink back into the wall and my body relaxes, and then he says, “Jesus, fuck, woman. I was just bending down to grab my keys when your sweet cunt got in my way.”
I can’t help a laugh at that.
And I also can’t seem to move as he rises and unlocks his door. He must sense that I’m utter jelly at the moment because he picks me up and carries me over the threshold like a bride.
He sets me down on his couch, and he heads toward his refrigerator. He brings me back a bottle of water. “Here. You just lost a lot of fluid, so I’m going to need you to hydrate.”
I giggle as I smack his arm, but I hydrate as the man requested.
He wanted to do me fast and hard the first time, and he’s already chalked up one orgasm on his way to his goal of four.
“Let me know when you’re ready,” he murmurs.
I set the bottle of water on his end table after I chug half of it, and I nod. “Ready.”
He looks surprised, but he doesn’t question it. Instead, he holds out a hand and helps me up. He walks me over toward his windows, and he stops in front of a recliner chair that didn’t used to be there.
“Your new thinking chair?” I guess.
He shakes his head as a salacious smile forms on his lips, his eyes hot on mine. “My new fucking chair.”
“I hope it’s just for me,” I half-heartedly tease.
“It’s just for us.”
He pulls his cock out from the shorts he’s wearing, and he strokes himself a few times.
“But that’s for later. The slow version.
Maybe orgasm number three.” He’s so composed as he continues stroking himself while he talks to me.
“Right now, though, number two? I want you naked and leaning up against the windows. I want handprints there that will make my house cleaner question what the fuck I was doing up against the window. Take off your clothes.”
I scramble to follow his instructions, dropping my jacket, red dress, and bra on the floor. He licks his lips as if his mouth is watering, and his eyes flick along my body, branding me everywhere with his hot gaze.
“God, I missed you,” he murmurs. I’m about to reply when he issues his demand. “Bend over and put your hands on the window.”
I’m about to get sassy with a yessir or something similar, but I refrain, instead doing exactly as he asks.
I feel his hand as it moves along my skin, cupping the curve of my ass before it moves up and around to my hip, and still upwards as he grabs onto my breast. He tugs at my nipple, sending a shock of need through my system, and then he lines up behind me.
He thrusts toward me a few times before he enters me, his cock warming in my ass as I think about the day he’ll claim that as his, too.
The thought sends a shiver through me. I’ve had anal sex before, but somehow I feel like it would be less about the act itself as a goal and more about pleasure for both parties with Maverick.
He bends over me and takes both my breasts in his hands, massaging them and tweaking my nipples as we both stare out at the view beneath us.
Anyone could look up here and see a woman getting fucked by her man on the seventeenth floor of a building, and there’s something intrinsically hot and powerful about the exhibitionism of it all.
He lets go of one of my breasts in order to fist his cock, and a second later, he’s sliding into me.
I’m still so wet from what he just did to me in the hallway, and now we’re fucking against his windows.
I’ll never be able to look out these windows upon this view again without thinking about this moment—how good it feels, how right it feels.
How we’re together again, and how we overcame the obstacles that nearly severed our ties for good, but we didn’t.
We got through it, past it, and now we can leave it behind as we move toward a future that’s just for the two of us.
The thought has me clawing at the window, trying to find something to grip onto as my body hurtles toward its second climax in only a few minutes.
“Jesus, Ev, yes. Your cunt’s so fucking tight,” he murmurs, his voice raspy and deep as he picks up the speed of our rhythm. “I want to fuck you all night, but I’m almost there.”
“Give it to me,” I scream at him, clawing more at the window as I start to fall apart.
“Come for me, baby.” His command is loud and clear in the quiet space, and I do.
I fall completely apart, drowning in the vast ocean of pleasure that he and he alone can give to me. I cry out his name as I come undone, and I grab onto his hand over my breast, squeezing onto it as I hold onto the window with my other hand for support.
A loud roar rips from his chest as he groans my name, and he starts to come, too. He unleashes his cum inside me, and I’m still crashing through the wall of bliss as we find our bliss together, our bodies in unity as we each bask in the pleasure of the other’s body.
As both our bodies start to slow together, a heavy fog of warmth falls over me. I feel sated and happy, content and fulfilled. He pulls out, and I grunt a protest, but I’m so exhausted after the intensity of the last few minutes that I can barely make myself move.
“Now those are the kinds of services I’d rate top-notch,” he deadpans, and I can’t help a laugh.
He must sense my inability to move because he picks me up and carries me over to his bathroom, where he turns on the shower and sets me on the bench inside.
He removes the rest of his clothes, and he joins me, steam billowing around us as he uses the handheld shower sprayer to get me wet.
He washes me down with the body wash that smells like him, and he shampoos my hair.
I barely lift a finger to help, which is wonderful since I’m not sure I could if I wanted to.
He takes care of me, cleaning me and then drying me when he’s done, and once we’re both dry, he asks, “Do you need to rest?”
I should say yes, but I can’t get enough of him. We’re halfway to four.
I mean, it would be a shame for him not to reach his goal when we’re halfway there.
I bite my bottom lip and shake my head.
He smiles, and he carries me through the condo back toward the chair overlooking the Strip. He sets me down so my feet hit the floor, and he sits. “Come here,” he says softly.
I climb over him, settling my legs on either side of him. I move to hover over him, and he slides into me.
I wrap my arms around his neck, and his hands move to my ass, where he moves us up and down, giving us a slow rhythm. His eyes are on mine, and I see it all there.
I see love and lust. I see adoration and need. I see the future, and it’s full of him. Of us. Of moments like these.
I see four in one night—as he’ll do to me shortly after midnight tonight once again with his tongue.
I see a future that’s whatever we want it to be. I see us fighting every single day for each other—choosing each other because this is the most important relationship of our lives.
I see red lipstick and black and red trucks and shoes.
I see mutual love and support.
I see snarky banter and driving each other up the wall as I know he’ll do to me just as much as I’ll do to him.
But mostly I see forever.