Chapter 30
Thirty
Maverick
I froze.
Again.
I choked up and I let the tears fall. I let the panic control me.
Watching Mabel try to comfort me, when she’s the one who’s sharing her pain, the pain that I caused her, became too much for me to bare.
I knew the reason why I walked away, but finding the words so I won’t lose her again is becoming harder as the days go on.
I’m terrified.
Terrified she won’t forgive me.
Terrified she’ll be the one to walk away from me this time.
This time, it’ll be my fault.
Hearing her ask me if it was her fault broke my heart all over again. Even though I’m struggling to find the words to tell her, I want to be man enough to tell her that no, it’s never been her fault. Nothing she could do would push me away again.
Now I’ve got this small snippet of what heaven feels like, I refuse to walk away from it ever again.
But I know I can’t keep it from her forever, mainly because the red head sitting on my lap certainly won’t let me, and if I don’t tell her, I’ll still be risking losing her.
It isn’t just her anymore either.
Ellie has me, hooked line and sinker.
I can’t leave the one girl who I’ve been so in-love with since she was born, nor can I leave the little girl who I’d now give anything to be the dad that she doesn’t have.
I move my face away from Mabel’s collar bone and loosen up my grip from around her waist as she continues to straddle my lap. I worry in this moment that I’ll hurt her from how hard I’m holding onto her, clinging onto her like she’s the potion to my poison.
I try to get my breathing back to normal, feeling the end of my panic attack in sight. Mabel using her thumbs to wipe away the stray tears lining my cheeks, her eyes sparkling at me as she turns her lips into a gentle grin.
“Mav?” She pauses. “How long have you been having panic attacks?” she asks, hands still gently touching my face.
No one’s ever noticed I have them before.
But then again, no one could ever read me like she can; another reason of why I refused to move on from her, when I had so many opportunities to do so throughout the years.
I do my best to remove the lump from my throat by coughing, but my mouth’s still incredibly dry. I keep one arm around her as I lean forward to pick my beer up from the table. I take a long gulp to try and gain some wetness back enough for me to try string a sentence together.
Stroking my fingers along the bottom of her back, my eyes lock back onto hers. “I don’t know,” I start guessing. “A long time, ten years, maybe longer?” I shrug out.
“Do you take anything for them?” she asks, calmly.
“Yeah, the doctors gave me meds, but lately they’re uncontrollable. The meds aren’t doing shit,” I offer her the truth as I take another gulp of my beer, finishing the bottle.
“I get them as well, sometimes,” she smiles gently once again at me, offering me more comfort.
I don’t deserve her.
“Well, maybe...” she pauses, moving her hands down from my face and onto my chest. “I could help with that?” Her voice changes to a low husk as she only so slightly rubs her pussy against my cock. The naked eye couldn’t see it, but damn, do I feel it.
My body reacts instantly, and my erection pushes against my jeans once again, begging to be closer to her.
The heat rises in the pit of my stomach.
I stay sat in the chair as I watch Mabel lift herself off my lap and move her tiny frame in between my legs as she hovers only so slightly above me.
“What do you say, Cowboy?” she winks at me.
I snicker at her, knowing exactly where this is going, especially how the other night played out. I place my beer back onto her table and lean back in my chair, placing my hands on her hips.
“Anything in mind, Firefly?” I husk back to her.
With that, her lips are on mine, crashing down with such force, that the kiss is mainly tongue and teeth.
I feel her bite my lip; just like she used to.
Mabel moves towards my neck, placing kisses as she moves down to the neckline of my t-shirt.
I let her take control.
As she kisses down my t-shirt, her legs lower until she’s resting on her knees in between my legs.
“’Bout time I returned the favour, no?” she winks at me as I watch her bring her hands up to my belt, she fiddles with the buckle until it comes undone.
I help her, unbuttoning my jeans and lifting my body up to bring them down slightly, my cock standing to attention as it springs free from my boxer shorts; rock hard, like it always is when its to do with her her.
Her eyes widen at the sight of my cock again.
“Someone grew a bit,” she laughs out, playfully.
I fist my shaft, and smirk down at the beauty before me about to do what I think she’s going to do.
“You gonna’ suck my cock for me, baby?” I ask, biting my bottom lip in anticipation. I couldn’t give two shits we’re out in the open on her porch, on her land.
Mabel smirks at me, “Sure am, Cowboy,” she purrs, as she takes my cock in her hand, guiding it in the direction for her to take her fill.
Before I can make a smart comment back, her mouths circles around my cock, and I let out an intense growl. My head tilts back as I let myself groan at her touch.
“Fuck, baby,” is all I can say as I move her hair from her face so I can get a better view.
Mabel circles her tongue around my tip, before taking more of me in her mouth, then coming back up again.
Every time she moves back down, she takes more of my cock in her mouth, until she’s struggling, trying to take me as whole as she can.
I feel her fingernails digging into my thighs.
“That’s it, pretty girl, take all of me,” I hiss out, trying incredibly hard not to blow my load before this has even started. Although watching her take my cock like she is, I know I’m not going to last long.
Only she can do this to me.
Makes me feel like the horny teenager who’s unable to control himself once again.
Mabel takes my cock like an absolute champion in her mouth, sucking hard and fast. Using her tongue to lick up my length.
“Yes,” I hiss as she claws her fingers deep into my thighs, the vibrations from her humming around my cock making me surrender to her.
The tears form in her eyes as she continues to gag, spit running down her chin, making me even hungrier for her.
“Fuck, baby, I’m going to cum...” I say, as I move my hips to meet the back of her throat. “Stop, otherwise I’m going to cum down the back of your absolutely glorious throat.”
Mabel tilts her head, meeting her stunning blue eyes with mine, she sucks my cock even harder and faster than she was before.
She wants this.
Taking a fist full of her bright orange hair, I move my hips faster to meet her rhythm, the tension building up again.
My legs start to vibrate, hand tightly fisted into her hair, her mesmerising face looking up at me with my cock choking her.
Seeing that, I spill my load on impact, all down the back of her pretty little throat. So quickly that anyone would think this is my first rodeo.
Mabel pulls her head back from my cock and looks at me dead in the eye before she swallows my load, takes her thumb, runs it across her chin, wipes up some loose spit that fell during and sucks it back into her mouth.
Holy fucking shit.
I’m completely done for.
Breathless, I place my boxer shorts back over my cock, that’s now stood down from the best blowjob I’ve ever received. Mabel still leaning back on her legs, still on her knees for me. Looking utterly breathtaking, her hair tangled from where my fist held onto it.
“Feel any better?” She asks with the most devilish grin spread wide across her face.
I let my head lean back in an actual laugh at her sarcasm. I don’t remember the last time I laughed like this. Damn, this girl’s funny.
God himself would feel better after that.
“Much, thank you, baby,” I lean down to her and plant a kiss firmly on her lips, pulling her back onto my lap from her kneeling position.
I want to worship this woman for her ideas of bringing me out of a panic attack.
I take both of her legs and firmly move them around to my sides, positioning her so she’s close to me, her breath on my skin.
She comes to me willingly, like she always once would, moulding her body to fit mine perfectly. With one swift move, I place my hands under her ass and stand. Picking her up along with me.
“Mav!” she lets out a squeal, gripping tighter onto my neck.
“My turn, Firefly.” I wink at her as I walk through the sliding door, holding onto her tightly so she doesn’t slip.
I want her as close to me as I can get her.
I want to smell her scent on me until the next time I get to see her again.
I should have no idea where I’m going, but if she truly built this house the way we always said we would, then I know exactly where I’m going.
Because I spent my days yearning for this.
Walking past the open plan kitchen and living area, I enter a hallway that should have housed four bedrooms and a bathroom. Tilting my eye line around her head that was fully blocking my view from holding her in the position I am, I look down the hall. Only three doors met my gaze.
Not five.
The sight humbles back to me, that even though she couldn’t let go of our dream, in reality, she didn’t need the other bedrooms.
She never planned on having the other bedrooms.
That changes now.
Now, I just need to guess which room is hers.