Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
NEVAEH
Two days. We’ve been here for two full days since Maverick and I went to the surf shop and bought my new swimsuits.
During the first part of the day, I rode with him to meet with Romeo Cohen.
I was at first partially starstruck. This I found Maverick didn’t like.
In fact, he hated that I had to be anywhere near the man.
I still don’t know why I’m here. How can my judge of character be something I can help with?
I did help the guys when it came time to pick a property.
Everything they’ve found so far was kind of crappy, but nothing they couldn’t fix up to make a beautiful home, even if to use for what they’re talking to Romeo about.
I still can’t believe the club will be helping the guy with his business, but I somewhat get it. Those people would need protection depending on their story. It also hits way too close to home for me.
In the past couple of days, I’ve thought a lot more about what I went through and how I haven’t contacted my family.
God knows I miss them. All of them. I was a daddy’s girl, and I adored my big brothers, no matter how protective they tried to be.
In the end, they weren’t able to save me.
Not from the one person who was able to take me away.
I want to ask Pirate if he knows anything, but that means dredging up the past. Not that I can’t talk about it with Maverick.
I could and know I can trust him with the truth.
But if I ask Pirate about this person and what he knows, it could open a whole can of worms. As it is, I don’t want to take that chance. I have a good life now.
I shove the thought away and smile at the sight of Maverick running toward me. He decided to go for a run once we got back to the house after meeting with Romeo this morning. I figured I’d relax in my chair on the beach sitting close enough to the water it would touch my toes.
Watching Maverick, I shamelessly gawk at him, taking in every muscle, the way sweat beads his body. The way his sunglasses shield his eyes from the sun and the hat he’s got on backward. It’s something I’ve seen him do so many times before. But not like this.
I squeeze my legs together, feeling the ache I’ve felt more than a couple times in the past few days. Just the sight of him gets me feeling all needy, and I want nothing more than to have him take me to the room where he can have his wicked way with me. But I’m scared.
Maverick’s done nothing to push me further, though he kisses me . . . a lot. Sometimes he’ll run his hands along my body, but never touching me between my legs. As for my breasts, he traces the side of them with his fingers and strokes underneath.
With each touch, he drives me crazy.
Then each night he’s slept with me tucked to him and that’s how I’ve woken in the morning. The best part of this is I’ve never felt so safe and warm. It’s as if his presence keeps the demons haunting my dreams at bay.
Maverick slows to a jog. The closer he gets to me, a smirk forms on his face, making him hotter. When he makes it to me, his shadow blocks out the sun and I glance up. I take my time soaking in his hotness the entire time. Then he squats down next to me, meeting my gaze through those shades of his.
“You get a good look, Sweets?” he asks, that smirk of his toying at his lips.
“It was a good view,” I answer brazenly, though my heart slams in my chest nervously. I can’t help but feel nervous because I want him so much. I also don’t know how to express what I want to him.
“My view was way better.” He grins, squats down next to my chair, leans in, and presses his mouth to mine.
He opens against my lips, guiding mine to follow suit.
He uses his tongue to slip in and tangle with mine.
I tighten my legs together, feeling myself getting wet.
Every time he touches me, kisses me, it’s like this.
Just as quick as he kisses me, he pulls away. He takes my hand and stands, bringing me with him.
“Come on, Sweets, time to get in the water and cool off.”
“But . . .” I don’t get another word out. Not when he gives me that look. The one that says . . . well, I don’t know what it says, but I can only guess wicked thoughts.
Following Maverick into the water, he takes us waist deep. With the water calm, there’s hardly any waves. Hands on my hips, Maverick lifts me until I wrap my legs around his waist, my slit pressing against his hardness.
A groan slips from my lips at the friction of him touching me there, even through our swimsuits.
“I love that sound, Nevaeh,” Maverick remarks, palming my ass in his hands, and rubbing himself against me. “I’d love nothing more than to sink inside you here and now.”
My lips part with a breath, and I stare at him while squeezing my legs around him. This I couldn’t stop myself from doing because I wanted that too. More than anything, but I’m scared.
“You like that idea, don’t you?” he asks, voice dropping to a husky growl that turns me on even more.
“I want that.” I breathe, lick my lips, and tell him the truth.
“I want you, Maverick. More than anything, I want to feel everything you can give me, but I’m scared, nervous, and frightened.
So much so I don’t know what to do. The only experience there is, is what happened to me when . . . you know.”
“Told you, Nevaeh, we’re taking this at your pace,” Maverick murmurs and presses a tender kiss to my lips. “We take this as slow as you need. But I’m not going to stop kissing or touching you. Fuck, if I knew you could handle it, I’d give you my fingers.”
“Give me your fingers?” I arch a brow, not understanding what he’s talking about.
“Yeah, my fingers.” Sliding one hand around and between us, he cups me between my legs and runs one along my slit, drawing a gasp from my lips. “I want to finger fuck your pussy, Sweets. I also want to taste you with my tongue, flicking across that clit of yours.”
“I want that,” I blurt out before I can stop myself. It’s also true and honest. I want him and everything he wants to give me.
The grin on Maverick’s face turns to a full-blown smile, one that can only be classified as panty melting hot.
“You want my fingers?” he asks, sliding a finger over me through the fabric of my swimsuit.
“Yes,” I whisper, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth.
“Then you can have them.” Maverick leans in and presses his lips to mine. At the same time pushes the fabric between my legs to the side and eases one finger inside.
He does some type of hook thing with his finger that has me breaking the kiss on a gasp.
Maverick adds a second finger with the first and my hips move on their own accord.
It’s as if they take on a life of their own.
The way Maverick scissors his fingers and hooks them while driving them in and out of my entrance it’s enough to drive me wild and has me panting.
It doesn’t take long before something I’ve never felt before threatens to wash over me.
“That’s it, Sweets, let me watch you come for me.” Maverick’s voice takes on a throaty sound that has my body reacting to him, and I do just as he says.
The orgasm washes over me as I call out his name. Maverick keeps going and encourages me, speaking sweet words between kisses as it overtakes me.
“Maverick,” I whisper his name and go to say something about how good it felt when someone beat me to the punch.
“You two gonna quit fuckin’ in the water and come up to the house? We’ve got visitors,” Pirate announces from the shoreline.
Visitors?
Maverick makes a sound in the back of his throat I’ve come to realize he makes when he’s annoyed or getting frustrated.
He takes the time to readjust the fabric back in place over me.
“When we finish this shit, I want you in our bed, your legs spread, my mouth between them, and you making all those sounds you made just now.”
I blink upward, holding his gaze as he lowers me to my feet and whisper the only word that I’m able to form. “Okay.”
“Good, now let’s go see who the fuck is here before I kick my brother’s ass for interrupting.”
I nod and follow him while he takes his time getting us back to the shoreline.
On the beach, I grab my towel from my chair, wrap it around my body and take in all that’s Maverick, including the hard-on he’s still sporting.
It’s impressive, and I wonder what it will look like.
From what I felt, he’s thick. And though I’m no virgin, I’m definitely not experienced.
It would take a miracle for his shaft to fit inside me without him doing something to make that happen.
“Don’t worry, Sweets, when the time comes, it’ll fit,” Maverick murmurs, grinning.
Oh God, did I say that last part out loud?
“Did I say something about it fitting?” I stare at him, my cheeks heating with embarrassment.
“No, but it’s written all over your face, the way you’re staring at my dick. I just had my fingers inside you and know how tight you are. So fuckin’ snug, I’ll have to get you nice and wet, stretch you some before working my cock inside you.” The way he says this has me visualizing just that.
I draw my bottom lip between my teeth at the same time squeezing my legs together.
“Jesus, fuck, Sweets, you want that don’t you?”
“Yes.” I nod and suck in a breath. “I want everything with you. I just don’t know how to do it and more than that, I don’t want to disappoint you when you find me as nothing more than vanilla.”
Maverick drops the chair and pulls me in his arms, holding me flush against him. “Nothing about you is vanilla, so there’s no fuckin’ way you could be vanilla when I’m inside you.”
With that said, he takes my hand, forgetting my chair, and all but drags me up to the beach house.
My mind swirls with his words. The way he’s showed me patience, soft touches and kisses, and that orgasm just now .
. . yeah, I want it all. When it comes to Maverick, I want everything, and with him I don’t feel nervous. Not anymore.
Making it to the house, Maverick opens the door and lets us both in only for me to come to a stop at the sight of the people filling the room.
“Mom. Dad,” I whisper and look at the others standing near them—my brothers.