Chapter Thirty
Thirty
“How is she?” my stepmom, Andrea, asks about Bellamy as I walk back up the stadium-style bleachers to our group.
“Much calmer than Cash,” I say, shaking my head. “I haven’t seen him that nervous since hockey tryouts freshman year of high school.”
My dad smiles at that, slinging his arm over his wife’s shoulder, reassuring her that Bellamy’s going to do great. “That sounds like my boy when it comes to his woman.”
I grin at that because, my, how far we have come in this family, when it comes to my brother and our stepsister.
“I bet you’ll be doing the same thing when Shay takes her team to the Final Four this year.” My mom winks, nudging her shoulder into Shay.
“Nah, I won’t be nervous. I know my girl’s got that in the bag. Ain’t that right, Point Guard?”
“We will see.” She shimmies in her seat.
I mouth, I love you, unable to stop myself from saying it over and over again today.
Knowing my mom saw it, Shay blushes, but mouths it back with a big smile on her pretty lips.
Lips I can’t wait to have all over me in a few hours.
“Y’all are so cute,” my mom beams and pats my dad on the back. “Cal, at least we did something right. Both our boys found themselves girls way out of their leagues who actually love them,” she teases, and Andrea laughs at that.
Shay’s family walks back up to join us. “We didn’t miss it, did we?” Joey asks, bouncing on his toes, funnel cake in hand. It’s so good to see him back on his feet and out of his cast.
“No, bud. Three more, and then it’s her turn,” I reassure him.
I pat the seat beside me. “Come share some of that funnel cake with me.”
He takes the few steps up to his spot, immediately offering me a bite of the powdery goodness.
“What happened to me and Mom needing to get our own?” Coach teases.
“Sorry, Dad, Mav doesn’t count.” He smiles at me, and my chest floods with pride. I love being the person this awesome dude looks up to.
“The seats are perfect,” Mrs. Moore whispers when Joey is distracted by the next barrel racer.
“I’m glad. I didn’t want him to be overwhelmed.”
Shay and I arrived early to save some seats in the corner of the general admission area for our big group. I knew Joey was so excited to come, but I wasn’t sure that he’d do great in the middle of a large crowd.
She squeezes my knee from where they sit in front of me. “I knew you were a good egg all those years ago. Thank you, Maverick.”
“Okay, it’s her turn,” my mom says, taking Shay’s hand in hers and squeezing it.
I smile, loving how they’ve both immediately taken to each other. My mom has met Shay several times over the years at MRU Athletics events, and even asked me what the deal with us at one point, so she wasn’t shocked when I told her about the two of us.
“She’s got this,” I whisper as the beat to her favorite Glorilla song sounds through the arena.
“Where is she?” Joey asks, shifting his body around, attempting to get the best view.
Two seconds later, the announcer calls her name, and the gate opens. “There she is.”
Bellamy shoots out, and our section goes wild.
She does amazing around her first barrel—fast, smooth, tight to the barrel.
Mia’s quick as lightning as they take off to the next barrel.
“You better EAT, girl!” Berkley stands up, pregnant belly and all, shouting louder than the rest of our crew sitting around her. Nate’s hands shoot out instinctively to protect her.
I take in all the people here for Bellamy in this moment. Our roommates are the epitome of the saying, family isn’t always blood.
When Bellamy rounds her last barrel, galloping back out of the arena, the announcer calls out 16.05 seconds, and her big-ass family goes wild.
Best time of the night.
Wish I could see my bubs’s face right now, because I know he’s beaming from ear to ear, waiting for her to come back through that gate to him.
Shay
The rodeo was a lot of fun, and I think we both enjoyed having all our closest people in one spot, but now I’m ready to get my man alone.
I check my phone on the ride back and notice Symone texted me.
Sy
How was the rodeo? Did Bellamy kill it?
Me
Yes, first place in barrel racing. It was so fun! Wish you could have come.
Sy
That’s awesome! What are you doing now?
Me
Heading back to the Wolves Den with Mav.
Sy
Oh I bet you are.
“What’s got you smirking like that?” he asks.
At the next stoplight, I show him the next text that comes through from Symone.
Sy
Aren’t you glad I gave you those toys, so you had some experience with a man like that?
“Toys, huh?” He smirks. “Also, what are you telling your friends about me?”
“Oh, just girl talk…” I feign innocence. In reality, I totally bragged to my best friend about how hot sex with Maverick is.
“And the toys? Like, plural?”
“Yep…” I grin, holding back a giggle.
“Where are these toys of yours?” he asks as the car behind us blows the horn, signaling for him to go.
“At my place.” I shrug and rest my hand on his thigh.
The one inked with my handwriting.
“And what were you doing with said toys?”
I gently trace my finger up the inseam of his Wranglers and whisper, “Fucking myself with them.”
Maverick makes a quick left instead of heading straight toward his house. “Change of plans. We’re making a pit stop at your place. You have some toys to pick up.”
Squeezing my legs together in anticipation, I watch as Mav drives with a determined look on his face.
Oh, this is going to be fun!
“Now let me see what you did when you were pretending that toy was me.” His voice sounds husky from where he stands outside of his shower, watching me.
Completely naked. Wet. Horny.
I pause, second-guessing doing this in front of him.
Until I see the look in his eyes, and there’s nothing but desire and appreciation shining back at me.
And I remind myself I may be new to this toy thing, but I’ve fucked myself so many times to thoughts of Mav over the past couple of weeks that I’m practically a professional at this point.
Fuck it.
I nod to the lube on the counter and stick out my hand, where Maverick pours some into my palm. If I’m being honest, just his dark stare has me so wet I’m not even sure if I need it.
Making a show of it, I stroke the fake cock, pretending it’s his. I can tell by the way he adjusts himself, he likes what he sees. His eyes track my every movement.
I line myself up with the suction-cup dildo. My hands grip the grab bars on either side of his shower as I push my ass back onto the toy and let it slowly stretch my pussy out. I twirl my hips around, feeling more brazen than ever as I slide all the way back onto it.
“Oh fuck, Shay,” Maverick groans. The timber in his voice spurs me on, moving slowly as I adjust to the toy.
I pick up speed, loving the sounds coming from deep in his chest as he watches.
“Fuck that dick, baby,” he says, and I moan louder, bouncing back and forth.
His gaze bores into me, and the way his hand is slowly rubbing his massive hard-on through his gray sweatpants has me feeling needier than ever.
“You look so sexy taking every inch. Rub your clit for me,” he demands, and I do as he says.
“One day, I’m going fuck your ass while you’re so full with that toy in your pussy.”
A wanton moan slips from my lips at his words, and a shiver runs through me.
Fuck, he’s so damn sexy.
“My little feen… Look at you, you’re so gorgeous fucking that huge cock for me. You’re wishing it was mine, aren’t you?
I clench around the toy as I nod. His dirty talk does me in.
“Ahhh!” My eyes roll back as my orgasm rips through me, nearly buckling my knees.
Before I know what’s happening, Maverick’s in the shower with me, his clothes still on, but his sweatpants and boxers down around his ankles.
He rocks his hard cock against the side of my hip as I ride out my orgasm, crying out and trembling through every wave of pleasure.
“You going to let me inside this perfect pussy again?” I swear, his words keep my orgasm going.
The second he knows I’m done, he licks up my neck, pulling me off the toy, and then he’s sliding his big cock inside me to the hilt.
“Shit, Mav. Oh my fucking…shit,” I say, panting as I rock back into him.
Fucking the toy in front of him was erotic and the biggest turn-on, but nothing feels like his cock inside of me.
“Is my point guard going to come all over my cock now?” he asks huskily, and his hand sneaks around and holds my neck firmly as he thrusts himself deeper.
“Yes, yes, oh fuck… yeeeesss.”
His free hand tugs on my nipple, and the sight of his sweatpants around his ankles getting wet in his shower as he drives into me has me ready to combust. I make him so desperate, he couldn’t wait another second.
I never thought sex could be like this.
I think I’m addicted. Addicted to feeling him. How he touches me, kisses me, tastes me, fucks me. All of it.
“Come for me, baby. I’m about to get this pretty pussy messy…
so messy.” He groans, and his hand squeezes tighter around my neck.
My palms slip slightly from where they’re pressed against the shower tile, but he holds me up.
I moan at the sensation of feeling completely overpowered. I love this side of him.
When I look over my shoulder and our eyes connect, I’m done for. The need in this man’s gaze sends me. My body convulses like a live wire as he spills inside of me with a guttural groan, and I scream his name. Both of us lose our minds for a few seconds.
His chest rises and falls against my back, where he’s holding me tightly. “Fuck, Shay, that’s going to live rent-free in my head. You’re something else, baby.”
“Hopefully, for the rest of your life.”
“No doubt about it.” He kisses my shoulder.
“Can I wash you now?”
“Of course.” I smile, loving the way he always wants to take care of me.
He pours body wash onto a cloth, drops to his knees, and gently rubs it over my body. With careful attention between my legs, teasing my sensitive clit. He places a light kiss on my thigh, then looks up at me.
I reach for him, knowing kneeling on a tile floor cannot be comfortable, and he brushes away my hand.
“You don’t need to be kneeling to do that.”
“Baby, I’ll gladly get on my knees for you, whenever you want,” he confesses, and my heart skips a beat at the honesty of his words. This man, on his knees in front of me, is a sight to behold.
“I have a confession,” he whispers as he stands, gliding the washcloth up my body as he does. “I already need you again,” Mav says as he presses his already hard cock into my ass.
I bite back a smirk, my pussy clenching, also ready for round two.
Pushing my ass back into him, I whisper, “I have a confession too.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Mmhmmm… The first time I used a toy, I thought of you.” I turn in his arms, running my hands down his chest. “And every time I’ve used it since.”
“Fuck, Little Moore,” he groans, reaching down and stroking his cock slowly.
“Confessions like that are definitely going to get you fucked again,” he says, nipping at my shoulder and kissing up to my ear.
I wink. “That’s what I’m going for, baby.”