Chapter 47
FORTY-SEVEN
MAVEN
When I arrive home, I hear voices, which means Victor is here. He and Boston have gotten quite close, and I actually like having Victor around. Out of all Boston’s friends, I like him the most.
Both of them turn to look at me when I enter the room.
“Hey, boys.” I offer them a wave. “Hope I didn’t interrupt anything.”
“You didn’t,” Boston says as he gets up and comes to stand in front of me. “What do you have there?” he asks, nodding to what’s in my hand. I peer past him to Victor, then back up at his face.
“So, I got a milkshake for us to share,” I reply.
“Oh, fuck. I’m out,” I hear Victor mutter.
“Smart thinking,” I tell him as he strides past us and straight out the front door.
“You got us a milkshake?” Boston raises his brows.
“I did. So drop your pants.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Well, I want to mix my two favorite things. Your cock and my milkshake.”
“Ohhh,” he says, remembering. He nods to the drink. “That’s going to be cold.”
“It’s okay. I’ll warm you up with my mouth,” I tell him with a wink.
His pants are undone and kicked to the side faster than I thought possible. His cock is already semi-hard when I hand him the milkshake so I can remove my clothes.
“Leave the heels on,” he says, and I do as he commands because I’m a good girl like that.
When I glance down at his cock again, it’s standing hard and tall.
“I didn’t really think this through. I was hoping to dunk your co—”
Before I can get another word out, he pours the whole milkshake over his cock.
I can’t help but laugh as he tosses the cup to the side, discarding it without a thought for the mess, like he’s eager for me to start.
Some of the whipped cream covers his tip, and I eagerly get on my knees and look up at him.
He pulls his shirt off, and I get a good look at his wound, which appears much better than it did a week ago.
He steps closer to me, his cock now in my face, and I lean forward and lick the whipped cream from his tip.
The milkshake starts to drip down his cock, and I take him all in.
He groans so fucking loudly at the contact, and I take that as a good sign.
I continue sucking as I reach out and cup his balls.
“Fuck, Dynamite,” he pants. “I’m going to have to invest in a milkshake machine.” I can’t laugh even though I want to, so I take him deeper, and he groans even louder, and it’s like music to my ears.
Suddenly, he pulls back, my hand falling from his balls, and my lips swollen from sucking him.
“I’m finishing inside you,” he says, offering me a hand. I take it, and he helps me up. “Turn around, hands on the couch.” I do as he says, bending over and sticking my ass out as he comes up behind me.
He caresses the curve of my back before his hand moves lower and lower until it’s on my ass.
A finger slips into my crack to play with my puckered hole before he spreads my cheeks apart.
And as I crane my neck to look back at him, he lowers his head and licks my asshole.
I moan as he swirls his tongue a few times and then lowers until he reaches my pussy.
“Grip tight, Dynamite,” he says, and I realize my hands have relaxed on the back of the couch.
I tighten my hold as he stands up behind me.
He runs the head of his cock through the cheeks of my ass, then he’s where I’m soaking wet for him.
He slides in, slow and easy, filling me completely.
I let a moan slip, and he slams into me.
“Harder,” I order, and he does so without question. I knew he wanted to. He loves to fuck me hard, and I appreciate every moment of it. His hand connects with my ass, and then it finds my clit. The combination of sensations makes me come. “Oh my God.”
“That’s it, Dynamite,” he whispers, not breaking his rhythm.
I clutch the couch as I feel the pleasure taking over my body. His cock is punishing me in the best way possible.
“Fuck, I love you,” he says as I sag forward and my head falls against the couch.
He pushes into me a few more times before I feel him come.
He pulls out, and his hand slides up my back and under my arms, pulling me up so I’m flush against him.
He cups my breasts and then slides one hand down to my pussy while his other hand plays with my nipple.
“Maven.” I look over my shoulder to find him staring at me.
“I’m never letting you go. You know that, right?
” he says as he keeps rubbing my clit. His cock is getting hard again already.
I look into his eyes, the same eyes I thought saw me with only hatred when we first met, but that now take me in with nothing but love and admiration.
We’ve been through so much in such a short amount of time that I’m excited to finally slow down and have time to just soak it all in. See what and who we are without the outside world invading.
“I would hope not. And if you think you can leave me…” I whisper as he pinches my clit, “I’m very good at finding and killing people.”
He slides his tongue in my mouth, and we kiss for several long minutes.
Breaking the kiss, I say, “Let’s go to bed. We can watch TV and play with each other all night.” I wink as I reach down and squeeze his very hard cock.
“I like the sound of that,” he says, kissing me again.
I pull away from his mouth, grab him by the hand, and lead him to our room.
All my things are now unpacked and take up the majority of the room, but he doesn’t mind.
In fact, I think he loves it. He even hired a housekeeper because he knows how much I hate cleaning and he isn’t allowed to lift anything yet.
If he does, he risks popping his stitches again.
He turns the television on as we climb into bed, then pulls me to him, my heels left next to the bed.
“Boston?”
“Hmm?”
“Have you ever loved someone like this?”
“Never. And I never intend to again,” he answers and squeezes me a little tighter.
I believe every word he says. I don’t plan to either.
I know he’s it for me. I know that no matter what, or where my life takes me, this is it—this is my home.
A place I have been searching for my whole life, and I found it with the last person who should be offering an assassin a home.
Two very unlikely people, yet somehow, so fucking perfect for each other.