MAVERICK
I was both shocked and terrified. I was shaking, and my emotions flipped my stomach to the point I wanted to throw up. The pain was horrendous. I ran towards the nearest bathroom, emptying my stomach into the toilet bowl.
“Maverick?” He followed me.
“I’m fine. Give me a second.” I got up and washed my mouth thoroughly.
When I went to him, I was shocked to see that he was calm. I saw nothing but the worries deep in his eyes.
“Are you okay?”
I nodded and found myself lunging at him, hugging him tight. He needed that, and I needed it, and I instantly felt him wrapping his arms around me, hugging me back.
“I’m so sorry, Lake. This happened because of me.”
He chuckled, but I felt the heaviness in his chest. “I was about to say the same thing.”
I pulled away and studied him. “He’s that hardass, huh?”
“Pretty much, blaming everyone but himself.” He looked back at me, and then I read something.
I shook my head. “I’m not pregnant. If that’s what you’ve been trying to ask.”
“I’m not worried. It’s fine by me if you are, but it’s not the right time right now.”
“Why are you so calm after what happened? My stomach is still rolling. The way he looked at you, at us, it sickened me. I was speechless the entire time. I watched him insult me and belittle you, and I wanted to say something, but I held my words because he wasn’t worth my pain.”
He smiled sadly as he caressed my cheek. “I’m sorry you had to be there to hear his insult. I should have known better that he wouldn’t hold back.”
There was a knock on the door. “Boss, is everything okay in there?”
“Yes, OB. Is everyone out?”
“Yes, boss. They just left.”
“Good. Thank you.” He then looked back at me. “I’ll wait outside.”
“I’m okay. Go ahead and talk to the guys. I’ll be there.” Once he was out, I washed my face and stared right back at myself in the mirror. I lied. I didn’t check if I was pregnant. It was just a hunch, but my period was due next week.
I came out and joined them in the living room. Owen and Homer were standing at opposite sides while Lake was sitting on the couch.
He instantly saw me and patted his lap. The guys began to walk away, and I had no choice but to hold the hand he offered and sit on his lap, curling into a ball.
I closed my eyes and silently listened to his heartbeat and breathing. I felt his lips pressed against my shoulder, his hand rubbing my back, the other wrapping around me. We stayed like that for a while, no need for words to be spoken out loud, until the silence became too much, unbearable.
“Thank you for coming home. I would have faced him alone.”
“I would never forgive him if he ever laid his hand on you.”
I lifted my chin and looked him in the eye because I had a feeling there was more to his words. “Did he?”
“Once. My mom could still tolerate his verbal abuse. She tolerated it because she did that for me, until one time, the verbal turned physical. He hit my mom, and I saw it. I didn’t know how long it had been going on, but Mom told me it was the first time. I was young, around ten, but I understood what it meant. I saw her pain, felt it.”
“Thank you for telling me.”
He nodded, tucking the hair behind my ear. “If I ever raise a hand on you, you have to leave me but know this. I would never ever intentionally hurt you. I stopped drinking after that night. The hurt in your eyes that day is still fresh in my head. And my father wasn’t even drunk that night.”
“You are not your father, Lake. You are your own man. Trust me, you may share DNA, but you’re nothing like him. You are a good person.”
“Thank you for being there for me.” He kissed my forehead. “You have no idea how much I needed you at that moment.”
“I actually came to get something once in a while.”
“I know. There’s a camera in the elevator.”
I rolled my eyes, amused. “Of course you do.”
We retreated to our rooms. I found myself alone, longing. I drew a deep breath, taking all the courage before I got up and opened the door, only to find him standing before me.
“Lake?” My skin pricked with heat.
As if he had read my mind, he smiled. “I guess we have the same idea.”
I stepped back and opened the door wide as my invitation. He followed in, instantly cupping my head, and then his mouth was on mine. He leaned forward, gripped my hips, and kissed me hard.
God, I hoped I wouldn’t regret this. We both needed this. Tonight, it’s just him and me having a good time. He tugged my hair and kissed me hard as he started walking me backward towards my bed.
As if we couldn’t wait any longer, I pulled his shirt over his head, and he took off mine. Then I helped myself get off my pajama bottom and my panties, and he quickly took off his jeans and boxers.
His naked body was perfection, and his thick cock was erect and proud. “Get in bed. Spread your legs apart.”
“Bossy.” I groaned as I followed his order like a good wife. I lay in bed and watched him crawl and growl as I began to touch myself. I bit my bottom lip as I felt my arousal coating my finger.
Before I could pleasure myself more, my hand was gone, and he took it to his mouth and sucked it.
I sucked in a breath, curling my toes as it felt so sensual, and the intensity of his gaze locked mine ignited the fire inside me.
He gripped my knees and spread them apart, and I found myself shuddering at the first touch of his tongue on my entrance, licking me.
“Lake.” I shivered at the cool air over my pussy.
He groaned and gave me a long lick before devouring me like he was starved like it was his pleasure to do so. When his tongue flicked over my clit and sucked me hard, I instantly came. I nearly forgot how to breathe.
“That was fast.”
I found myself smiling instead of throwing words of how cocky he was. He came to me, crushed his mouth to mine, kissing me hard, his cock so hard and heavy teasing my still sensitive nub.
I circled my hips, seeking more friction, moaning into his mouth, shuddering as I tasted myself on his relentless tongue that drew out my pleasure.
I should be embarrassed. Not a moment ago, I was pushing him away because I wasn’t ready to start over. Yet, here I was, having the best moment of my life, throwing myself at him. Did I have a regret? Nada. At least, not at this moment.
“Don’t overthink. I can feel your brain reeling, baby. I got you.”
I looked at him. He looked desperate. I guessed we both were desperate.
“I wish I could slap myself right now and resist you.”
Lake smiled. It wasn’t raw or needy. It was pure sweetness before he went back to kissing me. We kissed, and I gripped his cock, positioned him at my entrance.
He groaned as he slowly thrust into me. It is still dumbfounding how his size fits inside me. He was thick, long, and wide, and my body was too tight for him. But we fit just right. That was how perfect we were together.
He rocked in and out of me at a slow pace, and then he seated deep.
“Fuck, Maverick. I thought I wouldn’t have this moment with you again.” He pressed his forehead against mine.
We were both panting.
I couldn’t even find a words to say. It just felt good.
We felt good.
Then I wrapped my legs around his waist, encouraging him to go deep and hard. Then he did.
He fucked me hard and fast and shocked my world. My body shook. Before I could take another breath, he pulled out and flipped me over.
I was on my knees, on four, and then I watched his head dip, spread my ass cheeks and licked my folds. I moaned so loud and long. My body was arching, shuddering, and my toes curling in pleasure. I felt it everywhere, every inch of my body, and my inner muscles began clenching. And then his tongue was gone.
Lake knew my body very well for such a short time. Without a word, he slammed his cock inside me.
I yelped in surprise, and then I was moaning again.
“You’re so fucking tight.” He rocked into me so deep and fast that I saw stars behind my lids.
He knew I was closed, and he just smacked me on my ass cheek. It should piss me off, but it sends me over the edge. My orgasm came so fast and hard, my body shaking as I clenched around him.