MAVERICK
“Whoa. Why the long face?” I shoved a spoonful of butter pecan ice cream into my mouth as I watched Lake’s face seemingly in deep, miserable thoughts. “Babe?”
“Yeah?” He looked at me, looking guilty.
“Did you just cheat on me in that four hours?”
“Baby, why do you always think like that?”
“Lake, cheating doesn’t only mean you’re sleeping or kissing the other woman. Could be lying, keeping something important from me.”
“I know.” He rose from the chair to join me on the couch. Then he pulled me close to him so he could hug me. “You like that?”
“Yeah. You want some?” I scooped and offered, but he shook his head.
“I want to tell you something.” I could feel the heaviness of guilt in his voice. Whatever he was about to say, I was sure he had reasons.
“Shoot.”
“I went to Nana.” It lightened up my chest when he called my grandmother Nana. One time, when he talked about my father, he called him Papa even though I still called Gaetano by his name.
“And?” I met his gaze.
“Your mother was there.”
My mood soured. “You mean, you intentionally went there to talk to that woman.”
“Before you punch me in the nose. Hear me out first.”
“What have I been doing for the last few minutes, Lake? Just say it.”
He felt the irritation in my voice, and he squeezed me into a hug. “I’m sorry, okay.”
“It’s fine.” I put the bowl down. “Why did you meet her, Lake?”
“I let her sign an agreement to stay away from you-”
“And offered her money.”
“Yeah. How did you know that?” His brows pinched.
“That’s what rich people do. Buy someone’s silence or freedom, etc.”
“Ouch.” His face distorted.
“Don’t ouch me. Let me guess. She signed it, took the money, and then dashed out of the house before you changed your mind.”
“Something like that, but that’s not entirely what happened.”
“She asked for more money.”
“Nope.” He told me everything about what grandma said in their meeting in the kitchen until my mother signed the paper and ditched the money.”
“That’s impossible. She likes shopping, traveling, enjoying life until she runs out of cash.”
“She seemed to have a lot of regrets, but one thing I understood from what she said is that even if she didn’t try harder to raise you, she said you’re better off without her, and she would never be a good mother. She said she wasn’t even a good daughter or a good student in the first place. She couldn’t send for adoption because Nana loved you.”
“I think that she made the right decision after all.” I sagged against his chest, and he wrapped me in his arms securely and protectively. It felt just right like I always belonged in his arms.
“She told me to take care of you because she couldn’t, and she said to love you unconditionally.”
“I never doubt for a second that you do both.” I patted his arm. “Good job, Winston.”
“You know I will always love you through infinity, Augustine Maverick Bates II.”
“I feel like you’re making fun of my name.”
He shook to laugh, and I turned to see him.
“What are you not telling me, a guy with a mouthful of names?”
“I laughed when I first read your name.”
“So what you said when you proposed was true? Really. That’s not nice.” I hit his arm.
“You are not nice. You’re exceptional, my love.” He placed both hands on my tummy. “And I have no doubt you’re gonna be an exceptional mother.”
“Thank-” I gasped, and so did Lake. He stilled, and then we stared at each other.
“Is he rolling inside?”
I barked out, laughing. “He’s learning gymnastics, babe.”
“Atta boy.”
***
“I think we should stop doing this almost every other day,” I complained between moans.
“Oh, yeah?” He smirked, making fun of me as he thrust faster in shallow strokes. I started to feel heavy and a little uncomfortable lying without a pillow under my head.
Lake quickly lifted my head and put on a pillow as if he heard my mind. “Does this feel okay?”
“Much better.” I bent my knees and held my legs up so he could tunnel me.
“Look at this pussy, pink and so wet,” he said as he pulled his cock out, gaze remained between my legs.
I curled my toes, becoming self-conscious as the melasma started appearing in some places, especially on my face and inner thighs. I applied some pregnancy-safe cream, but my body was also changing.
“You’re fucking hot and beautiful. You don’t have to feel less confident about your body. Do you want to come on top?”
“No. I feel comfy in this position.”
He leaned in and captured my lips. “I swear I love you. I will still eat you and make love to you and fuck you even if you’re fifty.”
I held my laugh. “Okay, cowboy, that’s enough. Let’s just fuck, make me come so I can sleep.”
He shook to laugh, kissed me again, and muttered against my lips, “I love you, beautiful.”
“I love you, too.” I breathed a sigh of relief as we kissed again. From passion into a mouth-crushing, teeth-clashing, and tongue-sucking. Then he fucked me raw and needy.
“This is going to be fast,” he said through gritted teeth, muscles straining, veins popping on his arms and forehead.
I was too stretched with my half melon size tummy, but I was horny enough I couldn’t resist.
He pulled out with a groan and entered me again. But when he slid his thumb over my clit and rocked in and out of me, it was just everything I wanted to take me right to my climax.
“Lake!”
“Yes, beautiful. Come around me.” He breathed out his words, sounding as if he was in pain.
“Yes.” Breathing in heavy pants, I came hard, seeing stars bursting behind my eyes as I continued clamping around his cock that I almost passed out.
“Fuck, Maverick.” He growled out, his cock swelling, jerking as he came outside my folds. I felt his warm thick creamy dripping down my ass. Breathing hard, he kissed my lips, tracing kisses down my chest to my tummy before he dropped himself beside me.
“That was awesome.”
He chuckled. “So should we stop the every other day? I’m good with once a week.”
“Maybe the book said something about how frequently we should have sex?”
“Or I will just eat you.” He smiled against my lips.
“Shut up. I need to sleep.”
He got up from bed and came back later with a wet towel in his hand. Without a word, he spread my thighs and cleaned up my pussy.
“You really don’t have to do this.” I felt my heart just swell. He was true to his words that he would take care of me, and my well-being and our unborn child were his priority. Even though I could still clean up myself, he made an effort that I would never forget.
“You don’t have to get up. You can get some rest once I’m done cleaning you.” Once he was done, he kissed my lips and went back to the bathroom.
He was back in bed, already wearing pajama bottoms, when he grabbed a cream and rubbed it on my tummy. He has not missed a night since my baby bump started growing.
“Thanks.”
“No thanks needed. I told you I will take care of you.”
“You just want another baby.”
He kissed me with a smile on his lips. “Probably.”