Our bodies work in unison. Sweat rolling down his chest and clinging to my back. A mouth on my shoulder and a thumb pressing into where I’m most sensitive. It’s frantic, both of us knowing we’re working on borrowed time.
The second orgasm rushes up my spine, a blaze of fire on my skin. I scream, not because he told me to, but because it feelsso fucking good, and I almost collapse on the mattress.
Maverick follows me, five more thrusts before I feel the warmth of his release deep inside me. The jerk of his legs and the long, low groan from the back of his throat.
“Emmy,” he says. “God. You’re going to take it all, aren’t you?”
I do.
Every drop, including the cum that trails down my leg. He wipes his fingers through it then presses it back into me, an intimacy I’ve neverexperienced before.
With gentle care he rubs my shoulders and rolls me onto my back. He massages my cheek and my mouth opens willingly. Maverick pulls the underwear out and kisses me like there’s no tomorrow.
“Hi,” I whisper, and his eyes twinkle.
“Hi,” he whispers back, and his nose brushes against mine. “Are you okay?”
I nod, something warm and fuzzy pressing against my ribs with his quiet consideration. “Never better.”
“Good. I don’t want to, but I should clean you up.”
“Yeah.” I yawn and stretch my arms above my head. “I really don’t want the guys to see me like this.”
“Absolutely not. My eyes only.” He scoots off the bed and holds out his hand. “You want to take a shower?”
“I think that would make what we did in here really obvious.” I smile and fix my clothes. “Can I have my underwear back, please?”
“Nope.” He jumps into his sweatpants and shoves the lace in one of his pockets. “It’s mine now.”
“You can’t keep stealing my underwear, Miller. I’m not going to have any left soon.”
“That’s the point, isn’t it?” He grins. “Question of the day?”
“Asking me to come up with questions after you’ve fucked me isn’t fair. I can’t think straight.” I groan and stand up, my legs a little wobbly. “We’re going with the bare minimum tonight: does pineapple belong on pizza?”
“Fuck, no,” he answers right away. “Please tell me you agree.”
“I do. What’s your question?”
“What’s the best popsicle flavor?”
“Wow. We’re all over the place tonight.” I laugh and make sure my skirt is buttoned. “Orange.”
“Incorrect. Grape is where it’s at.”
“You are so weird,” I say, and I walk toward the bathroom door to clean up.
“You love it,” Maverick tosses back, and for one terrifying second, I think I might.
THIRTY-NINE
MAVERICK
Me
Whose jersey are you wearing for Heroes and Legends night?
It’s so nice to not have to dress up in a suit and tie. We need to have some more of these next season.
