“I’d like to think we’re perfect together.”
fourteen
CADE
Maverick pullsthe ingredients from the fridge for the bacon-wrapped asparagus and places them on the freshly cleaned counter. His housewarming party is in a few hours, and he wants to get everything done before guests arrive.
We decorated earlier today, making sure there were sparkling lights wrapped around the bars of the patio, there were extra chairs and he was able to snag a few boxes of pastries from his bakery.
I offered to do the cooking since he had to work yesterday, but he said he’d rather we did it together.
I already added the meatballs to the crockpot—a newer design, but something I was familiar with from before my curse—and organized the charcuterie board that’s cooling in the fridge. We also made some kind of pig-in-a-blanket thing stuffed with meats and cheeses. Maverick let me wrap a few after he showed me how it was done. They look nothing like his, but I’m proud of them.
And Maverick was proud of me, too. I saw the glint in his eyes as he looked at me folding the dough, making sure to flour the counter before I started. My heart almost beat out of my chestas a blanket of happiness settled over me. If I’m not mistaken, Maverick feels about me the same way I feel about him.
I knew from the first moment I smelled him that I loved him. My soul became entwined with his, knowing who he was on a deeper level than most humans could ever dream of. He was mine—fate told me he was—making it easy to fall for him.
Falling in love with your mate within minutes or hours is normal for us. It might scare Maverick, so I’ll keep it to myself until a reasonable human time has passed.
Two weeks from now seems long enough.
He smiles as he rinses the vegetables. “I knew if I had asparagus on its own, no one would eat it. Gotta give the heathens some meat for them to eat healthily.”
“Most people eat it for dinner as a side, so I completely understand not wanting to eat it as a finger food.”
He glares up at me, but his face breaks open with a smile. “Yeah, well, I like it. It’s my party, so we’re having the fucking asparagus.”
I snake an arm around him, pulling his back to my front. “I’ll eat them, whether they have bacon or not.” I kiss behind his ear, feeling him shudder against me. “I’ll eat anything you cook for me.”
“You’re sweet.”
He moves out of my arms and gets started on wrapping the veggies. I sit on the counter, watching as he works. He has a pensive look on his face, and as he glances up at me, opening his mouth, but closing it quickly. Maverick does that two more times before he shakes his head with a sigh.
Something is on his mind, but he won’t tell me without some prodding. It’s only been a little over a week since he found me, but I’d like to think I know him by now. When he has something on his mind, he thinks that it’ll be an inconvenience if he says anything. I have to pull it out of him. I don’t mind; Maverick isworth the effort. I just wish he would realize that he can tell me anything and I’d never be upset with him.
“Got something to say, baby?” I prod, grabbing his hand before he can wrap more asparagus. “Talk to me, please?”
He sighs and pushes the food away. “I was wondering…yesterday and…when you showed yourself to me…”
When he goes silent, I prompt him again. “You were wondering…?”
Blowing out a long breath, Maverick asks, “How come I could take your cock so easily?” I tick up an eyebrow. “Me and Walt…he cheated on me because he said I couldn’t take his dick like he wanted me to. He liked it rough, with not a lot of prep. I mean, it was fine, because I liked that too. But he wasn’t patient, and he was big.” He looks up at me with wide eyes. “But you’re way bigger.”
I smirk and widen my legs, watching Maverick’s eyes drop to my crotch. “Thanks for the compliment, baby.”
“Seriously,” he says, rolling his eyes with a grin. “You’re bigger than him, so how come you can fuck me hard and deep, and it doesn’t hurt?”
“It’s my magic,” I tell him simply. “Our bond. You were made for me, so your body molds to mine. If you were to fuck me, the same thing would happen.”
He shakes his head. “Topping is fine sometimes, but I like bottoming more.”
I shrug. “If you did top me, my body would mold to yours, my hole would accept you just as easily as yours accepts my dick. I can bring you all the pleasure and none of the pain.”
“Magic…affects my body?” He rubs down his front, his hands shaking. “What does…what does that mean?”
“Nothing bad,” I say with a shrug, “It just means we’re made for each other. I won’t hurt you when it comes to our love life.” I hop down from the counter and walk behind him, letting mydick fall into his crease. “I make you feel good, right?” I kiss behind his ear, loving the reaction I get when I do. “Have you been in pain when I fucked you? Even when I was rough?”
“No,” he pants, rolling his hips so my hard cock gets the friction it’s begging for. “Never. You always feel so good.”
