“I’m not a fucking therapist, Dee. I can’t help him.” I push past him.
“You can just give him a chance.”
A little while later we sing happy birthday, and after cake and ice cream, Kayla opens her gifts. As the party winds down, people begin to leave. I’m organizing Kayla’s gifts, and she received a lot, I hear Nix say, “Thank you,” from behind me.
“For what?”
“For being there for Kayla. I can tell that she really likes you. Kayla and I might not have the same blood, but I consider her my sister, and I love her. She’s been so happy lately and more confident in herself, and now I know it’s because of you.”
“You’re welcome.”
I don’t know how to take this praise from him.
After I help Kayla take her gifts to her room, I use the bathroom before I prepare to head home. When I open the door, Maverick is standing at the entrance. He pushes me back and steps inside. He locks the door.
“What do you want, Maverick”?
“You know what I want.”
An involuntary shiver runs through me at his words.
“Tell me that you don’t want me. We’ll both know it for the lie it is.”
“I can’t continue doing this with you, Maverick. I can’t control the responses my body has for you, but my brain knows that you’re no good for me. What happened to you? Why do you act the way you do?”
“Oh, so you want to hold hands and talk about our feelings? I don’t fucking have any.”
“Fuck you.” I try to get past him.
He pushes me back. I fall against the sink, causing a jarring pain in my lower back.
“Don’t make me scream.”
“We both know you won’t.”
Maverick walks to me, crowding my space then drops to his knees. He takes off my shoes, placing them by the tub. Next, he undoes the button and zipper of my jeans. I’m incapable of stopping him, because I’m weak and the need I have for him must be sated. He pulls my panties and jeans down my legs, lifting my legs to throw the bundle beside my shoes.
He attacks my clit aggressively. I moan as I slide my fingers through his hair to pull him closer. Maverick is invading my senses and I’m powerless to stop him. The way his tongue is lashing my pussy is taking me to heights I never could’ve imagined. He causes an unstoppable inferno in my body. When my climax hits me, I bite my lip to keep from screaming out in pleasure.
Maverick stands to his feet. I grasp his face, bringing his lips to mine for an impassioned kiss. He latches onto my hips, lifting me to position my ass on the sink. Maverick tugs his jeans and boxers down.
He seizes my thighs, spreading them wide to move between them, thrusting his length brutally until he’s seated completely inside. I pull my lips from his mouth as a small moan escapes me then drop my head to his shoulder. Maverick begins to move inside me. His fucking is unrestrained and aggressive. I bring my lips back to his to restart our kissing. He picks me up, turning to slam my back against the wall. His hands are gripping the back of my knees, holding me against the wall as he fucks me with violent vigor. My orgasm is all-consuming. I scratch his back as the power of the climax takes control of my body. I break the kiss, whimpering.
“Fuck,” murmurs Maverick as his thrusts become untamed. He groans as he releases his semen in the depths of my pussy.
Our breathing is rapid. He slowly lowers me to the floor. We stare each other, knowing that, at this moment, no matter what is said, the dynamics between us has irrevocably changed forever. Maverick steps away to get some tissue. He wipes between my legs. I close my eyes at the intimacy of his actions.
“Put your clothes on,” Maverick tells me as he tosses the tissue in the toilet before flushing it.
Once our clothes are on, I open the door. Dee and Nix are walking up the stairs as we step into the hallway. They watch us leave the bathroom. Cocoa makes a beeline for Kayla’s room. She slams the door shut behind her. Dee and Nix stop in front of me.
“You love her,” says Nix.
Dee watches me, waiting for my denial.
She makes me feel alive and I want things that have never previously entered my mind. She makes me hope, and hope is a dangerous thing. She lit a fire in me that had been extinguished for so long. One wrong move will snuff the flame out forever.
“I don’t love her. She was available, so I took what I wanted.”
