“Forgive your brother, he lost his best friend as well.” She says softly. I knew that was coming.
I roll my eyes at her and let my feet carry me out the back door and down towards the stables.
I’m almost running down to the stables, where I know Maverick will be. I need to apologies to him about how I’ve been treating him.
Maybe mama’s right, maybe there is a reason, and I need to let him explain.
I owe myself that.
I want an answer, a proper one.
I see the way he looks at me and has done since he turned up on my door, I’m not blind, his eyes never falter.
Does he still loveme or am I reading this completely wrong?
Or does he feel some sort of guilt that’s eating him alive so much that he had to come back and face the music?
Turning the corner into the stables large entrance, I’m suddenly being knocked flying onto my back, and a gasp leaves my mouth at the painful thud as I land on the ground.
I open my eyes, trying to make sense of why I’m on the hard gravel when I feel the jolt before I see who is laying on top of me.
Maverick is placing all his weight on me as he shakes his head.
Damn, has he always this heavy?
“What the fu...” he starts and opens his eyes, looking into mine.
The heat spreading through my core at the automatic memory of him being in this position with me, I feel my cheeks burning.
“Hi, Mav,” I say, as I look up into his green eyes. He smiles, looking confused.
“Hi, Mabel,” he says, eyes gleaming down at me.
Fuck, no, Firefly.
I mean, I did almost ripped his head off twice when he called me it. Gazing into his eyes, I open my lips slightly. I feel the bulge in his jeans becoming harder.
It takes every ounce of me not to move my hips against his growing shaft, no matter how wet my pussy becomes or the fire that’s gone back into my soul.
I look at his lips as he licks them. This is too much. My pussy aches at the interaction.
I need to move away. Now.
“Should we umm...” I say as I move my hands from under his body and gesture to get up.
“Shit, sorry,” Mav says as he moves and drags me up with him.
I brush my shirt back down as it has ridden up with the force of Maverick falling onto me. I smile at him, trying to not be as venomous as before. My heart thumps in my chest.
Maverick starts looking out around the area outside the barn and I automatically spot the problem.
Stallion,the little shit.
“Ahh, see you’ve met Stallion-” I smile at him. “He’s a handful.” I shoot him a wink.
“So, I can see.” He snorts back at me.
He runs his hand through his hair, placing his Cowboy hat firmly back on his head.
