“Fire it back up, pretty boy,” I wink back at my best friend and Jake throws his head back into a laugh, his devilish grin on full view. He strums his guitar, beginning the next non-love song on his verylong list of songs he plans to play tonight.
Twenty-two
Maverick
Being back around the people that I’ve called my family for so long, warmed the ache in my heart I’d been feeling since the day I walked away.
Singing with my brother again brought me peace that I never knew was possible.
Hearing Mabel sing with my brother, like she used to do with me all those years ago, brought a tear to my eye and a fire back into my soul.
As I look down at Ellie, who I’m spinning around the makeshift dance floor as her mama and my brother sing the lyrics toMorgan Wallen ft Post Malone – I had some help, I can’t stop myself from smiling wide and laughing back at thememories that I knew they’re singing about.
Growing up, this group was always together.
We were one gang, and one family.
The song couldn’t have been more perfect for us. We certainly had some help in any form of trouble we would get ourselves into. No matter the prank, or terrible situation each of us found ourselves in, we’d had some help with these people who dance next to me and around me.
Watching Mabel sing with my brother about the lands and legacy our parents are giving us, the guilt I feel is unimaginable. But when she held her gaze to mine, face completely unfazed by what she’s doing, that’s when my heart shatters all over again.
I know what she’s doing, an attempt to make me feel the burden that I left behind all those years ago, although what Mabel doesn’t realise, is that burden never left me and I have to tell her that, but I’m struggling to find the right words, or the moment.
As her face softens during the song, my eyes lock in with hers, the pain still flowing through them. I also see the heat, the fire burning behind the pain in her eyes.
I watch her squirm in her seat as she eye-fucks me from across the campfire. The blood instantlyrushes down to my cock, and I feel how hard it’s trying to break free through my jeans.
Fuck.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard.
Keeping my eyes locked firmly on hers, admiring her with a stern look on my face as she sung, the pre-cum leaving the tip of my cock and straight against my boxer-shorts. My cock painfully pushing to be let free and near her.
Ellie once again comes in between the tension that we both clearly housed, pulling Mabel’s eyes off mine and I let out a quiet sigh of relief; If she continues to stare me down like this, I won’t be able to control myself.
My erection hard and painful. If I thought with my dick, I’d have marched straight over there, picked her up from the chair she’s sitting in, wrapping her legs around my waist, I’d take her far away from the group of people that surrounded us.
I’d carry her back to our house that she decided to create, fuck her pretty little cunt, making her scream my name until her voice gave out.
I’d hold onto her, in her bed which would become ours and refuse to let go, but I can’t do that, no matter how much I want to.
I can’t just pick her up and throw her over my shoulderlike I used to, taking her away which she always would willingly do; the memories come flooding back of our last Fourth of July together before I left. We both rode out to our field on Dusty, where we made love for what felt like hours underneath the light that was the stars and fireflies that surrounded us.
And I can’t do that again with her, because of my fucked-up mistake…
The hard truth that I bestowed upon myself made my dick relax back into its normal position and I rearrange myself whilst I’m sure no one’s looking. After a few more songs that I decide to sing along with my brother, Wyatt announces that he’s taking a very tired looking Ellie up to bed.
I hang back, as Ellie makes her rounds around those still sitting at the campfire until she reaches me.
“Mr Maverick...” she starts, and my attention diverts fully on her.
“Would you read me a bedtime story?” she asks, head leaning to one side, and I’m completely taken aback by her question.
I look around to where my brother is resting with his guitar across his knee. He runs his hand through his hair as he looks towards Mabel, who’s standing with shock written across her face.
My eyes meet hers; I feel like this is crossing a lot of boundaries that we both couldn’t have imagined that we’d ever be crossing.
I look to her, eyes locking firmly on her and she lets out a sigh, slumping her shoulders before nodding her head up and down at me as a go ahead to her daughters innocent question.
