Why did he follow me out here?
How did he know where I was?
I do my best to hold steady on my own two feet, on top of the blanket that I laid in the same place every year, as I watch Maverick hold his stance upon the horse that’s charging towards me.
The night sky’s not lit up enough to see his face; however, I feel the fire behind the man who’s running towards me as fast as he can.
I’m trying hard to keep my breathing hollow, and my drunken ass in control.
“Woah, boy,” Maverick says, as he pulls back on his reins to slow Dash down to a halt next to Dusty. I take another gulp of my wine, finishing the glass as I watch him, still frozen. Maverick gives Dash a pat on his neck as I watch him swing his leg over the back of him and dismount with ease, like he’d never stopped riding all this time he’s been gone.
He ties Dash up on the post next toDusty, as he gives my old boy some attention.
“Good to see you too, old man,” Maverick says to my horse, Dusty whining at the sight of him; he remembers who he is. I refuse to move from the space, still watching him with a questionable look.
“Knew I’d find you out here,” Maverick says, trying to break some of the tension between us.
I smirk back at him, once again raising the glass to my lips. “What are you doing here?” I ask him, as I shake my head.
Maverick doesn’t reply to me, just keeps stomping towards me, where I’m still standing on my blanket. For a moment I think he doesn’t hear my question.
“I was worried,” he replies to me, as he reaches me, standing so close to me.
“I’m a big girl, no need to worry.” I once again find myself shaking my head at him as well as rolling my eyes.
I take a seat back down on my blanket, reaching for the bottle of wine and pouring myself a glass, before reaching into my rucksack, pulling out another glass.
“I’ve only got white wine,” I offer to him, as he follows my lead and takes a seat down on the floor with me.
“White’s fine with me,” he smiles back at me as heleans his body weight back onto his hands.
I offer him the plastic cup, which he takes whilst brushing his fingers alongside mine. The typical bolt of electricity once again flows throughout my body as I let go and place my hand back around my own cup, heat filling my cheeks.
A gust of wind blows against us and moves my hair over my face, but before I can correct it and push it back, familiar hands stroke my cheeks as Maverick moves my hair out of my face and tucks it comfortably behind both my ears.
I can’t help but smile sadly back at him, my eyes fighting the memories and feelings that are hitting me harder than a bullet. Maverick moves his hands into his lap as he crosses his legs and sits up into a more upright position.
“She’s one of a kind that little lady of yours,” he says as my heart wills to take what I always thought my rightful place was on his lap.
Instead, I take another sip of my drink. “She sure is,” I say, breathing as deeply as I can, trying to stop myself from jumping on top of him, rubbing my already wet pussy along his shaft.
“I have to ask...” Maverick says as he clears his throat. “Where’s her daddy?”
My mouth suddenly becomes dry and once again the pain arises up from the pit of my stomach.
Holy shit.
I knew this was coming.
“I- um- I,” I manage out, trying to clear my throat.
Maverick notices the discomfort I now find myself in and quickly reaches for my hand.
“Sorry, I don’t mean to pry,” he starts, still holding onto my hand with his firm grip.
I let out a hard breath.
Now is as good as time as any time as any.
