“I could get used to that face,” I hear Maverick say, as I open my eyes and look up to him with a smirk creeping across his face as I come back down to earth from my high.
“Let’s see yours then?” I smirk back at him, offering a challenge in my question.
“Hold on tight, Firefly,” he replies, giving me the most devilish grin, before smashing his lips back onto mine.
I hold on to his neck as his thrusts become erratic, and his groaning becomes deeper. I hear the slaps becoming louder as he pounds into me.
“Fuck, baby, I’m going to cum,” he says licking his lips, eyes burning into mine.
“Yes,” I moan as Maverick thrusts once more into me as he growls in euphoria. I feel his pleasure as he finishes inside of me, letting out a hard moan against my lips.
Maverick collapses next to me, pulling me into his arms as he does. “Yeah, I could get used to that,” he laughs out, breathless and I laugh with him.
Now this, is exactly how I remember sex to be.
Nowthis, is how I remember it wasn’t all a dream.
Thirty-two
Maverick
Looking over towards my friends, I finish of the lyric I’m singing, as the song ends.
“Not bad for one rehearsal,” Colter says sitting in the corner, leaning against his old and beat up guitar.
“If anyone’s gonna pull this shit off, it’s us.” Luke laughs as he hold his drumsticks in one hand and drinks his water bottle in the other.
I wipe the sweat from my brow and take a swig of the bottled water I have beside me. “We got time for another go?” I ask,placing the water bottle down on the table.
The boys check their watches at the same time and look back at me with unease. “Don’t think so, it’s almost half six,” my brother says, giving me a sympathetic look.
“Besides, Hope’s just text me, the girls are heading to McCoys,” Luke gives me a sheepish look. Placing my guitar down, I stand up, knowing that the girls means that my one will be there.
“What are we waiting for?” I ask, placing my guitar back in my stand.
My mom and dad never did change the music room they made for me, and then in turn Jake when he took after me and learned how to play.
This small slice was our place of sanctuary and peace, us boys would spend our lives in here, the girls always tagging along listening to us play.
But right now, I’m so glad this hasn’t changed.
We never called ourselves a band. I loved to sing and play, and they just loved to play. It worked when we were kids.
The boys snicker at my eagerness to get down to our local dive bar. Luckily Jake isn’t due to perform tonight as the whole town will be out tomorrow to see him.
And me.
The thought dawns on me and I slightly shit my pants at the thought. My throat becomes dry, and my hands start to sweat.
Just as my panic attack starts to form, Colter slaps me on the back and pulls me out of the forming hole. “You good, brother?” He asks, and I see the concern written across his face. I let myself take in a deep breath before answering him.
“Yeah man, nervous,” I shrug back at him.
He offers me a reassuring grin, “Don’t be, we’ll pull it off.”
I fucking hope so.
I place my hand onto his shoulder and offer him a nod back.
