“I didn’t say that. Obviously, I would have explained so you’d be prepared when you met the rest of my pack,” he says.
“Jumping the gun there, sunshine,” I mumble, reaching over to turn off my second alarm. “Maverick, the Death Riders? They’re not great people.”
“I’ve got two Alphas in my pack. I’m trying to get away from the club. The president is a cock.”
“Yeah, well maybe you should focus on setting your life up and give me a call when you’re done. Pretty sure I don’t need the drama no matter how pretty you are,” I say, walking into my bathroom.
He chuckles, and it is nearly obscene how good it sounds. It almost rolls into a purr when he speaks. “So you do think I’m pretty? I’d prefer fit or hot as fuck.”
“Of course you would.” I laugh back, enamoured with his ego despite the lies he told.
Propping my phone up on the ledge, I put our call over to handsfree as I start the water.
He stammers, “What are you doing?”
“Showering.” I smirk, thinking it was pretty obvious.
“You can’t do that,” he says quietly.
“Actually, Maverick, I can. Why do you think I can’t by the way?” I purposely tease him, payback for the way he distracts me from him acting shady one second and making me ga-ga with his confidence the next.
“You’re naked.”
I bark out a laugh, looking down at myself. “Holy shit, I am.”
His groan follows me under the water. “This is your payback?”
“Nah, this is me multitasking. Honestly, Maverick, if it was payback, I’d turn the camera on for you.”
“I admit I’ve been bad, I need to be punished,” he says quickly, and his apologetic tone is non-existent, his sparkling self-assurance shining bright. And God, I am a sucker for it.
Without thinking too hard about it I press the FaceTime button. I hear another groan before his phone drops and bounces over the floor. “Fuck,” is all I hear, and then a couple of seconds later, his face fills the screen. He looks tired, really tired. The glow of warmth from his hazel eyes is missing, but he’s still drop dead gorgeous.
The little ledge my phone sits on means you can only see the tops of my shoulders, and I know because none of my girls have ever whined about seeing my boobs, and they would.
It’s actually pretty funny watching him try to reach up on his tippy toes to see if he can see more, which he can’t. When he looks back at me, some of the missing intensity in his eyes has come back, along with a dangerous twinkle that I know so well.
“We should do this in person. Not over the phone,” he says, a new edge to his voice.
“Do what?” I tease, taking a step back. A few more and he’ll be able to get a glimpse of what he wants.
“I should be there with you. I know you’d smell incredible and I’d help you out.”
“How?”
“Lots of shower oil is all I need and I’d take my time washing every inch of your body.”
“No sex between us? Wow, I’m kind of surprised because that’s where my mind went. But hey if you…”
“Lots of sex, however you want it. You want me on my knees licking your pussy, I’m there. You want me to take you against the wall with your legs wrapped around my hips…”
I laugh. It sounds perfect really, but I am not going to class all wound up by Maverick’s delayed dirty talk. Especially when I’ve got a long day ahead of me. “Another time perhaps, or maybe not. Before you get the right to touch me, Maverick, I want solid answers.”
“Anytime, you know I offered breakfast already. I could literally tell you all my secrets in about ten minutes, and then the rest of the time…”
“Goodbye, Maverick,” I say laughing.
“Come watch me fight, Tris.”
