Instead of answering, Maverick whips his cock out, widens his stance and jacks off. Of course, I watch because holy mustard it is insanely hot the way he squeezes his fist around his cock, and the way his hand pumps almost aggressively. “Let me blow on your stomach, since you dressed so fucking pretty just for me.”
I mean, he’s not wrong and the thought of his come on my bare stomach has my pussy clenching in need. Maverick pitches up on his toes as he keeps jacking himself off; the noises falling past his lips are obscene while the look in his eyes is nothing short of devotion. I move around trying to make it easier forhim to do what he wants, the feeling of his come on my skin is making me nearly desperate.
His fist and the top of his cock are covered in pre-come and it’s a pretty sight. Much like the scent rolling off him is equally satisfying. His eyes lock on my face and I can see how close he is, and we both kind of move at the same time. I wrap my hand around his fist, and he kisses me in that mind-destroying way of his before he makes a rumbling growl-groan a moment before a warmth hits my stomach.
A small wave of pleasure, not like an orgasm, but still equally satisfying rushes over my skin. It feeds a sense of ownership in my Omega thoughts at knowing I am the one wearing his release. Except I want a little more, my fingers scoop up his release and I twist away from his kisses so I can suck his still warm come off his fingers.
His eyes dilate almost as quickly as I swallow him down. “Fucking hell, Tristan. Are you seriously wanting me to bend you over and knot you?” he snarls in shock.
“I wouldn’t say no,” I splutter, a little surprised he missed that part.
Instead of arguing back, he starts laughing, and it’s not a light giggle it’s a deep laugh. “You’re fucking perfect. And we are doing this.”
“Huh?” I grunt, not using my words.
“This… me and you. Anything you want.” He leans closer while he talks to kiss me, but I twist away, denying him my mouth. I am not about to share the lingering taste of his come in my mouth, even with him.
“I’m going away tomorrow for a week but the second I am back, I am picking you up and we’re going somewhere private so I can…”
“If you do good on your promise of bending me over, sign me up,” I interrupt.
“Fucking booked in already.” He laughs, leaning in for a quick kiss before pulling away and looking at me suspiciously. “You’re not upset I’m going away?”
I shrug. “Maybe you should ask yourself that question, Maverick. I mean, areyouupset I’m going away?”
Without giving him a chance to reply, I duck under his hand and make a dash for the door, spinning back to show him I’ve wiped the rest of his come off my stomach. In the heat of the moment, it was a very good idea, but I know he’d lose his fucking mind if I walked out through the crowd with his release like it’s a piece of body art.
“You’re killing me, you know that, right?”
“See you when I get back. And while you’re away perhaps you can send me a couple more photos like the earlier one before your fight.”
“With or without clothes?”
I open the door, laughing the whole time. “I’m wounded you have to ask.”
Chapter
Twenty-Eight
TRISTAN
Leaving Maverick isn’t hard, and not because I’ve changed my mind about him; I’d be happy to explore our connection some more. Maybe I’m a fool for believing he wants to explain things properly, but it won’t stop me calling, texting, and catching up when he asks. Plus, the man kisses like a demon.
Walking through the crowd, I send off a text to King, letting him know I’m heading back to Unity after catching up with Maverick. I know he’ll have his phone switched off and that’s okay, it’s more important to me that the message is there waiting. From the get-go, I’ve told King all my secrets.
I stop dead in realisation, and my stomach drops to my feet. He does know all my secrets except one fucking huge one…I haven’t told him about Tyson. A wave of guilt has me swaying on my feet.
Big Tom appears next to me, his hand on my back pushing me forward.
“What happened?” he asks quietly. “You see something I need to know about?”
I shake my head. “I seriously think I need help,” I offer without explaining myself.
He takes control of the situation in his stoic way, steering me without panic through the crowd of people, out the front doors. He waits until we’re away from the crowd before he speaks again. “I’m going to go out on a limb here and take a stab at what’s got you scenting all guilty and distressed.”
Keeping pace with him as he walks through the carpark means my legs are working overtime. And I speed up so I can look at him, to try to get a bit of a hint at where he’s going. Big Tom hasn’t offered me any insight since he suggested I not sit on Maverick’s bike.
“All right, tell me.”
