My cock thickened a bit as I thought about it. It was probably good Maverick wasn’t here. I’d jump him instead of getting some sleep.
The sex with him had been incredible. Better than I ever would have expected.Waybetter than with my last girlfriend, which was a little disturbing. Like, had I just been going through the motions for years or what? Because Maverick set me on fire in a way no one had in a very long time.
I parked and headed for the porch, feet dragging after the long-ass day I’d had. My screen door was propped open. I narrowed my eyes. What had Maverick done now?
I couldn’t help but remember that damn sex toy he’d leftme a couple of weeks ago. How things had changed. I’d never even entertained the thought of someone fucking me before. Then I’d used it, and now I couldn’t shake fantasies of the real thing with Maverick.
I approached my door with caution. A foil-topped casserole dish sat there, with a smaller plastic container beside it.
“What the…”
I crouched down for a closer look. There was a note. Maverick always had things to say when he pranked me.
Damon,
I made a lasagna for your parents. Please wish your dad a speedy recovery.
—Mav
My heart skipped. It wasn’t a prank at all. I leaned closer and inhaled. Yep. It really was lasagna. That was…sweet.
My gaze went back to the note, which had smaller text scribbled in, just barely fitting at the bottom.
P.S. My cookies are also for your dad since you won’t eat them.
I laughed out loud. He was giving me crap about our first meeting as neighbors, as he should.
I picked up his thoughtful gift and took it inside. Once I’d stashed the casserole in the fridge, I pulled out my phone and texted him.
Damon:
Do I need to be jealousof my dad now?
Maverick:
I don’t know. Do you?
Damon:
Pretty sure your cookies should be reserved for me.
Maverick:
You rejected my cookies last time I offered.
Damon:
My tastes have changed
Maverick:
Oh, really? So you do want my cookies?
Damon:
Heck yeah. Come home and I’ll show you how much.
Maverick:
