My name fell off his lips in a panting chant, each one twisting around my heart. My feet dug into his ass as he chased his release, urging him on. His movements stuttered, and he buried his dick as deep inside of me as he could. The grip he had on my thigh was brutal as he pinned me to the bed.
His teeth sank into my shoulder hard enough to break skin as his cum flooded my body, a guttural moan escaping him. Itangled my fingers in his hair, holding him through each wave of pleasure that crashed through him.
We stayed that way as he came down, locked together as we panted. His lips brushed against the tender spot, and he soothed the mark with the flat of his tongue.
“Are you okay?” Maverick asked when his breathing had finally steadied.
“Yeah,” I whispered, nodding. Okay wasn’t the right word to describe how I felt, but I didn’t have the right words to do so. My body hummed with the aftershock as cum cooled on my skin.Happy? Relaxed? Connected? Loved?That last one hit the hardest, creating a lump of emotion in my throat that I tried to push away.
“Areweokay?” he replied—the raw vulnerability in his voice with that question wrapped around my heart like a vise.I never wanted him to feel like we weren’t okay.
Instead of saying anything, I took his face in my hands and kissed—really kissed him. Slow and deep, pouring every intense, inexplicable thing I felt into that kiss. I just hoped to hell he could feel it.
CHAPTER 32
maverick
I had to go home, but I didn’t want to wake you. I hope you slept well, and I’ll see you later… hopefully tonight. We have a business dinner thing I have to be at, so it’ll be late.
Love, Harley
Love… he wrote the wordlove.
Love, Harley.
Did that mean what I thought it meant? Was this some casual way of telling me that he loved me?
I stared hard at the little note I’d found on my counter as I willed it to give me the answers I wanted. I flipped the paper over on the off chance Harley had magically written more on the back—a…ah ha, gotchakind of thing—but it was blank.
Fuck… did Harley love me?
Did I love Harley?
To be honest, I didn’t have a clue what love was. What love was supposed to feel like. The closest thing I had to love was what I felt for my mom, but at the end of the day, I honestly couldn’t tell if I truly loved her or felt like I had to. It certainly wasn’t a feeling I’d ever experienced, so I had nothing to base it on.
What I felt for Harley was nothing like that.
I liked Harley. I liked his part in my life. I liked his laugh and smile. I liked the way the world faded away when he was here.And I cared about him.I’d fuck up anyone who messed with him. His mother included if I thought it wouldn’t hurt him in the long run.
But did I love him? Was this intense, all-consuming feeling in my chest considered love?
Unfortunately, it wasn’t something I could dwell on. I had too much shit to do—shit I welcomed because I wasn’t sure I was ready to face that. I showered, got dressed, and skipped breakfast in favor of a quick drink and a granola bar for later. I almost had my door locked and closed when I realized that Aidan was outside, just leaning against my car.Shit.
“What the fuck do you want?” I demanded. “And get off my goddamn car.”
He didn’t move when I tossed my jacket in the backseat. I crossed my arms and squared my shoulders, waiting for him tosay something. He didn’t. Not right away. The douchebag just stared at me, eyes narrowed like he was scrutinizing me. While he did, I assessed my car and tried to figure out whether or not he’d gone through it. It wasn’t unlike him to help himself to my shit.
“Jesus fuck, Aidan,” I snapped. “Either say something or get out of the way. I have work.”
“A bus of tourists showed up,” he began.
“Jesus fuck,” I groaned. This whole stupid thing was about another job, and I wanted nothing to do with it. “Get fucked.”
“It’s a bunch of old people,” he said over me. “They look like tourists, which means they’ll act like tourists, and that means they’re going to end up at your fucking bar. I need you to do what you do with as many of them as you can.”
“No,” I said. “I’m not doing it.”
“What do you mean,you’re not doing it?”
