Then something else takes over. Some deep-seated need. A primal desire. And when he grabs my hip, holding it tightly as he starts to rock faster and harder, I moan out my encouragement.
“Yes, oh God, yes. More. Maverick.More.”
He dips down and captures my breast in his mouth, grazing over my nipple before releasing it and doing the same to the other side.
I grip his hair, tangling my fingers through the curls, holding him to me as I writhe underneath his unrelenting thrusts. Until he rears back, forcing my hands to drop as he comes up over me, never stopping the push-pull of his hips. He grabs my legs and lifts them up to his shoulders.
“Fuck, Specs. Look at you. Look at your perfect fucking pussy taking me like this. Like you were made for my dick.” His growly dirty talk makes my back arch up off the bed. One large hand covers my breast again, squeezing almost painfully but stopping just this side of pleasure. Then he drags his hand down over the slope of my stomach to play with my clit, palming it, pinching it, then flicking it with his thumb until the combined sensations overwhelm me and I come undone, crying out his name.
His own orgasm follows right after, his ragged shouts echoing the thrusts of his cock driving into me. He collapses down on me, his lips kissing whatever skin he lands on. His heavy weight is welcome and I run my hands up and down his back, loving the feel of his surrender.
He rolls off after a minute, going to the bathroom to deal with the condom. Climbing back into the bed, he moves in beside me, rolling me onto my side before wrapping his large body around mine and kissing the top of my head once it’s pillowed on his arm.
“You’re changing me, Specs. In a really good way.” His soft statement fills me with indescribable feelings of happiness. And cocooned in his embrace, everything feels right. I’m exactly where I want to be.
My last thought as I drift off to sleep, safe and satisfied and deliriously happy in his arms, is a simple one. Yet it holds the power to change everything.
I’m in love with Maverick King.
Chapter thirty-one
Sadie
Maverick left today for a stretch of away games, and I already miss him. So much so that I texted Ali on my way home from work, asking if she wanted a night of takeout and trashy television. She agreed, and we ended up gorging on Chinese food and cheap wine at her place.
In between bites of ginger beef, checking in on the game, and yelling at the dating show we’re sort of watching, I brought her up to speed on everything going on between me and Maverick.
Everything except the fact that I’m in love with him. That’s something I feel like I should tell him first.
It’s late by the time we turn off the TV, and after so much wine, I’m easily convinced to just sleep here. When we’re in her bed, Ali shifts onto her side and says, “I’m really happy for you, Sadie.”
I smile at my best friend, the woman who has been with me through so much for so long. “Thanks.”
Ali yawns and rolls over. “And if any of the other Tridents are looking for a lady, you know where to find me.”
As per always, she falls asleep instantly, soft snores coming from her side of the bed. It doesn’t bother me, not after almost twenty years of friendship and more sleepovers than I can count.
I roll onto my side and pick up my phone. There’s two messages from Maverick, and judging by the time, he must have sent them right before his game started.
MAVERICK: Hey Specs. Hope you’re doing okay. If you need anything just call Colin.
I smile in the dark. Always looking out for me in his own gruff way. And his second message, sent a few hours after the first, makes me silently swoon.
MAVERICK: Wish I could kiss you goodnight.
The team is down in Denver playing the Bandits tonight and tomorrow, and it’s only one hour ahead. If he’s asleep, that’s fine, but I can’t go without responding to him.
SADIE: XOXO.I know it’s not the same. I miss your kisses too. Good game tonight!
To my surprise, I see the three dots pop up immediately.
MAVERICK: Can I call you?
I quietly slide out of Ali’s bed and move to the living room, closing her door behind me. Then I reply.
SADIE: Yes
An incoming video call lights up the screen and I nervously pat at my hair before answering.
