Page 85 of You Saw the Best In Me

We dance for the rest of the night until Mav picks us up and takes her home.

She doesn’t live too far from us; her apartment building is just around the corner.

“Bye, bestie,” she slurs, climbing out of the truck and nearly falling on her face.

Maverick waits until she’s inside before pulling away, and I can’t help myself from lifting the middle console and teasing him under his sweatpants.

“Kitten, don’t start something when you’re wasted. I refuse to take advantage of you,” he says, stopping my hand from dipping into the waistband of his boxers.

“I am a fully grown woman who is completely capable of consent. Now, fuck me in the backseat. Please,” I beg, and he rolls his eyes but pulls over to an abandoned lot.

“Get that fine ass over here,” I say, biting my lip and climbing into the back.

“Karina, you drive me fucking insane,” he says, leaving love bites on my collarbone and breasts.

Somehow, I convince him to let me suck him off in the backseat of his truck, and when he finishes down my throat, I’m ready for my turn.

“Jesus Christ,” Maverick breathes, moving me so my ass is in the air.

He pushes inside me, and I instantly moan, feeling how his cock stretches me.

His thrusts are fast and reckless, making me scream with pleasure until he covers my mouth with his hand, slapping my ass lightly with the other.

“Quiet, kitten. Let’s see if you can be a good girl,” he whispers in my ear, sending shivers through my body.

Before long, I’m silently begging him to let me come, and when I do, I swear I see fucking stars.

My man pounds into me until I feel his muscles tense, and he finishes inside me.

“Fuck, Karina,” he whispers, kissing my shoulder where he left a bite mark.

We help each other get dressed, and he lets me rest my head on his shoulder for the rest of the ride.

Being in a relationship isn’t as horrifying as I always made it out to be, but that’s because I’m with Maverick.

He makes life simple, happy, and so much more fun.

On Sundays, we go to the shooting range at Old Man Tony’s, and I recently took the test to own a concealed firearm legally. I’ll know the results soon, and Maverick thinks I aced the test.

He made me study for days, rewarding me with little treats whenever I got a section of practice questions correct.

Soon enough, I’ll be able to carry a weapon legally and know how to use it. I'd have laughed if you had told me this would be my life. I never cared for domesticated life like this, but now that I know how good it feels — I’m addicted.

I can’t wait to pick out my own little piece of protection at Old Man Tony’s. He has a few saved solely for me. We’ve formed a great relationship over the last few weeks, and he’s so proud of my progress.

Harper has been around more often, too. Maverick trusts me to pick her up from school on my weekdays off, and we wander around the mall or grocery store while we wait for him to get home.

She’s cooking fantastically, preparing an entire chicken parmesan meal for us this weekend without Maverick’s help. I already took her to the store, following as she took the lead picking out her ingredients, learning a thing or two about the difference between fresh shredded cheese compared to the stuff in the bag.

It mostly flew over my head, but a big part of mine and Maverick’s dynamic is how well I get along with his little sister. I love kids, and this girl is by far my favorite.

Once one anxious door closes, another opens, and now that my mom is coming for the weekend, I’m losing my mind. Everything needs to be perfect, and I think I’ve fluffed the couch pillows twenty times in the last few hours.

“Baby girl, stop worrying. Your mom will be happy here just because she is with you,” Maverick tells me as I rearrange my living room for the hundredth time.

He’s right, I need to relax, but I haven’t spent more than twenty-four hours with my mother in nearly eight years, and before that our relationship was fucked.

My dad left us, and I rebelled so hard that I had to flee my life. I’ve missed out on so much, like my mom marrying again, and I couldn’t attend the wedding.