Page 20 of I Stop Somewhere Waiting For You

“I’m sure it’s nothing, J. Don’t even sweat it. Bishop’s smarter than to provoke me. I’ll see you at dinner, okay?” He extends his hand out toward me. I step forward, bringing mine up to meet his as we wiggle our fingertips against one another. “Woogity woogity.”

He offers up a half smile before turning and heading back toward his room. As soon as he exits, I release a sharp exhale before spinning and racing upstairs to get ready for school. This day is shaping up to be shit and it isn’t even 7 AM yet.

I rush into my room, slightly peeved that I’m not going to have time to shower before I leave. Shoving the door shut behind me, I spin only to have my back forced up against the wall with a hand clasped over my mouth.

Panic floods me for a split second before my eyes register his face. Once he’s confident I won’t scream, he slowly releases my mouth, though his body keeps me pinned in place.

“Mav,” I whisper.

He trails his fingertips down my side, over the fabric of my black yoga shorts until hitting the bare skin on my thigh. I quiver under his touch, and even though I’ve seen him plenty of times before, I’m fucking stunned by how sexy he looks right now. How does he get better-looking every time I see him?

I’m a mess. My hair’s piled high in a bun atop my head. I haven’t had a chance to put my contacts in yet, so I’m still sporting my bright red framed oversized glasses. My white cotton sleep shirt hangs off one shoulder, his eyes zeroing in on my exposed flesh before returning to my face.

“Is this okay?” he whispers as his thumb traces light circles on my outer thigh.

“Besides the fact that Nicky will fucking gut you if he catches you in here, yeah it’s fine.” I snort, and he cracks a wide smile, pressing his forehead to mine. “What are you doing here?” My voice comes out hushed.

“I wanted to see you,” he confesses.

I arch a brow. “And out of all the scenarios you could have orchestrated to have us bump into each other, storming the castle seemed like the best one?”

“Call me impulsive.” He shrugs as he takes half a step back. “Plus, pretty sure you wouldn’t be wearing this if I bumped into you on the street.” He bites his lower lip as his gaze rakes over my body.

I playfully shove at his chest. “I’m a hot mess.”

He snatches my wrist, pulling me into him and slapping my ass. “You’re sexy as fuck. Imma need these glasses to make a more consistent appearance because they are really doing it for me.”

“Oh, are they?” I laugh, about to pull away.

Maverick grips my chin in one hand, directing my gaze back to his. “Yeah.” He guides my hand down with his other, until my palm comes to rest over the hard-on threatening to burst through his jeans. “They really fucking are.”

He’s fucking huge. Heat floods my core and my mouth waters as thoughts of him taking me here, right under my brother’s nose, race through my mind. Boy’s willing to risk death and dismemberment for me, and that is surprisingly beyond hot. But the best part about Maverick? The part that hooks me and has me craving him? The only time I don’t feel broken is when he’s touching me.

“J!” Nicky calls out from the hallway, and I jump back.

“What?!” I shout in response. My heart rate skyrockets, but Maverick doesn’t even flinch. In fact, he stands firm while smirking at me, apparently finding the entire situation comical.

He slowly leans forward, his hand gripping me by the front of my waistband and pulling me back to him. Raising a finger to his mouth, he gestures for me to be quiet before slipping his hand inside my shorts.

“I gotta go meet the boys and prep for today. You need anything before I’m out?” Nicky asks from the other side.

Maverick pauses, his palm resting on the lower part of my abdomen as he looks to me for signs of resistance. Finding none, he cups my pussy overtop my white lace panties and there’s no way he doesn’t feel how drenched I am for him. His eyes darken, his jaw tightening as he begins massaging overtop my underwear.

“Ummm…” My voice comes out shaky as I fight to maintain enough composure to answer Nicky. “Nope, I think I’m good!”

“Okay, see you at dinner!”

“Yup!” I shout out a couple octaves too loud just as Mav shifts the scrap of lace to the side, running his fingers in between my slick folds.

His lips part, his mouth falling slightly agape as he massages my clit. “You’re so fucking wet for me,” he hisses, quickening his movements. “Background noise. Now.”

“Alexa,” I force out. “Play Jonsie’s Spotify playlist.”

Wolves by Sofia Karlberg (Spotify)

Wolves by Sofia Karlberg (Apple Music)

Music filters through the Bluetooth speakers in my room, drowning out my quiet moans.

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