Page 31 of I Stop Somewhere Waiting For You

“Are you sure?” he whispers, his hand lightly tracing the length of my collarbone.

“Maverick.” I reach up, taking hold of his face. “I promise you I will tell you loud and clear if I don’t want something. But if this is going to work, you have to listen to me when I tell you what I need. And right now?” I drop my hands, my eyes morphing with fierce resolve as a fire ignites within my soul. “I need you to fuck the memory of that night out of me. Make it so when you’re done, the only touch my body remembers is yours.” His eyes grow hungry, his hands gripping my hips at sound of my demands. I lean into him, my mouth hovering by his ear. “Fuck me until I don’t have any doubts about who I belong to.”

The words barely leave my lips before Maverick’s throwing me back onto the bed. He quickly shoves down his jeans, taking the waistband of his boxers with them. He fists his huge cock in his hand, massaging himself as he climbs onto the bed and settles between my legs.

“Condom?” he asks, his breathing labored.

I shake my head. “I’m on the pill. I started taking it after…”

He lets out a growl as he dives forward, his mouth locking with mine before I can finish the statement. I can feel him slowly dragging himself up and down my length between my slick folds, coating the tip of his dick with my arousal. He slips back down, positioning himself at my entrance, where he stills for a moment. Pressing his lips to mine once more, he slides into me, stealing my breath in the process. I gasp as he fills me completely to the hilt before pausing, allowing me to adjust to his massive size inside me.

“Jesus Christ,” he moans against the side of my neck, “you’re so fucking tight. Fuck,” he hisses. He takes several deep breaths before he begins to move ever so slightly. Stray tears escape my eyes from the pain, and Mav licks them from my face. He sits up, reaching in between us to massage my clit with his thumb, and my eyes roll back into my head. He palms my breast with his other hand as he continues to fuck me with slow, steady strokes. The conflicting sensations are sensory overload, and it isn’t long before the pain fades and I’m left with nothing but pleasure.

My hips start moving against him, meeting him thrust for thrust until he’s got both hands on my hips and he’s pounding into me. “Oh my God…” I moan out and he falls forward, guiding my legs up around his hips as he continues to drive into me repeatedly. “Mav, oh shit!”

“That’s it, baby. Say my name.” His thrusts quicken. “Tell me who’s got you.”

“You,” I breathe. “You’ve got me, Mav.”

“Damn fucking straight I do.”

He pulls out of me, and my body weeps at the emptiness left in the wake of his withdrawal. It doesn’t last long though before he effortlessly flips me over onto all fours, slipping inside me once again.

Mav’s hand grips my hair at the roots, pulling me back up into him so I’m flush with his chest. His hand releases my hair, traveling around to the front of my neck where he applies pressure as he continues to drive up into me.

My head falls back against his shoulder, my ass grinding into him as his free hand trails down my lower stomach in between my legs to find my clit. He strums me like a fucking instrument, and I know I’m mere seconds away from another orgasm. I ride him harder as he continues to stroke my pussy, while applying slightly more pressure to my throat.

I feel his breath near my ear. “No one but me will touch this body ever again. Do you understand me, J?”

“You think you own me?” I force out, teetering on the edge.

“No,” he nips at my ear, “you own me. And I protect my fucking Queen.”

I fucking explode. The scream that tears from my mouth as I clench around him, coming all over his cock, is so fucking cathartic, and in this moment, I am beyond thankful for the obnoxious bass bumping from the party still in full swing below.

“Fuck!” Maverick roars as he falls along with me, his body jerking as he finishes inside me.

I sink back into him, his dick still seated inside me as a wide smile spreads across my face. “Wow,” I breathe out, a slight chuckle escaping my throat.

“Yeah,” Mav’s chest heaves against my back as he tries to catch his breath. “Wow is fucking right. Holy shit, baby.” He presses a kiss to my cheek before slipping out of me. He collapses into the bed as I stare down at him, his hand caressing the bare skin of my thigh. I smile, looking up and away when something catches my eye across the room.

I slowly climb from the bed, swooping low to snatch Mav’s shirt and shove it over my head where it falls to mid-thigh. I pad across the room, coming to stop in front of a stunning bouquet of the most beautiful flowers I’ve ever seen. They look like peonies, but instead of the typical white or dusty pink color you’d typically find, they’re a deep dark burgundy. So rich, they look almost black in this light.

I hear movement behind me and spin to find Mav doing up his jeans. He approaches me, retrieving his gun from my nightstand and holstering it into the back of his waistband as he advances. I spin back to face the flowers just as his large frame envelopes me, his strong arms wrapping around me from behind.

“You really didn’t think I’d storm the castle without bringing gifts, did you?” He kisses the top of my head.

“They’re beautiful,” I whisper as my fingertips trace over their delicate petals. “I’ve never seen peonies so dark before.”

“They seemed fitting. You like them?”

I turn in his grasp to look up at him. “I love them. Thank you.”

Mav allows a smile to slip across his face, and it’s a look I’m quickly becoming fond of. “Happy birthday, baby.” He dips low, bringing his lips to mine when the doorknob twists open and a body rushes inside.

“Jones, wh—?” Daphne’s words get stuck in her throat as Mav sweeps me behind him while simultaneously drawing his gun.

She tosses her hands up just as I dive and force his arm down. “Mav, no!”

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