Page 46 of I Stop Somewhere Waiting For You

“Did you miss me, baby?” Mav licks up the column of my throat before pressing his lips to the bishop behind my ear, my whole body shuddering in response. “Show me. Show me how much you missed me.” His movements quicken, causing my eyes to roll back in my head as my hips instinctively angle toward him. I’m right there, just a few more seconds.

Mav withdraws his hand without warning, leaving my body briefly mourning his loss when he’s suddenly on his knees in front of me. Slinging my right leg up and over his shoulder, his mouth latches onto my clit, where his tongue is relentless in its assault. I instantly come—hard. My body falls forward, though Mav’s firm grip keeps me upright. My fingers intertwine with his hair as I grind against his face.

He pulls back, taking hold of the delicate white lace and shredding it from my body with one firm tug. Mav then pops up, releasing my leg in the process as he shoves the ruined scrap into his pocket. Drunk with desire, I glance down to find him undoing his belt.

“Turn around.” His voice comes out low, almost raspy.

I lean into him, a coy smile playing on my lips as I whisper into the space between us. “Fucking make me, you big bad gangster.” My eyes flicker up and down his form.

Mav’s jaw tightens, his eyes darkening with a hunger which can only be described as savage. His hand shoots out, pinning me to the wall by my throat, and when his fingers flex against my jugular, I’m all too aware of the frantic rhythm of my rapidly-beating heart.

Mav dips low, a sinister smirk slipping in place as his face hovers mere inches from mine. “What was that? Wanna try that again?”

“I said—” I shove my hand down the front of his pants, a groan escaping him as my fingers wrap around his impossibly huge cock “—you want me to turn around? Fucking make me. Show me who owns me. Tame your fucking woman.”

He moves so fast. One second I’m staring up at him, stroking his dick, the next I’m spinning only to have my cheek pressed against the cool tile behind us. Mav flips up the back of my skirt, giving a swift slap to my right ass cheek before fisting my hair and ripping my head back. “You need a reminder?”

His dick slams into me from behind without warning and I scream out in pure uninhibited ecstasy.

“How’s this for a reminder?” he growls. Mav withdraws to the tip before thrusting back up into me with full force. The grip he maintains on my hair has my back arched, allowing him to fuck me from the most earth-shattering angles. “Who owns you, baby?”

My eyes slip closed as I relish in each punishing stroke.

Mav’s hold tightens, ripping me back even further into him. “I said, who fucking owns you, Joanna?” he hisses next to my ear. “Who owns that pretty little pussy of yours?”

“You,” I breathe out.

“I can’t hear you.” He releases my hair, reaching around to snatch me by the throat while his free hand snakes down my stomach, giving my pussy a smack. “Who. Owns. You.”

“YOU DO!” I call out in a strangled cry as he continues to pound relentlessly into me from behind. “I will always be yours, Mav. Just yours.”

“Mine,” he growls possessively. “My woman. My Queen. My fucking Wifey.”

I explode. Hearing his possessive claims has my pussy clenching around him so tight, it’s a miracle I don’t break his shit off. He falls right alongside me, though I must be loud because Mav’s hand flies up to cover my mouth. His oversized tattooed palm damn near smothers half my face as he stifles my screams. I roll my hips, grinding my ass against him, riding out the final waves of my climax as he sinks his teeth into my neck.

We stay like that for a moment, me wrapped up in his massive embrace from behind while he’s still buried inside me.

Mav’s the first to speak. “I don’t want to move.” His tongue sweeps over where my shoulder meets my neck, soothing the bite he’d just inflicted. “I want us to go home where I can repeat that for the next week.”

“So, take me home, baby.” My face turns into his, my right temple meeting his forehead as he leans into me. A defeated sigh leaves his lips and I know I’m not going to like what follows.

“Not yet.” He presses one more kiss to my neck before withdrawing from inside me. The loss of his sensation coupled with the disappointment that I won’t be going home with him tonight has me feeling empty inside.

I lower my skirt before advancing further into the locker room and around the corner to use the bathrooms situated opposite the showers. Following a brief clean-up, I return to find Mav seated on one of the benches. His head hangs in his hands as he stares at the floor, every bit of him plagued with exhaustion.

I fucking hated that I couldn’t be there with him for Bentley. The first three days following were the worst. He went completely off grid, drank and smoked himself stupid. If it wasn’t for Finn updating me, I’d have thought he was dead.

Day four is when the first text came through.

Unknown: My brother’s dead.

I already knew that. He knew I knew that. He’d received a slew of texts from me up ‘til that point begging him to call me. I think he just needed to actually acknowledge it in the moment.

Me: I know, baby. I’m sorry.

Unknown: When I find the person who did this – after it’s done – I need you to pull me back. Don’t let me drown in the hate.

Me: Never, soldier. You end this shit and you come home to me. And if you lose your way, I’ll be there to guide you.

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