Page 71 of Best Part of Me

“Enough that you regret... me?” I didn’t plan on asking the question, but it just slid right out of me.

She shakes her head, her long blonde waves swishing underneath the beanie. The same hair that fanned across my chest while her mouth worked magic on my cock. The same hair I fisted while I slammed into her. My skin swelters, and I push up the sleeves on my long-sleeved Henley.

Fidgeting her hands in her lap, she says, “You’ve been distant since Jones’s phone call last night.”

“I have?” I know I have, but I still try to sound shocked by her observation.

“Don’t try to play me, I know you, Mav. And it’s fine. I’ve been distant too.” She glances down at her hands. “Each time he texts or calls, we both start acting weird. And I hate it.”

“I hate it too,” I’m quick to say and finally reach for her hand like I’ve been craving to do since we got in the Jeep this morning. She allows me to pull it into my lap, and I hold it there possessively against the impending bulge in my pants.

Cammie’s cheeks blush at the realization. I prepare myself for a little joke from her, but she holds back. I’m almost disappointed. Her jabs on my account, and our bantering is one of my favorite things about her.

“The last thing I want is to upset Jones or wreck his friendship with you. But the reality is we only get four more days together. And I don’t want to waste them by arguing or being awkward. I think after all we’ve been through the past week, we should be well past awkward.”

My eyes flick to her, and the blush has deepened on her cheeks. It’s adorable. “We’re definitely past awkward.”

I can’t help but flash back to the memories of her looking like a goddess riding me, screaming out my name. The awkward ship sailed the first night she opened her legs to me at my apartment.

“Good. Let’s agree no more acting weird after either of us hears from Jones.”

“Agreed.”

There will be plenty of time for weirdness once we’re home. And I won’t be able to crush her mouth with my own or grab her hand and guide it to wrap around my throbbing cock. We’ll go back to being Miss Goody-two-shoes and Ladies’-Man-Mav.

I fucking hate the thought.

CHAPTER21

Maverick

Rosie

Haven’t heard from Cams all day.

I’m filing my axe.

I will find you.

Grams

Test results are back. It’s only cardiovascular disease. Early stages. With medicine and regular visits to my doc, your grams will be good as new.

Rosie

Finally heard from Cammie. You’re fucking lucky.

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We left the campground early, even before the sun was up. I awoke to more texts on my phone that sit unanswered. The drive to the Arches National Park was five hours. I wanted to get in a full day here since we’ll be visiting Canyonlands National Park tomorrow.

We grab a park brochure with the map after paying the fee at the visitor center on our way in. As I maneuver the Jeep through the winding road, some of the arches and rock formations come into view. I haven’t been here since I was a kid so it feels like I’m seeing it for the first time.

Cammie is mesmerized by it all, her focus glued out the open window of the Jeep. She had her heart set on going to the wave arch first, but her plans dissolve and she points at everything she sees. A smile tugs at my lips, and she’s a distraction from keeping my eyes on the road.

“Can we stop at that viewpoint?” she asks, pointing at the sign.

The traffic is congested, and I’m not even sure I’ll find somewhere to pull off, but I try anyway. Seeing her disappointed is something I want to avoid. Besides, I need as many photos to document this for my blog. I find a place to squeeze the Jeep in, and she’s hopping out before I’ve even put it into park.

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