Page 61 of Maverick

I was one lucky son of a bitch. So, I did, in one sharp motion, crushed my rigid dick into her soft tight cunt. She cried out, and the sound shredded me. I clutched her hands over her head, covering her face with kisses, trying to absorb her pain. For a moment, I felt her quivering as she caught her breath as she squeezed my hands almost as hard as her snatch was squeezing my cock. Then her grip on my hands eased. The painwas receding, giving me permission to move, and the moment I sensed her wetness softening around me, I lost all control. The outlaw in me took over, and I laid claim to her pussy as though she were the last tether to my humanity.

Perhaps she was.

Our bodies found a fierce rhythm, the bed creaking under us, petals scattering to the floor. Her eyes shimmered with tears and something else. Trust. Maybe love. I rasped her name, cursing as pleasure knifed through me. She was mine. Sure, it was etched on her body, but I was etching it into her mind and soul. When we finally exploded together, it left us panting in each other’s arms.

I couldn’t help but whisper the words I felt so deeply. “I love you.”

Afterward, she curled against me, her body spent and shuddering. I had half a mind to go again, to sink into her pussy for the rest of the night. Hell, the rest of my life. But I made myself let her rest.

You’ve got all the time in the world,I told myself as I imagined tying her small wrists together. Would that scare her? I watched her drift off, face pressed to my chest, and wondered how someone so good could ever want me. Yet there my princess was, breathing softly, trusting me.

I recalled every detail of that night as I lay there. And as soon as I woke, the night replayed again. Normally, I would have loved to wake her with slow, lazy kisses, see if she’d let me slip inside her again. But the world had other plans.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I eased out from under the sheets, careful not to jostle Lexi. I snagged my phone and saw the number,Eve.My heart sank. There was only onereason she would contact me, something to do with Kingpin, or possibly the twisted threads that connected me to my ex, Sky.

I opened the message.

Eve:You need to come to Nashville now. Meet me at Bootsie’s.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, typing a quick response:

Me:Okay, I’ll come as soon as I can get away.

My mind spun. So much for a slow morning.

Me:Does Kingpin know anything?

Eve:I haven’t told him a thing.

Damn, Eve was dense sometimes. I typed back, clarifying:

Me:I’m asking about Getty and Sky? What did you find out?

Staring at the three dots for too long, I set the phone aside to go to the bathroom and splash some water on my face. I told myself I’d figure out how to break the news to Lexi gently.

She was not gonna like that I’d to leave her again so soon, but this was how it went in my world.

When I stepped back into the room, Lexi stirred, sitting up in the sheets. Her dark hair tumbled around her shoulders, and a flush crept into her cheeks as she realized we were still both naked from the night before. My dick instantly hardened thinking about the second time, I wouldn’t have to be so gentle. Biting my lips, I looked to the tie on her robe, knowing I could secure her with it.

Lexi’s gaze flicked from my cock to my phone, which I’d dropped on the little table beside her.

She reached for it, then froze, meeting my eyes. “I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “It lit up with a text, and I already glanced at it.”

Fuck, the burner phone wouldn’t lock like my smartphone. My dick going limp, I felt a pulse of dread. “No, it’s fine,” I assured her, stepping closer. “Just… let me see.”

She held it out to me, a frown on her face. “Eve texted again,” she said softly. “Says something about your ex not leaving you by choice, that she was blackmailed.”

My chest twisted as her words hit me. I read the screen, scanning Eve’s message:

Eve:I don’t think your wife ever wanted to go with Ralph willingly. Kingpin got a weird text and the girl’s mother confirms it. Ralph blackmailed Sky to tell everyone she was leaving you for him. She’s in danger.

Sky didn’t leave me on purpose? She always gave me a load of excuses, that we’d grown apart after losing our baby, that she wanted a man with power, that she couldn’t stand my drinking, my anger. But if Eve’s intel was true, maybe Sky had lied to protect me or her child. A mess of old wounds instantly reopened, and I struggled to keep my expression neutral.

I typed back:

Me:Are you sure?

Eve replied:

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