Page 21 of Maverick

Mav lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist as they made their way to the bedroom. He never bothered to take a breath. He started again and again until they were both so exhausted they could barely speak.

In the early morning hours, he found himself having the most erotic dream. A beautiful woman was between his thighs, his hard cock sliding in and out of her mouth. When he opened his eyes, he was shocked to see Katelyn doing just that. Her gentle fingers were massaging his balls, rolling them back and forth as her tongue lapped up and down, swirling around his head.

He was so turned on he could barely speak. Gripping her hair, he held her head there as he released inside her mouth. But his little vixen was still strung tight. She straddled him, and he watched as she pleasured herself, fingering inside and out, twisting her own nipples, and writhing against him.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned. She cried out, and he lifted her, carrying her to the shower, where they made slow, laborious love. Back in the bed, he held her, smelling their scent on the sheets.

“What if we made a baby?” she asked.

“Won’t matter,” he smiled. “You’re going to marry me either way.”

“Am I?” she smirked. “You’re pretty sure of yourself, Mr. Stanton.”

“Honey, admit it. You’re going to marry me, and we’re going to have a long, happy life together.” She looked at him and cocked her head.

“Seriously? We’ve known one another less than a week, Mav.”

“Yep. Way too long to be wasting time. Marry me, Katelyn.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“And he just said, ‘marry me, Katelyn,’ and that was it,” she grinned at Kennedy. “I think we’re getting married.”

“Oh, there’s no doubt you’re getting married,” laughed the older woman. “Congratulations, sweetie. You’re going to be very happy. Stanton men seem to know how to keep their wives satisfied.”

There was a group of women around her, all smiling, all nodding their heads. She admired and appreciated their support but didn’t quite understand how they could be so certain.

“You all seem awfully sure of yourselves. We’ve known one another less than a week,” she squirmed, staring at the other women.

“Less than four hours,” smiled Sira, raising her hand. Katelyn looked at the exotic beauty, her almond eyes and coal-black hair seemingly so youthful. There wasn’t a wrinkle marring her perfect skin, and her smile lit up the circle.

“Four hours?”

“Yes,” she nodded with a smile. “I was going to be forced to marry my uncle so he could control my tribal lands in the Middle East. The only way to stop him was for me to marry another. Wesley, thankfully, stepped forward.”

“I happily stepped forward,” said her husband, kissing her cheek as he walked past.

“How long have you been married?” she asked.

“A very, very long time, Katelyn.”

“What does that mean?”

“Time moves differently here,” said Kate. “We don’t really know how to explain it, but it has something to do with Matthew and Irene desiring to see as many generations grow up as they can.”

“Wait. They control time?” she asked skeptically. “No one controls time.”

“Time is controlled by all of us,” said Martha, walking toward them. Katelyn looked at the other women, then back at the ghostly spirit. “Yes. I’m a ghost. Have been for more than two hundred years now, and I’ve been blessed with the ability to speak to these people, allow them to see me, and even to touch me. It is not something all spirits are afforded.”

“Are, are there more of you?” she whispered.

“Many more,” smiled Martha as the others stepped forward. “My love, Nathan Redhawk. Franklin, my long-time friend and companion on this property. Claudette and Tony. Grip, whom you know from the business named after him, and his dear friend and partner, Jonathon. Archie and Charity, Genevieve and Eagle Feather, and Yori.” Katelyn just stared at them, then shook her head.

“So many questions,” she murmured. “Am I to understand that you are couples?”

“We are,” smiled Martha. “We didn’t know it was possible either. But we’ve found love in this new world of ours. All except Franklin and Yori. Confirmed bachelors.”

“And can you, I mean, do you…”

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