Page 97 of Savage Cravings

Straightening, he slapped my ass once, knocking me out of my stupor. I turned and glared at him. His eyes glinted as if daring me.

I shook my head, flipped my hair over my shoulder, and sashayed over to the door, hoping I looked seductive and not awkward. I got to his door, looked back once more at Maverick,who was still standing where I left him, a smirk on his too-beautiful face, before opening it and walking inside.

I kept the door open a gap and turned on the light.

The room itself was as big as the entirety of my motel room, plus a few extra square feet. It was a simple room, even if the furniture looked expensive. It was decorated in dark colors, from black to varying shades of blue, which reminded me a lot of Maverick’s eyes. In the center of it all was the king-sized bed.

My knees felt like Jell-O. I didn’t know how long I had until he came back. There wasn’t a part of me that didn’t want this. I wanted him. I wanted his controlling, domineering presence as much as I wanted Silas’ playfulness. Perhaps club life had fucked me up more than I’d thought. How could I possibly crave this many men at the same time? And the fact that they were brothers didn’t help one bit.

I squirmed, my hands moving up and taking off my shirt. I wasn’t wearing a bra, considering Maverick had torn mine in the car. I wasn’t wearing any underwear either, now that my black thong was tucked away in Maverick’s pocket, and I wasn’t sure I would be getting it back.

I had Silas on my mind when I’d put it on before work, before I realized my car had suddenly stopped working. I didn’t know he had left the city.

So the thong I wore for one brother was now in the possession of another.

I tried not to think about how that made me look. I tried not to think about my father’s words, warning me not to do anything stupid with his club brothers, as if I would ever let any of them touch me with a ten-foot pole. But his words had left their marks.

I looked around the room, feeling way more exposed than I had ever felt, but it wasn’t in a bad way.

I didn’t allow myself to think when I took off my jeans. I was now naked in Maverick’s hotel room. And he wanted me to?—

I shook my head, unable to even think the words.

I leaned down and picked up my clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on the desk in the corner, as if he would care if they were neat or not. Then I turned and walked over to the bed, pressing my hand down on the cold sheets. They were much softer than what I’d had in the motel room.

I couldn’t hear Maverick outside, but I was sure he was there. I just didn’t know what he was doing. So I lay down on the bed, on top of the blanket, gazing up at the ceiling. My face flamed as I spread my legs wide, feeling the cold air tease my drenched pussy lips.

Hell.

How long was he going to keep me waiting?

A soft murmur came through and I tensed, wondering if he was bringing in other men. I didn’t know Maverick very well, but I didn’t think he would, not without telling me about it. I hadn’t missed the way he had wrapped his arms around me possessively when a man in a business suit had checked me out in the lobby.

So who was he talking to?

I sighed with relief when I heard the door close and Maverick was no longer talking. Heavy footsteps thumped in tandem with my beating heart. For some reason, I thought Maverick must be making that much noise on purpose. He could probably be as quiet as a mouse if he needed to be.

Then the door was pushed open, and Maverick leaned his weight against the doorframe, taking me in.

“Fuck me, but what a sight you make, little monster. And so fucking good at following directions. You’re my good girl.”

Goose bumps rose on my skin at his praise. As much as I should hate him calling me his “good girl,” I loved it more, andI didn’t know what that said about me. How many lines I would allow him to cross just to hear him say hisgood girl? What a dangerous thought.

“Do you have anything to tell me?” he asked, moving his hand up to cup his jaw, bringing my attention to his neatly trimmed beard, wondering how it would feel when he ate me out.

I licked my parched lips and looked directly into his eyes, trying to remember his exact words. “Please eat out my pretty little cunt.”

He uttered a small curse and pushed away from the door, moving to the bed. He tugged on his tie, pulling it off him. I didn’t know what he did for work, or why he was always in a suit, but I was really loving this style on him.

He threw the tie on the bed next to my head, and shrugged out of his suit jacket. A thrill of excitement went through me at the prospect of his getting naked in front of me, but he only took off his jacket and unbuttoned a few buttons of his white dress shirt, then rolled up the sleeves. A hint of his tattoos peeked out from the folded sleeve of one arm. I couldn’t tell what it was, but I vowed I would someday know.

I swallowed, taking in his impressive forearms, not realizing I had a thing for arms until now. He was just so big, everywhere. I had no doubt he would be big…there.

Desires and apprehension danced along my spine from the thought. My toes wiggled, and I resisted the urge to close my legs and rub them together to try to ease the tension.

His sharp eyes moved to them, his expression promising sweet torment if I moved out of my position. I held still, and he rewarded me with a smile.

He bent down and wrapped his huge hand around my thigh. I jumped slightly.

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