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I just shrugged my shoulders and kept unpacking. “Yeah, I did those. They aren’t that great.”

Before I could respond, Maverick grabbed me and turned me toward him. He backed me up against the wall before taking my face in just one of his rough, massive hands. “Willow. Don’t ever say that. Those are fucking amazing. You are extremely talented. Don’t sell yourself short, beautiful.”

I reached up and ran my hand down his face, stubble scratching my hand. My other hand slowly traced down his chest. Before either of us knew what was happening, our lips came crashing down on each other. I breathed in Maverick’s intoxicating scent; leather, oil, woods. He grabbed my hips and ran his hands down and grabbed my ass, lifting me in the air. I wrapped my legs around him and shamelessly ground against his bulging cock, needing more.

Maverick kissed and nipped down my neck as his hands shoved my shirt over my head and he bent down to wrap one of my aching nipples in his mouth. “Fuck, baby girl.”

I threw my head back and moaned at the feeling of Maverick all over me. He picked me up and threw me on the bed as he ripped his shirt off and flew back on top of me. His lips came back down on mine as he started to pull my jeans down. Just as I was reaching to unbutton his, Orion came flying into the room and jumped right on top of Maverick.

“Orion! Get down! Bad dog!” I flew up and pushed him off of Maverick and quickly grabbed my shirt. Orion just sat there, tail wagging, confused as hell as to why I pushed him off. Poor guy thought it was time for bed and cuddles. As I put my shirt back on I turned to look at Maverick. “Shit. I’m sorry. That can’t happen again. Okay? Okay. Well, I’m heading to bed now I think.”

Maverick just stood there and stared at me with those gorgeous green eyes. “You’re rambling, babe.”

I ran my fingers through my messy hair and placed my hand on his chest. “I know. I’m sorry. Look, I can’t do this. I don’t do one night stands and I can’t have a relationship right now. And no, I’m not the type to do friends with benefits type of shit. Let’s just stay professional and that’s it. I’ll stay late at the clubhouse so you don’t have to even see me around too much.”

Maverick ran his hand through his hair and shook his head. “Whatever you say, Willow. Sleep tight, I’ll see you in the morning.”

His dark green eyes were brewing with a storm. I could tell my rejection irritated him. I’m sure he didn’t get turned down often. And if he did he always had the club girls to turn too...

With that, he walked out and shut the door. I flopped back onto the bed and groaned. I needed to get my head back in the game and focus. I changed into some yoga pants and an old shirt and grabbed my painting stuff. There was a little sliding glass door on the wall across from the bed that led to a small patio. I set my easel and canvas up then set my paint upon the little table I found. Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I made the first stroke on the canvas.

Painting always relaxed me and brought me back to where I needed to be. I let the brush take me away from all my worries as I painted the night sky. I could see all the stars perfectly out here. As I painted, my mind wandered to what my life could be if I stayed here.

Could I really stay in one place this time? Make friends, have a real job, not constantly look over my shoulder?

There was no way my daydreams would ever come true. As I hummed my grandfather’s favorite song, ‘Black Bird’ by the Beatles, I let the good memories I had of him take me away.

Chapter Four

Maverick

As I stretched my verysore muscles, the smell of coffee came wafting over me. I groaned as I stood up, everything was so sore from scrunching up on the couch. I grabbed my sweatpants and threw them on then adjusted myself. I was rock hard and still thinking about last night. Willow got my blood pumping and I needed more. Unfortunately, she put a stop to that and laid down the line.

“Wake up, sunshine. I got a ton of shit to do and don’t want to wait all day on your sleepy ass.” Willow was standing in my kitchen with a cup of coffee in one hand and a bagel in the other. She looked fucking gorgeous and I had to reach down to adjust my growing cock again.

Willow was wearing jeans that looked painted on her with brown ankle boots. Her flowy white top had small yellow and blue flowers embroidered on it and was cut just perfectly so I could see the tops of her perky breasts popping out. Her rich, brown hair was slightly curled with two little braids like a crown on either side of her head.

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