Page 31 of Maverick

“Willow. Go. To. Bed.”

She looked at me and took off her leather jacket. “Nah.” She took her boots off next and padded over to me. “I’m not your old lady,Mav.”

Willow ran her nails down my chest then turned and walked over to the iPod. ‘I Get Off’ by Halestorm started playing over the speakers throughout my house. She walked over and grabbed the bottle of whiskey then headed toward the bedroom. I could hear the door open to the porch and followed her into the bedroom.

When I got to the door, I stopped in my tracks. Willow was standing on the porch in just my shirt in front of her easel. She was singing and swaying to the music while painting. Her sweet, husky voice washed over me and reached deep down inside me. My cock strained against my jeans and begged to come out.

I reached down and adjusted myself before clearing my throat. “Willow.”

She didn’t even turn to look at me. “What do you want? I’m kinda busy here.”

“Turn the damn music off. It’s time for bed. No more alcohol. No more music. Fucking bed.”

She whipped around and squinted her eyes at me. “What the fuck is your problem?”

“Nothing! I just want to go to bed and can’t with your loud music and knowing that you’re still awake.”

“As I said before, I’m not your Old Lady. Stop worrying about me, Maverick.”

I slammed my fist against the wall. “Goddamnit, Willow!”

She stalked over to me and pushed her finger against my chest. “No! You don’t want me in your home. You don’t want me near your family. You don’t want me in any other way. But yet, nobody else can have me. You don’t make any sense, Maverick.”

I grabbed her hand and pulled her into me, turned and pushed her up against the wall. “Let me tell you something, baby girl. I never said I don’t want you. I want you in the worst way, Willow. I want you in every position you can think of. I want you begging for more while I make you go wild.”

I grabbed both her hands and put them above her head. Kissing down her neck, I nibbled her collarbone and then kissed my way back up to her earlobe. Willow moaned and I pushed harder against her. “ I want you riding me all night. I want to feel that tight pussy sliding up and down my rock hard cock. That sweet honey exploding in my tongue. So don’t you ever say I don’t want you, Willow. Because I want to take you and make you mine in the worst way.”

She gazed up at me with lustful eyes, “Then fucking take me, Maverick. Make me yours and don’t ever stop.”

I crushed my lips against her as she wrapped her legs around my waist. Willow pushed her tongue past my lips and I could taste the smokey whiskey on my tongue. She ran her hands through my hair and pulled me even closer to her. I turned and let us tumble onto the bed. My hands were all over Willow as she worked to rip all my clothes off. She pushed my vest off and I lifted my arms as she pushed my shirt off. Her hands ran down my chest, nails lightly scratching toward my belt buckle.

I stood up and started to undo my belt and push my pants and boxers down in one swipe. Willow sat up and ripped my shirt off herself, leaving her in just black lace panties. “Fuck me. You’re so goddamn beautiful, Willow.”

She scooted up toward the pillows and smiled the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. “Come over here and show me how beautiful you think I am then.”

Chapter Nine

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