Page 105 of Explorer's Revenge
I swing her around, and her eyes widen. “I didn’t expect you to know how to dance.”
“My mom used to teach me,” I tell her, pulling her close, my hand on her waist as I lean down. “You look incredible tonight.”
“I know.” She chuckles. “Your hands are wandering.”
“Can you blame me?” I murmur, glancing at Aiyaret to check on him, but he’s laughing with Logan and Rick. He looks so fucking handsome in his suit that I nearly didn’t let him out of the house. When he catches my eye, he winks at us and turns away. We are learning how it works as we date each other, but there don’t seem to be any issues between us. Maeve cares for both of us, and we care for her.
“I don’t know. You’re usually so restrained.” That’s the truth. Maeve and I have kissed and fooled around, but I’ve never had her in my bed. I was worried about rushing it with her and how Aiy would feel, but he doesn’t seem to care. If anything, he’s pushing me to take that step. He says our relationship isdifferent from the one I have with her, that they are separate things and my heart is big enough for both of us.
I don’t make any stipulations on their relationship. If anything, they are closer than any of us. They sleep in the same bed most nights, and it got so bad, I just started sleeping with them so I could be close to them. Some nights, it’s a puppy pile as the others join them, and other nights, it’s just us. Maybe it should be weird, but it works.
“Not tonight. Tonight, you’re mine,” I tell her, and I mean it. Her shudder makes me grin, and I slip my hand lower still, feeling every soft inch of her against me.
“Promises, promises.” She steps back as the song ends. “We’ll see.” Wilder is there before I can respond, and he sweeps her up in a dance as I walk back to our table.
Aiyaret’s hand covers mine as I sit, and I share his drink as I watch them. “She looks amazing.” He sighs. “So do you. I’m one lucky man.”
“No, I am,” I reply as I kiss his cheek. “Are you sure you’re okay with her and me dating?”
“Way, how many times have we discussed this?” He sighs, sounding annoyed.
“Too many,” I answer. “I just never want to do anything to hurt you.”
“And you won’t. I love Maeve, and I love you, so why wouldn’t I want the two people I love most to be together? Stop fighting what you want just for me. She wants you.” I follow his gaze to see her watching me, and I see the hungry look in her eyes. “Though, she might eat you alive.”
“Shut up,” I mutter, but I lean into him. “It changes nothing between us.”
“No, it doesn’t,” he murmurs. “Just like my relationship with her doesn’t, but if you don’t hurry, you might lose your spot in her heart and bed.”
Those words haunt me all night as I’m paraded around and forced to interact. My eyes find her constantly, and by the time we are back home, I’m almost crazed by them. Aiy chuckles like he knows and wraps his arm around Logan’s waist to assist him since he’s tired. “Let’s go get a drink.” The others follow him to the kitchen. Maeve begins to walk in their direction as well, when I take two steps and block her path.
“Did you forget?” I ask. “You’re mine tonight.” Before she can speak or give me sass, I bend over, scoop her over my shoulder, and turn. I march upstairs to my room, where I kick the door shut and toss her on my bed. She watches me with wide eyes before she lurches off it and tackles me.
Catching her midair, I slam her against my door as her lips find mine, her hands tugging at my jacket and shirt until she’s touching skin.
I shove it off for her so she can explore, sliding her hands across my muscles before she trails her lips down my chest and bites my pec.
“Maeve,” I hiss.
Her eyes meet mine, dark and lustful, as she sinks her teeth in deeper. My hips flex as pain mixes with the pleasure, and then she pulls back, licking the mark she left behind. I hoist her up, knocking her hands away. She can play later. Maeve grips my arms, digging into the muscles there she loves.
She adores that I’m able to throw her around—I know that from experience—and that look in her eyes when I do it always makes me grin.
“The dress and heels will stay on,” I warn her as I pull the black material up and slide my hand inside her panties. Groaning, she digs one of the heels into my ass, the pain making me groan and kiss her. I spin us and throw us down across the bed, my fingers finding her clit and rubbing it as I suck on her tongue.
After months of teasing, flirting, petting, and touching, neither of us can stand it anymore. I should be soft and gentle, since it’s our first time together, but I can’t, and she can’t seem to either.
She turns her head as she pants, and I lick down her neck, sucking the juncture of it until she writhes, pressing against my hand and body for more.
Gripping her chin, I guide her head toward me and suck on her lips until she whines. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long, Maeve.” I have, but I was worried about Aiyaret. I wanted our relationship to be solid. We talked about it at length, and she understood, but all that waiting has driven me insane with need for her.
“Then what the hell are you waiting for?” she snaps, smacking my hand aside and rolling us so she straddles me. Maeve shoves the top of her dress down, causing it to gather around her waist, her curls tumbling over her shoulder. “You’ve been winding me up all night. I don’t need your fingers or your mouth. I want your dick.”
Lifting my hips, I dislodge her, and when she rolls, I pin her down again, my lips finding her nipple and sucking as her legs wrap around me.
“Stop being a brat,” I growl, biting her nipple until she cries out.
“No,” she retorts, unfastening my pants before she grips my cock. My head hangs as pleasure washes through me from her expert touch. I thrust into her grip, trying to stop myself, but she feels so fucking good.
