Page 36 of The Maverick of the Mountain
I stand up, and she turns. “Let’s gooooooh!”
I spank her ass, and she glares at me. Two can play this game.
“You’ll pay for that.”
I grab her wrist, yank her toward me. She folds into me as I wrap my arms around her.
“I’m planning on it,” I rasp before kissing her harshly, madly, deeply, savoring every single second, every moan and whimper.
This girl shattered my world and rebuilt it. And now we get to spend the rest of our lives living in it.
Forever isn’t long enough.
Epilogue
Corinne - A few months later…
It’sa crisp autumn afternoon at our cabin.
I can’t help but smile. Maverick’s made a point to useourfor everything. Our cabin. Our land. Our life. Our family. We’re not even engaged, but it feels like we’re already a married couple.
I moved in a week after Mackenzie’s wedding, which went surprisingly smoothly, thanks to Maverick. As it turns out, he can play the role of spooky, scary, grumpy mountain man very well, and not even Mackenzie wanted to test the waters.
And not a single drunken man hit on me the entire night. It was lovely having Maverick with me, and even lovelier having him later that night… Hoo, boy. That man is aman. But most importantly…myman.
Kids are running all around me, hopped up on ice cream, cake, and whatever source of unknown energy they tap into when they roam in wild packs. Screaming. Crying. Laughing. One kid is making the requisite fart noises with his armpit.
In other words, everyone is having a blast at Dora’s birthday party. Dora included. She loved Maverick’s gift, which she promptly named Belle, the Ballerina Bear. If not for weighing about as much as her, I’m sure she’d be dragging it around everywhere.
There’s an inflatable bouncy castle. Slip ’N’ Slides. A petting zoo. All sorts of games. I’m getting dizzy just watching it all. But that’s not saying much. I’ve been getting dizzy and nauseous and loopy for a few weeks now.
Turns out Maverick’s rather virile. I miss one pill and BAM! I put two and two together a few days ago, and today I’m going to tell Maverick. I’m not nervous. Maverick’s been telling me how much he wants to “put a baby in me.” And well, he did.
I have the biggest smile on my face watching Maverick as he runs rampant through the crowd of shrieking kids, blasting them with his water gun, and they pelt him with water balloons.
You’d think he’s in his element in his workshop, but no. It’s with all these kids. And I can’t wait to throw ours into the mix.
When he’s finally defeated, the horde of kids tackling him onto the ground, they get called off by Ryder for a different game, and Maverick comes straight over to me.
“Missed you,” I rasp, reaching down and giving me a sopping wet kiss.
I laugh, faux-batting him away.
“I’ve been sitting here for five minutes.”
Maverick grins. “As I said… Missed you. Come on, I want to show you something.”
He grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet, guiding me back to his workshop. There are too many people around for what Ihopehe’s going to show me. But once we’re inside, he slams the door shut, locks it, and then grabs me right below my ass and lifts me off the ground. His mouth crushing mine as he sets me down on his workbench.
My nails dig into his scalp, and I drag my hand downward until I’m clutching his firm, muscular back. His tongue slips between my lips, searching needily in my mouth as I moan. I swear, this gets better every time, especially when it’s unexpected.
But then he breaks the seal, reaching for something above my head.
“W-what was that?”
“A kiss.” He smiles, brushing a strand of hair off my cheek. “An I’m-happy-to-see-you kiss.”
I pant. I shake my head. God, I love this man.
