Page 21 of Maverick
I was fully prepared to shut myself away and give them their privacy, but then I heard thethunkagainst the door and crept closer.
I had to make sure they weren’t fighting, right?
Rhythmic pants and moans seeped through the doorway, and my brows hit my hairline.
They most definitely werenotfighting.
I told myself to walk away… I really did, but I was frozen in place. Keeping a close eye on my surroundings, I leaned against the wall next to the door, prepared to hear those noises get even louder. Especially when Maverick ordered Reese to his knees.
I coughed then, my cock hardening so quickly that I swayed on the spot from the rush of blood. I wonder if he knew he was a switch. Likely not, since I could practically feel his hesitance through the barrier that separated us. I heard hushed whispers, but I couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, not with the thundering music downstairs. Thinking that things might fizzle out, I turned toward my own bedroom again…
Only for a groan to distract me. Something was definitely going on behind that door. Still, I rushed into my room, shutting myself inside and willing my erection to go down. The idea of Maverick dominating Reese Taylor had me hard enough to cut through steel.
After a few deep breaths, I realized that it wasn’t going to work—not with the mental image of those two together running through my head.
I made sure the hallway was clear and tiptoed over to the other room. The music threatened to drown them out, but I was too in tune to my princess. The groan that echoed through the wood? I knew that sound. After all, I’d been the one to draw that from him when he was riding my cock.
I collapsed against the wall, palming my erection through my pants. My pulse thundered in time to the music.
I shuffled closer, my fingers slipping behind my waistband almost of their own volition.
Was that…
Moaning, I brought my hand up to my mouth and spat in my palm before shoving it back into my pants.
Reese was definitely gagging. I knew the sounds of a blow job when I heardone.
Maverick’s wordless praise grew louder, faster as he neared his inevitable orgasm—and I did the same.
My hand shuttled over my cock, rough from the lack of lubrication but I was too far gone to care. I needed to come, and I needed to do it with Maverick. I heard him whisper that he was close and picked up my speed. Reese coughed and sputtered, and then Maverick shouted his release.
I gritted my teeth, come splashing against the inside of my pants. I heard the moment Reese gasped for air, and the idea that he possiblyswallowednearly built a second wave of pleasure. Oversensitivity slammed into me, and I tugged my hand free.
Panting, I quickly cleaned up, making it behind my bedroom door just in time to see Maverick check the floor. When Reese darted across to the bathroom, I relaxed against the wall and let out a slow, deep breath.
Those boys were going to be the death of me.
Naturally, I was the first one to wake up. Telling Maverick that I was a rough sleeper hadn’t been a lie. It was one of the reasons I insisted on sleeping apart from him—I’d just keep him awake with all my tossing and turning. I started some coffee and claimed my cup, knowing that the carafe would quickly disappear once the other guys were awake.
Taking advantage of the quiet, I took my drink out to the back deck. The sun was just rising over the ocean, painting the picture in warm shades of pink and orange. I took a deep inhale of the fresh, salty air, knowing I’d miss it once I was back in Auburn—I always did. Seagulls cawed overhead and waves crashed against the shore.
Playing pro sports meant that I had a bigger family than most. Ialreadyhad a large family with quite a few siblings and all the cousins, but the men on my team mattered to me just as much. Iloved the noise and the chaos, but I’d learned to enjoy the quiet moments like this. With the start of the season less than forty-eight hours away and now with a pretty little princess keeping my hands full, peaceful moments were sure to become few and far between.
Especially with Reese Taylor involved.
I’d come from a fairly traditional family, but I’d turned out to be anything but. Sure, I valued some of my family’s beliefs, but traditional monogamy was never one of them. From the time I could walk it became about who I would marry and the kind of family I would lead. They didn’t bat an eye when I came out, only switched from talking about women to talking about men.
I dated. Of course I did, but never felt the need to settle down. First it was because of my studies, then it became about the game—I couldn’t have any distractions.
Then Maverick strolled into that club. Even before he waltzed his way right onto my team, I knew I’d never be able to gethimout of my system. I would have changed the rules for him. If he wanted a committed relationship, then I would have made that happen for him. As it was, he seemed to want more than just me, and I was just as fine with that.
The back door slid open, jolting me from my thoughts. My first instinct was to be annoyed that my quiet time had been interrupted but when I found Maverick standing there, sleep-mussed and wearing nothing but pajamas, I couldn’t help but smile. I’d quickly gathered that he wasn’t a morning person, judging by the sluggish way he rubbed his eyes, clinging to his cup of coffee like a lifeline. “I’m not interrupting, am I?” he husked.
“Not at all.” Instead of sitting down, he sidled right up to me and I instinctively opened my arm for him.
“This okay?”
“More than okay.” Given the privacy, I pressed a kiss to his forehead. “How’d you sleep?”
