Page 32 of Maverick
Quinton roared, a hot rush of come flooding my ass and warming me from the inside out. My knees buckled, Quinton’s arm around my waist being the only thing to hold me upright. His teeth sank into my neck, marking me—claimingme. By the time his cock was through pulsing his release inside me, he was whispering in my ear in that soothing voice. “Should we let him come?”
Reese whimpered, but my answer was instant. “No. He doesn’t deserve it.”
“You heard him, Reese. Hands off.”
Gritting his teeth, my ex released the vice grip on his dick. Heartbeat thundering in my ears, I could only watch in amazement—Reese never listened toanyone. Quinton pulled out, and I squirmed as come trickled down the backs of my thighs. “Stand up,” he told Reese. “You can help wash our boy off. Then we need to talk. All of us.”
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Still on my knees,I peered up at Maverick through wet lashes. His chest heaved up and down with each breath, flushed red from exertion. The color continued up his neck, tinting his cheeks in a familiar rosy color.
I used to be able to do that to him.
I shook my head to clear it. I couldn’t get lost in what used to be.
He belonged to someone else now—ourcaptain.
Remembering the instructions I’d been given, I stood and dug Maverick’s body wash from his shower kit.
“You don’t have to,” he muttered, so quietly that I almost didn’t hear him.
Loading up a washcloth, I stepped back into the shower stall. “I don’t know about you,” I started, throat tight as I closed in behind him, gently cleaning the new tattoo on his back, “but I don’t exactly want to get on Quinton’s bad side. They call him Diesel for a reason.” My knee ached, which I’d gone down on when Maverick dropped me to the ground. “Though you might be able to give him a run for his money.”
Maverick scoffed and shook his head, slowly relaxing in my touch. “I should have put it together.”
“What do you mean?”
He spun, letting me drag the washcloth over his toned shoulders. His cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink, and his eyes sparkled in a way that I’d never seen before. “I um… Quinton and I hooked up in the back room of a club. I was blindfolded, so I couldn’t see him. I only had a name to go by: Diesel.”
“Until he became ‘Daddy.’”
Maverick turned his gaze to the tile at our feet. “Between that and the size of him, I should have put it together.”
“Mav?”
“Hm?”
He tipped his head back to wet his hair under the spray and I knelt, scrubbing the cloth over his legs. The sight of the muscles flexing in his thighs threatened to have lust break through the incredibly intimate moment we were sharing and reluctantly, I shoved it away. My cock still hung heavy, denied the release I so desperately needed—especially after seeing those two together—but now wasn’t the time. “I’m sorry.” Deep, forest green eyes peered down at me, glossy with unshed tears. Water poured over his shoulders and streamed over his face. Or was he crying after all? “I know that doesn’t even begin to make up for what I did to you, but… I’m sorry.”
Ashamed of my past actions, I couldn’t look at him. I busied myself watching the suds swirl down the drain until a warm palm met my cheek and tilted my head. Maverick’s thumb brushed my cheekbone, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “That’s a start.”
He dropped his hand then, and we fell silent. He allowed me to finish washing him while he scrubbed the black mop of curls on his head. They sprung to life when they were wet, bringing that youthful look to his face. It had been the entire reason I’d fallen forhim in the first place. Standing back, I took advantage of the moment to admire him. Water sluiced down his body, creating a map for my eyes to follow. The soap rinsed away, revealing inch by inch of flawless, olive-toned skin. At a certain time of the year—such as now—he tanned in a way that made me want to explore every inch of him with my tongue.
In the past, that bothered me. Now? I shamelessly drank him in. To hell with anyone who had a problem with it.
The muscles in his legs and biceps rippled beneath the skin as he moved. He’d never had much body hair, save for the light smattering on his lower belly that drew my eyes south, right to his cock that jumped beneath the attention.
“I can feel you staring,” he laughed.
I swallowed, my throat unexpectedly dry. “You shouldn’t be giving me such a show if you don’t want to be watched.”
Blushing, Mav cut his eyes to me before shutting the water off. “Could you?—”
I already had his towel in my hand. Years of stolen moments and midnight showers had me in tune to his routine and lucky for me, it hadn’t changed. With a grateful smile, he accepted it and scrubbed his face dry. “Give me a minute?”
“Sure.”
