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I chuckled. The boy was insatiable. “The moment you step off the field every day, your body belongs tome. I’ll control every decision you’d need to make throughout the day: When and what you eat or drink—and when you use the bathroom. You can safeword out at any time, for any reason. I don’t need an explanation. But until that happens, every choice you make goes through me. How does that sound?”
“G-good,” he said, shuddering. “Reallygood.”
“That’s my good girl. Now finish your drink so we can get you to bed.”
13
QUINTON
For a long time,the only sounds to be heard were the cicadas singing and the roaring jets of the water. Maverick and I didn’t say a word. His drink slowly disappeared and by the time he reached the bottom, he was nearly asleep on my shoulder. I’d been right: An easy night had been just what he needed. Sure, a sex-filled distraction probably could have been satisfying for us both, but I’d learned when you needed to take things slow. After the way Maverick showed up at my front door, he needed to feel his feelings instead of drowning them out with orgasms.
When he handed his glass over, I set it aside and took him into my lap. “Thank you,” he whispered, nuzzling into my neck.
“What for, baby?”
“This. Tonight. For…” He took a deep breath and sat up to look me in the eye. “For knowing exactly what I need, even if I’m a brat about it.”
Laughing, I brushed his curls out of his eyes. “Luckily for you, I know how to handle a brat.”
“Think you can do something about Reese?”
“Judging from what I heard behind that bedroom door, he’s notmybrat to handle.”
Maverick groaned and dropped his head again. Raising my hand, I dripped hot water along his back. He quivered and uttered a satisfied noise, so I kept doing it. He muffled his response in my shoulder. “I don’t know how to be a dom.”
“If it’s something you really want to do, I can help you, but you’vegotto talk to him, little love. Nothing’s going to be fixed with this unresolved history between the two of you.”
“Hmm… I like that one. Keep using that.”
“What?”
“‘Little love.’ Even if I might not be so little.”
“I’ll file that away. Are you ready to shower off and get in bed?”
Hopeful, my boy raised his head to look at me. “Are you joining me in that shower?”
“Yes—to wash you and nothing more,little love. We’ve got an early wake-up tomorrow. You need your rest.”
“Fine,” he groused, standing in the water and giving me the perfect leverage to deliver a wetsmackto one of his ass cheeks. He yelped and rubbed the sting away. “Did you just spank me?”
“I did, and I’ll do it again if you don’t address me properly.” His eyes slightly widened, almost as if a part of himwantedto challenge me. “Now, I’ll ask again: Are you ready to shower off and get in bed?”
That time, he muttered a “yes, Daddy,” and allowed me to help him out of the hot tub. I scrubbed us both dry with a towel and just as we stepped inside, the clouds opened up and rain pattered against the deck.
The poor boy didn’t stop shivering until we were both under the steaming spray of the shower and I had him in my arms once more. I didn’t wash him straight away, instead letting the hot water warm his skin. Peppering his neck and shoulders with kisses, I slipped the panties from his hips. They fell to the tiled floor with a wetplop. “I’ve been thinking,” Maverick said.
“About?”
“I don’t want us to be a secret.”
Tamping down the panic spiking in my chest, I straightened up and grabbed the body wash off the wall. “You want to tell people?”
Maverick hadn’t even needed to adjust to being submissive. It came naturally to him. He moved pliantly as I washed him from head to toe like he’d been doing this for years, continuing his conversation the whole way. “I mean… I don’t plan on being on the front page anytime soon, but if people ask, I don’t want to lie. And I would like to tell Stetson.”
“Stetson?”
“My best friend—Stetson Holloway?”
