Page 33 of Maverick
After I got dressed, I found Quinton in the locker room scrolling on his phone. “I’m ordering food,” he said when he noticed me. “You hungry?”
I nodded, feeling uncharacteristically bashful. Quinton Webster was a hard man to read. He was typically all business on the field. We’d never even been able to guess his romantic interests, much less seen him with a partner around. To know that he’d happened to stumble into a hookup with Maverick in the back room of some club kicked up butterflies in my stomach.
Or maybe that was the way he watched me likeI’dbe his next meal.
His dark brown eyes tracked my every move, like a predator stalking its prey as I crossed the room to snag a seat at another bench. “Here,” he said, patting the space next to him instead.
I wasnota nervous person—even when it came to him. We’d been teammates for years. In that moment, however, my heart thundered and my mouth went dry. Still, my legs carried me to him, and I sat where he’d asked me to. Then, surprising the shit out of me, he wrapped an arm around my waist and tugged me close. The noise that came out of me then could only be described as a squeak.
“I’m not going to bite,” he laughed.
“Yeah, right,” I scoffed. “I saw what you did to Maverick’s neck back there.”
Quinton shrugged. “He asked nicely.” Sobering, he added, “I know this might feel strange for you, but that was intense. We probably won’t be making friendship bracelets in the near future, but I’m not going to be a bad Dom and refuse aftercare.”
“What has he told you? About college?” When I didn’t get an answer, I raised my head to see Quinton watching me—and I fought the urge to squirm.
“That’s not my story to tell, Reese.” Maverick entered the room then, twisting his towel around in his hands. His skin was still flush, warm from the water and… well. His presence commanded Quinton’s attention, and he extended his other arm, beckoning his princess closer in a soothing tone that almost made me jealous. “But we are going to sit here until the two of you work through your shit. Scene aside, we’re teammates, and I can’t have the two of you acting like teenagers on the field. So, I’m going to feed you, make sure you’re both okay, and we’re going to talk this out. Understood?”
I only nodded, where Maverick offered a quiet, “Yes, Daddy.” And the sound of it made my stomach flip. Quinton eyed me suspiciously, like he could sense my inner turmoil.
I hadn’t known I could be submissive—I didn’t always likebeing told what to do but when it came to Mav… Well, I’d do just about anything to make up for my foolish behavior. Besides, when he started ordering me around? Especially in that soft, tender way that he did just about everything in… it was hot.
The three of us seemed to come to a quiet understanding, moving to the meeting room to have lunch. It didn’t seem like Maverick’s place was entirely set up yet, and it was no secret that Quinton was extremely territorial—which made me curious as to why he was so open to sharingMav.
Maverick had always needed a softer touch. College-aged Reese stupidly thought that meant hewassoft. Concurrently, I also thought that being soft was a bad thing. It was only after Maverick wised up and kicked me to the curb that I realized how much I missed it. I came out, and the dating scene in Tuscaloosa was… less than desirable. The men that were big enough were too…bro,and the ones that had that tender, teddy-bear touch weren’t…
They weren’t Maverick. Nobody was.
Even as we ate, and Quinton offered gentle touches to his back, Mav kept a hand on my knee, thumb stroking the inside of my thigh. The move was so tender, so caring that it nearly brought tears to my eyes.
It was Quinton’s idea to save the intense conversation for after we’d been fed. It hadn’t escaped me that he kept glancing my way, replacing my water the moment it was empty and offering me seconds when I’d finished my food. As he massaged the back of Mav’s neck, Maverick sighed, and something occurred to me. It was only when Quinton excused himself from the room that I was able to find my words.
“Mav, can I ask you something?” He nodded, drink halfway to his lips. “Did… you cometwiceearlier?”
Color rushed to his cheeks so quickly that I was surprised he didn’t faint. I’d never seen someone turn that red before. He finally uttered a quiet, “no,” but it was little more than a squeak.
I set my fork down, giving Maverick my undivided attention.Whatever he was about to tell me, it was going to be good. “Spit it out, Crawford,” I teased.
Quinton returned, raising a brow at me. “What’d you do to make him turn that color?”
“I asked him if he came twice earlier…”
An ear-to-ear grin curled Quinton’s lips thin. He beamed, sliding his attention to Maverick as he took his seat again. “Probably felt like you did. Didn’t it, princess?” If it were at all possible, Maverick cheeks deepened even further. Quinton placed a reassuring hand on Mav’s thigh. “You don’t have to tell him if you don’t want to.”
Now I was extra curious, but Quinton was right. I’d done enough damage to Maverick in the past. I wasn’t going to force him intoanything.These past years without him, and the ache in my heart when he strolled onto our field that day solidified the fact that he was calling the shots now.
“I…” Mav cleared his throat. He picked at the label on his water bottle, gazing up at Quinton for guidance. Something he saw in the man’s eyes must have given him courage. “I had a lot to drink during the game…”
He trailed off, groaning and hiding his face in his hands. Leaving me to put the pieces together. My eyes followed Quinton’s gaze to the water bottle. I took in the quirk to his lips, the way Maverick squirmed in his seat. Combine that with the sounds he’d made in the shower, and the words he’d whispered before he came undone—the ones he probably thought I hadn’t heard.
“I can’t hold it anymore.”
Oh, shit. “You pissed yourself?”
Maverick groaned and slid down in his seat. I wasn’t sure how much hiding he thought he could do but damn, he was really trying. My attention flickered between the two men, waiting forsomeoneto confirm my suspicions. Quinton said nothing, watching Maverick with that look that hadmewriggling in myseat. When Mav peered through his fingers at me, the sparkle in his eyes gave me my answer.
I’d heard stories of people getting fucked until their bladder gave out but I hadn’t tried it—I never trusted anyone enough.
