Page 60 of How We End
“A simple fuck.”He moved closer, breathing those words into my skin.
“It’s never simple,” I said, letting his hand slip into my robe, cupping my breast.
“This one is.”He rolled my nipple between his fingers.“He likes tits, which makes you perfect for him.”Maverick took my glass and set it on the table.He pulled me onto his lap.“I shouldn’t have said those things to you.”
“No, you shouldn’t have.”
Maverick kissed my shoulder as his hands slid around to my back, cupping my ass.If I closed my eyes, I could pretend it was someone else.That the hard cock I felt straining against the designer suit pants was someone else’s.
“Let me make it up to you.”Maverick pulled my mouth down to his.Years ago, I had mistaken these moments for something other than what they were.Maverick getting what he wanted.
“You could say you’re sorry.”My fingers worked the button of his pants.
Maverick pulled away, cupping my cheek.“I’m sorry, Wyatt.I had a bad morning, and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.Forgive me?”
I kissed him hard, working his cock from his pants.He handed me a condom, my mouth never leaving his as I slipped it on.It was mere seconds before I was seated on him.Listening to the low rumble of Maverick’s voice.Letting him fill the emptiness that was threatening to pull me into it.To remind me what I was.That his soft words weren’t meant as anything more than foreplay.And that this was my life.Not some silly dream.And not the one Julian thought we had.I was a whore.
So I fucked Maverick.I got lost in the way his fingers cut into my hips.The feel of his mouth on my skin.This was the part Julian was ignoring.I fucked men in their designer suits.I listened to them cry out my name.And no matter how much I wanted to, I couldn’t stop.I needed this job.The security Maverick brought.The money men like Richard paid.If there was a silver lining in Deadwood, it was the stark reminder of what my life could look like.
Maverick finished like he always did, cursing my name.His blue eyes were bright with his orgasm.He brushed the hair off my cheek.“It’s a holiday.”
“I know.”I had broken so many rules in the last couple months, I felt unmoored from my life.I moved to get off him, but he stopped me.
“I mean it.I’m sorry.I was an ass.”
“You were.”I kissed him quickly and stood, pulling my robe tight around me.I knew what would come next.Maverick would shower and head home back to Dana and the soft, warm life she had created for them.I walked over to the bar, tossing a towel at Maverick.
“Are you going to keep seeing him?”
“He’s a client, and my clients are not your concern.”I glanced back.My voice sounded hollow.“Are you going to shower?”
“He’s more than a client.”
I could hear him adjusting his clothing.The sound of a silk-lined suit coat sliding over a cotton dress shirt.The thought of Julian filled me with regret.I was no better than his ex.Fucking some man because I needed something he couldn’t give.No, something I wouldn’t let him give me.“No, he’s not.”
“Do you want me to stay for a bit?Being that it’s a holiday.”
“No.I’m fine, and that’s not what we are.”I poured another shot and watched the lights of the casinos and hotels flash bright against the night sky.
“What’s wrong?”He came up behind me.
My mother was crazy, my father delusional, and I missed a man who wasn’t for me to miss.“Long flight.You know the drill with the new clients.”
“It’ll be easy.No small talk, just a fuck.”
“Easy or not, he still has to play by the rules.Right?We know what happens when I don’t play by the rules.”I met Maverick’s eyes, daring him to contradict me.
He turned his head, jaw tightening.“That’s not what I meant.I only want you to be careful.”
“We both know that is a lie.It won’t happen again.”I watched the Strip below.“I have another booking at midnight.Tell him three.”I wanted enough time to let my regret fade before I had to face Julian.
“Make it five.”
“Three.”I looked over my shoulder at Maverick.
He opened his mouth to say something but closed it and kissed me softly.“Three it is.I should go.Dana is going to be worried.”He kissed my cheek.“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah.”I turned and forced a smile.“Tell Dana happy Thanksgiving.”
