Page 22 of My Three Rivals

Maverick

The minute I was out of Tegan’s view, I started to strip off my clothes until I’d left a trail to the bathroom door, where I secured myself, turning on the shower.

I thought about what had just transpired. A call had come in for Atticus earlier in the evening, and the three of us were hanging out in the living room, waiting for Tegan to emerge so we could continue to harass her gently. But she refused to leave her bedroom, and we eventually ended up playing cards and complaining that there was no beer or food in the house.

“There’s wine,” Wyatt commented, and I grunted.

“You drink the wine. I’m going shopping.”

“No shopping tonight,” Atticus insisted when his phone rang. We eyed him expectantly when he let out a curse under his breath. “It’s my vacation rentals agent.”

“Those properties are more trouble than they’re worth,” I told him, but he was already answering the call, and Wyatt fell back from the game to screw around on his phone as I stared toward the stairs, half-expecting Tegan to reappear under my quiet willing.

A moment later, Atticus returned with a moderately sheepish expression on his face.

“I have to go,” Atticus informed us, causing both Wyatt and I to laugh. “The guests are trashing my house. Something about a goat? I don’t know, but I have to deal with it.”

We didn’t begrudge him, and he flew out of the house to tend to his property. Wyatt and I looked at one another mischievously.

“I’m going back to the city,” I informed him, standing.

“For the night?”

“For food and beer… and maybe some interesting company. That woman upstairs has me… tense.”

“Yeah. Tense. Sure.” Wyatt scowled deeply, and I realized what he was thinking.

“All consenting adult stuff, Wy. It’s all good,” I assured him.

His face flushed furiously, even when I left it at that, and he turned away.

“I guess I’m staying to babysit the queen,” he muttered, rising from the coffee table where our card game had been laid out.

I promised to bring him something back to eat, but he refused, heading up in a moderate sulk. Something must have triggered him. This type of mood only appeared whenever memories of his mother surfaced in the smallest way. I didn’t bother to placate him. The best thing to do was let him wallow in the bad memories of his past.

In the meantime, I would ignore mine entirely.

I hadn’t been at the small bar on the outskirts of Sacramento for very long when the blonde had glued herself to me, commenting on my car. She must have seen me pull in and left her friend alone, her intentions with me crystal clear from the moment she sat down.

How the hell was I supposed to know she was Tegan’s high school nemesis? I found it hard to believe that Tegan had problems in high school at all, given her stunning good looks and take-no-shit attitude, but it appeared as though she had been the target of Mean Girls. I knew how it looked to Tegan, like I had somehow conspired to bring Natalia there on purpose.

The water in the shower heated after almost two full minutes of running; yet another problem with the old house. But the moment it was warm enough, I climbed over the edge of the tub and allowed the warm water to slide over me. It was nowhere near as hot as the water in my condo, but it would suffice for what I had to do.

My hand fell around the throb of my cock, half-formed ever since I’d stalked up the stairs and into the shower. Natalia had gotten me all worked up, but she wasn’t the one on my mind right now.

Streaks of water spilled over me, allowing the grip of my hand to hold and slide easily as my head touched the cracked tile. My eyes closed, summoning the image of the raven-haired beauty only a few feet away. The desire to jump out of the tub and show her what she was missing was insurmountable.

It made me harder to think about it, me, dripping wet and naked, standing in front of Tegan with my massive, swollen cock, ready for her. What would she do? How would she react?

The idea moved my hand quicker as I imagined her dropping to her knees and taking me down that mouthy throat, gagging slightly with the length, her hands teasing my sac.

I groaned, the urgency of my release mounting, fingers tightening as the water already began to run colder, but I didn’t care. In my mind’s eye, I was lost in Tegan’s full, sensual lips, hips thrusting as she suctioned around me.

“Shit!” I grunted, barely managing to keep the sound to myself.

Hot streams of lava erupted from me, and I shook, allowing myself to fully climax, my seed swirling down the drain.

A sharp rap on the door straightened me, and the haze of my fantasy cleared away. “Mav?”

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