Page 15 of Lawless

“Off-grid. You’re safe here.”

I nod, unable to feel anything but safe while we’re in the middle of nowhere.

Grabbing one of the mugs, I lift it to my nose and inhale the rich scent while Mav pulls out a handful of my panties.

I watch him for a moment, trying to untangle them, and add them to my pile, but he fails.

“You enjoying yourself there?” I tease.

He pauses and for a moment, I think he’s going to drop them and try to pretend nothing happened. But then a smirk curls at the corners of his lips and he glances up at me through his long, thick lashes.

My stomach somersaults as he lifts the tangled mess to his nose and inhales deeply.

Oh my fucking God.

Heat pools between my thighs as his eyes hold mine, the tension between us crackling like wildfire.

“Umm,” he rumbles. “Washing powder.”

His eyes crinkle at the side with amusement before a laugh erupts from my chest.

“You’re such an idiot,” I cry as he laughs alongside me.

Abandoning my panties, he moves closer, spins me around, and the second I spread my thighs, he steps between them.

Holding my face in his large hands, he dips his head and drags his nose across my cheek before nuzzling my hair.

“The real thing smells so much better,” he confesses before twisting his fingers in my locks and pulling my head back so sharply it startles me. But the shock only lasts a second before overwhelming joy takes over. For so long I’ve wanted Mav to throw me around like I’m nothing more than a rag doll. I began to wonder if he was capable of it, but I’m starting to experience signs that he might just be the kind of man I always hoped he would be.

His grip on my hair stings, but it’s so welcome and even more so when he plunges his tongue between my lips and continues the kiss we started in the car.

5

MAVERICK

Forcing myself to move, I rip my lips from Alana’s and take a huge step back.

Dragging my eyes open, I stare at the incredible woman sitting before me.

She’s dressed head to toe in black because I told her what to wear when I woke her in the middle of the night. She barely even questioned me.

I don’t deserve her. I really fucking don’t. But she’s here, and despite everything I’ve told myself over the past five years, my resolve is going to shatter.

Some might say it already has.

I’ve had her lips wrapped around my dick. I’ve come down her throat for fuck’s sake. That is not the delicate, gentlemanly way I always told myself I’d treat her.

But she wants it, a little voice points out in my head.

She’s fucking begging for it.

As much as I hated it, hearing and seeing her with JD, it broke through something I refused to acknowledge, something she told me time and time again she needed, but I point-blank refused to accept.

Alana might be my wife, the only woman I’ve ever loved. But she isn’t some delicate flower that’s likely to break at any given moment. She’s strong. So fucking strong. And she knows what she wants. I’m just the stupid motherfucker who’s refused to give it to her because I think she deserves more.

What if she deserves exactly what she’s got?

What if I do too?

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