“HEY!” Maverick’s voice booms through the house. “Y’all home? I brought donuts!”
Catalina rips her mouth from mine with a groan, throwing her head back like she’s in pain. “No, absolutely not.”
I close my eyes, bite back a curse, and rest my forehead against hers. “Of course,” I mutter. “Of course, he picks now.”
Maverick bursts into the kitchen, pink box in hand, grinning wide as if he didn’t just walk in on me seconds before stripping my wife. “Oh, good, you’re not naked. Catalina, you look like you could use a Boston cream.”
She glares daggers at him. “You’re dead to me.”
Maverick laughs, popping the lid open. “Love you too, Cat.”
I tighten my grip on her waist, kiss her temple, and mutter, “One of these days, darlin’, we’re lockin’ the damn doors.”
She sighs, as dramatic as ever. “One of these days, Carter, I’m gonna kill him.”
Maverick winks, shoving a donut in his mouth, completely unfazed.
He’s halfway through his donut when I’ve had enough. I let out a sharp breath, gently slide Catalina out of my arms, and stalk toward him.
He blinks as I place a hand on his chest and push him backward, box and all. “Whoa—hey! What the hell, man?”
“Out,” I snap, herding him toward the front door.
Maverick stumbles a step, still chewing, powdered sugar dusting his shirt. “Why do you hate me?” he yelps, indignant. “I bring pastries, I bring joy, and this is the thanks I get?”
I shove harder, jaw tight, every nerve still buzzing from Catalina’s body pressed against mine a minute ago. “I don’t hate you. I’m tryin’ to have sex with my wife.”
Maverick’s eyes widen, his grin spreading slow and wicked. “Ohhh. Ohhh. That’s what this is.”
“Get out, Mav.” I wrench the door open and push him across the threshold.
He laughs so hard that powdered sugar sprays into the air. “You’re unbelievable. Can’t even enjoy a jelly-filled with my brother without gettin’ cockblocked by true love.”
“Goodbye, Maverick.” I slam the door in his face before he can get another word out.
When I turn around, Catalina’s leaning against the counter, arms crossed, smirking at me.
“‘Trying to have sex with my wife,’” she repeats, grinning. “Very smooth, cowboy.”
I stride back over, grip her waist, and hoist her onto the counter so she’s eye level with me. “Not smooth, darlin’. Just honest.”
Her laugh bubbles out, wicked and smug, as she hooks her legs around me. “Then be honest with me upstairs.”
I swoop her up into my arms, kissing her neck with each stride I take up the wooden stairs.By the time I get her upstairs and set her on my bed, I’m half feral with need. I toss my hat on the dresser, kick off my boots, and turn to her where she’s perched on the edge of the bed, smug as sin.
“Alright, darlin’,” I rasp, tugging at the hem of her shirt. “No more interruptions.”
She places her hands behind her, leaning back slightly to make her tits strain against the fabric. “Not so fast, cowboy.”
My brows draw together. “Catalina?—”
My cock aches against my zipper, my jaw clenching tight. “You’re makin’ me crawl?”
She tilts her head, hair spilling over her shoulder, wedding ring catching the lamplight. “Uh-huh. On your knees, Hayes. Show me how badly you want it.”
For a beat, I stand there, chest heaving, watching her grin widen. She knows exactly what she’s doing—driving me crazy, making me lose the control I guard so damn tight.
I drop to my knees. The carpet burns as I move forward, crawling slowly, my eyes never leaving hers. Her breath catches, but she keeps that smug little smile, spreading her thighs wider on the mattress as I reach her.
