For a moment, our eyes met, and all the love and emotion behind his gray ones hit me so hard, it fucking hurt. It was over as quickly as it had begun. Mav’s hands curled around the backs of my thighs, holding me steady, which thank fuck for that because I wasn’t sure I could stand on my own. I confirmed my worries when his lips wrapped around my cock and my knees buckled.
But Mav didn’t let me fall. He never would. “Mav, fuck. I’m not gonna last.”
He didn’t always like to swallow, so I tried to be good about warning him. His fingers sunk into the fleshy bits of my inner thighs, his way of telling me not to fucking move. Our eyes met once more as my orgasm took me before I came down his throat.
Maverick pulled off me, looking a little dazed. He collapsed down onto his ass, dragging me with him.
I fell into the hardness of his body with anoomph. He just mumbled sleepily and sucked on the side of my neck.
“Thank you,” he whispered eventually, after we had been lying there for so long my ass was becoming numb.
He didn’t have to thank me for that and he knew it. “Always, darling. Love you.”
He bit my neck lightly again. “Love you too.”
CHAPTER 10
BROOKS
“How comeMatty never gets involved in the fights?” I asked, my elbows resting on my knees as I studied the ice. Not that I wanted to see Matty get slammed against the boards or swung at, but since that seemed like the most fun part of the sport, I was curious.
My knowledge of hockey was . . . limited. Admittedly, most of it had come from romance novels. None of that was relevant when it came to a bunch of high school kids, obviously, so I was pretty lost. But I was trying to learn more now since Matty loved it so much, and a lot of it went over my head.
“He’s the goalie.” Maverick threw his arm over my shoulders, bringing me close. He smelled like mangoes and aftershave since he’d ended up taking a second shower after he and Skye had had an afternoon delight. I wasn’t jealous, it was important for our dynamic to include one-on-one moments, but I had felt some serious FOMO when I’d walked into the office and seen them cuddled on the floor, all fucked out. Especially because I’d spent my afternoon slogging through an insane number of documents and footage that Diego had found. “It’s an unspoken rule, especially at this level: don’t mess with the goalie. If anyone did, the whole team would go off on them.”
I liked that. Matty needed that kind of support after all the bullshit. And from the little bit I understood about the rules, he was great at his position. This team seemed to be gunning for the goal. Matty’s team, the Phantoms, was struggling to keep the puck away from the opposition. They must’ve taken at least 1,000 shots at the goal already and Matty hadn’t let one in. It was fucking awesome.
“Can someone move the camera? I can’t see the goal anymore,” Luca complained, his voice intense. He would get so into these games, even when he couldn’t be here. He knew every single one of Matty’s stats from the last year, even including the exhibition games. He knew all the players’ names, their strengths, and weaknesses. He even knew which ones were planning on playing at the college level and had professional goals. Yet, I didn’t think Matty had a clue. Luca was trying, but his lack of communication was still his biggest flaw, and a lot of that seemed to fall on his relationship with Matty these days. It bothered Luca that he wasn’t as close to him as the rest of us were, but he also seemed to struggle to express that whenever he had a chance. So, he picked up the slack in the best way he knew how.
Skye leaned over from where he was sitting on the other side of Mav and adjusted the camera.
“Better?” he asked, leaning into Mav’s side.
“Yeah, thank you.” That was Wes.
By unspoken agreement, nobody asked them about Everett. We’d learned a lot about all that bullshit, but this was Matty’s time. Work could wait. Tomorrow, once I was home from my job, we’d all start fresh and come up with a real plan.
It was a given that Everett was coming back to the Castellano estate. Well, at least to me. He wouldn’t be safe anywhere else. That had been proven when even the FBI and marshals had struggled to protect him. Ramirez had done a good job, but thatwasn’t sustainable. It only made sense for him to stay with us until the situation was resolved. We still had to tell Matty, but I didn’t think it would be an issue. He was a damn good kid.
And a damn good goalie, as he managed to block and clear another fucking shot.
“Why do the offense people suck?” I whined. It was stressing me out seeing so many of the opposing team crowding Matty.
“They’re kids, sweetheart,” Wes admonished gently through the phone.
I shrugged. I stood by my sentiment.
“The other team has a really strong offense,” Diego commented for the first time since the game had started. He had never shown any interest in sports growing up, except the occasional MMA fight, but he seemed to really get into hockey. And not just at the NHL level, where we could admire the pros’ asses and flexibility. Not that Diego paid much attention to that kind of thing.
Finally, the period ended and the team skated off. Thank fuck, I needed a break.
Mav kissed the side of my head roughly. “Anxious, brat?”
“Yeah. You ever see the videos of parents of Olympic athletes in the stands and they’re freaking the fuck out while their kid performs?”
“I don’t think so, but I get what you mean.”
“That’s how I feel. I’m like freaking Aly Raisman’s parents in that TikTok.”
