“A minute, maybe two. Three, if we’ve been fucking for a while.”
“So you could get off again, already?”
“A dozen times, if you didn’t tap out by then.”
Holy shit.
His lips curved wickedly when I tightened around him, and his cock throbbed in response. “What do you say?”
“Just fuck me.”
He did exactly that, making me come over and over until my body was jelly and I was questioning why I hadn’t just asked him to bite me again already.
Eventually,we stumbled back to bed. I had another one of his hoodies on, and he was only wearing a pair of sweats. Maverick was a few steps behind me, drying his hair with a towel.
“I don’t think I want to know what time it is,” I mumbled, still a little shaky.
“Doesn’t matter. You’re not going back to work.”
I rolled my eyes. “Okay.”
He grabbed my hips, stopping me a few feet away from the bed. “It still smells like Harper in here. Let me change the bedding.”
I nodded, following him across the apartment and finally taking everything in.
His space was similar to the guest room I’d stayed in. Modern. Clean. Simple, but obviously expensive. His was done in darker colors, and had enough cozy items to make it significantly more comfortable than my gilded cage.
It also had one strange style of décor:
My dirty clothes.
Everywhere.
Well, noteverywhere. Just draped over the backs of chairs and couches, tucked in closets, and placed in random nooks.
So basically, everywhere.
The space was laid out fairly similarly to mine and Harper’s apartment, with his second bedroom being the office I’d visited when he told me we were fated. Everything was oversized, but that was to be expected.
“Want a tour?” Maverick asked, as he opened a closet and pulled out a set of spare sheets along with another blanket. The blanket was gigantic, electric blue, and made of what looked like fake fur on one side. I figured there was a story behind it.
“I’d love one.”
He turned back to me and gestured sweepingly to the space in front of us with the arm he hadn’t tucked the blue blanket under. “There’s the kitchen. It remains untouched and unused despite its glory. My true skill is in buying food. I haven’t baked anything since before the war.”
“Virgin appliances. Nice.” I nodded approval.
“Living room’s to the right. Giant TV included.” He spread his hands as if he were framing it.
I mimicked the spreading. “Gotta love a giant TV.”
“Exactly. The extra bathroom’s nothing special, but it’s there.” He tilted his head toward a door that stood open. I could see part of a mirror through it.
“Come this way.” Maverick slung his free arm over my shoulders, and we walked into the bedroom. I was actuallystarting to like the weight of his arm resting there. It made me feel sort of... loved.
His bedroom was pretty normal, with one (oversized) bed in the center, a nightstand on either side of it, and a lamp on each of the nightstands. He’d forgone a dresser and organized all of his clothes into the closet’s drawers.
In one corner, he had a comfortable-looking chair (also oversized), and in the other, what looked like a giant wolf’s equivalent of a dog bed.
