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“You don’t have to . . .” His breath shudders when I drop to my knees, my gaze zeroing in on his dick. I don’t offer him any words or tell him that Idohave to. I press a kiss to his tip before opening my mouth and drawing him inside. “Okay, maybe you do. Fuck yes. Yes, you do.”
I chuckle around him, my tongue flicking over the bead of precum that drips from him. The explosion of taste on my tongue overwhelms me, and I hollow my cheeks, flicking my eyes up to him.
His are squeezed closed as I explore him with my mouth, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. I continue to roll my tongue around him, alternating between sucking and flicking. He pulses inside me, and I grab his hand, wrapping it around my head.
“Show me,” I mutter around him, and he curses again. “Show me how you like it, Maverick. Fuck my mouth like I know you want to.”
“I-I d-don’t—” His words fail him as I grip his thigh, digging my fingers in as I suck him to the back of my throat. I choke over his length, but instead of feeling fear as it takes my breath away, I want more. “Fuckkkk.”
His fingers thread through my hair, his grip firm but gentle as he moves me up and down his length. With each thrust to the back of my throat, my center pulses, wetness dampening my panties.
I clench my thighs together, trying to find some much needed friction as he fucks my mouth. His hips piston, his length filling me as he pulses. “I’m going to come,” he hisses, his teeth clenched.
He tries to pull me away, but I suck harder, keeping him in my mouth as his orgasm takes over his body. He trembles as he stands, his length pulsating as cum hits the back of my throat in long streams.
“Shit . . .” His chest heaves, and his eyes dip down, locking on mine as I deliver a final lick to his tip, swallowing every bit of cum that lingers on my tongue. “Holy fuck, Bea.”
He bends down, his hands shaky as he lifts me into his chest. My legs wrap around him, my clit pulsing with need as his still-hard dick presses against me. The friction from the seam of my jeans is enough to have me panting.
He carries me into my bedroom, depositing me on my bed as he crawls over me. He leans down, claiming my lips once more. And in this moment, Maverick Brady steals the final pieces of me, and I’m not sure I ever want him to give them back. Not anymore.
Maverick
Beatrice shivers beneath me as my hands run over her tattoo. Her top is pushed up, allowing my fingers to trace every single line as I commit them to memory.
“You gonna tell me about it?” I ask her when I trace the symbols on her spine. “It’s beautiful, Bumblebee. Just like you.”
“Who knew you were such a sweet talker?” She chuckles, tugging her shirt down as she shuffles on the bed until she’s facing me. I wait her out, and her eyes dip as she chews her lip.
Using my thumb, I tug the skin from between her teeth, dropping a light kiss to her mouth. She sighs, her hand pressing to my chest as she runs her fingers over my skin.
“I’d been playing about with this drawing for a while, not really sure what I wanted to do with it, but I knew it was something I needed to keep. Then, one day, one of Dad’s tattoo-artist friends came over to touch up Mom’s name on Dad’s neck, and he saw me fiddling with the drawing and said it would make a great tattoo. And I guess the moment he said that, something just clicked, and I knew that’s what it was meant to be. It was how I got to keep it with me; how I got to keepyou,forever.”
Her words hit me straight in the chest, and my heart races. “What does it mean?”
She smiles, her eyes finding mine in the darkening room. They’re alight with happiness, something I didn’t realize I’d missed seeing from her. “The symbols are Greek numerals, and the flowers and feathers, well they’re just pretty, and I wanted to surround the numbers with beauty.”
“You’re not going to tell me what the numbers are?” I ask, narrowing my eyes. She shakes her head, chuckling. I drop another kiss to her lips before climbing over her and grabbing my phone from where she plugged it in on the nightstand.
Loading up Google, I type out “Greek numerals,” bringing up a series of hits. I click the first one, nudging Beatrice’s shoulder until she’s laying on her front again. I push her shirt up, flicking on the lamp on her nightstand as I scroll through the site, my eyes finding the numbers instantly.
Zero, nine, one, five. The same as the pin to her phone.
The numbers in themselves tickle a memory that wants to burst free. I rack my brain, filtering through the years we’ve known each other until I find the one I’m looking for. I choke on a breath, and she rolls again, her back flat to the bed.
“September fifteenth . . .”
“The day you joined the high school football team and officially got handed the number fifteen jersey,” she whispers, her words confirming my thoughts. My mouth gapes, and I try to find something to say, but nothing comes out. “That was the day I saw you become someone. Someone to really be proud of. You knew, the minute Coach Saunders handed you that jersey, you knew exactly where you were going and what your purpose was in the world. That day gave me hope that one day I’d find my purpose too. My therapist told me in one of our first sessions that I needed to find light on the dark days, something that made me want to keep moving forward no matter how bad things got.”
“Bumblebee—”
“You’re my reason, Maverick,” she mutters, rolling over and lifting until her face is inches from mine. “No matter where we are in our lives, or how much distance is between us, it always comes back to you. That day, you changed my life. And then you changed it again and again. You have saved me and brought me back to life so many times, way more than you’ll ever know. What you said back there, at the parking lot?”
I nod, my eyes misting as I blink, trying to push the too strong emotions down.
“I’ve fucked up too, so many times,” she says, leaning forward to press the sweetest kiss to my lips. “But coming here, finding you again? That isn’t one of them, and no matter what tomorrow brings, you will always be the light in my life.”
“I’m so fucking sorry.” Her brows snap up, her lips turning down. “I should have never let you go. Not when you were fourteen, and especially not when you were seventeen. I am so sorry I left you to suffer on your own. I will spend every single day of the rest of my life trying to fix those mistakes. I wasn’t lying when I said wherever you go, I’ll follow. You are everything, Bumblebee. And I am sorry that I ever let you think otherwise. Never again. You won’t be alone anymore. You’re stuck with me.”
