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I blink upward, holding his gaze as he lowers me to my feet and whisper the only word that I’m able to form. “Okay.”
“Good, now let’s go see who the fuck is here before I kick my brother’s ass for interrupting.”
I nod and follow him while he takes his time getting us back to the shoreline. On the beach, I grab my towel from my chair, wrap it around my body and take in all that’s Maverick, including the hard-on he’s still sporting. It’s impressive, and I wonder what it will look like. From what I felt, he’s thick. And though I’m no virgin, I’m definitely not experienced. It would take a miracle for his shaft to fit inside me without him doing something to make that happen.
“Don’t worry, Sweets, when the time comes, it’ll fit,” Maverick murmurs, grinning.
Oh God, did I say that last part out loud?
“Did I say something about it fitting?” I stare at him, my cheeks heating with embarrassment.
“No, but it’s written all over your face, the way you’re staring at my dick. I just had my fingers inside you and know how tight you are. So fuckin’ snug, I’ll have to get you nice and wet, stretch you some before working my cock inside you.” The way he says this has me visualizing just that.
I draw my bottom lip between my teeth at the same time squeezing my legs together.
“Jesus, fuck, Sweets, you want that don’t you?”
“Yes.” I nod and suck in a breath. “I want everything with you. I just don’t know how to do it and more than that, I don’t want to disappoint you when you find me as nothing more than vanilla.”
Maverick drops the chair and pulls me in his arms, holding me flush against him. “Nothing about you is vanilla, so there’s no fuckin’ way you could be vanilla when I’m inside you.”
With that said, he takes my hand, forgetting my chair, and all but drags me up to the beach house. My mind swirls with his words. The way he’s showed me patience, soft touches and kisses, and that orgasm just now . . . yeah, I want it all. When it comes to Maverick, I want everything, and with him I don’t feel nervous. Not anymore.
Making it to the house, Maverick opens the door and lets us both in only for me to come to a stop at the sight of the people filling the room.
“Mom. Dad,” I whisper and look at the others standing near them—my brothers.
CHAPTERTWELVE
MAVERICK
“Mom, Dad,” Nevaeh’s whispers, and I note the tremble in her voice. One I’ve never heard other than when she’s asleep and having a nightmare.
“The fuck,” I mutter, glancing at my brothers then back to the older man with his arm around a woman who looks like an older vision of Nevaeh. Behind them, three other men. I can only take a wild guess that they’re Nevaeh’s brothers. Looking back to my brothers, I wrap my arm tight around my woman, feeling her body starting to shake. “Someone want to explain what they’re all doing here?”
“We’re here because my sister is here.” One of the brothers steps around his parents. I notice he’s wearing a cut and on it shows he’s the President and his name’s Banshee. I take him in as I move in front of Nevaeh. He’s my height and has roughly fifty pounds of muscle on me, but I could still take him if need be.
“Doesn’t tell me shit,” I grunt and look back to my brothers. “You call them, Pirate?”
“Fuck no, Maverick,” Pirate grumbles, arms crossed over his chest, Gizmo curling around Pirate’s legs, mewling. The two of them seem to have bonded somewhat, meaning the fucker’s bribed the cat with treats.
“Nevaeh,” the woman speaks up, and I turn my attention back to Nevaeh’s family. I watch as the woman starts to take a step forward, but her husband stops her.
“Careful, Brynne,” Daghda says, eyeing me as I keep Nevaeh behind me.
“Maverick,” Nevaeh whimpers, her fingers pressing against my back, and I realize we’re both not dressed for this shit.
I reach behind me and take Nevaeh’s hand in mine. I pull her to my side and hold her close. “This shit’s gonna be put on pause for a few minutes,” I declare and guide Nevaeh toward our room. No one speaks, but I sense her brothers’ eyes on me, or more to the point they’re directed at my woman. “Sabotage, figure out dinner.”
“Already on it, brother. Wrath ordered Chinese,” Sabotage says as I pass him. “We’d already decided to order everything on the menu, so there’s plenty for everyone.”
“Right.” I nod, without another word. Right now, I don’t want to think of food, but I know Nevaeh still needs to eat, though I’m sure she doesn’t want to, and she’ll try to say she’s not hungry.
I guide her into the room, close the door, and lock us inside, away from the others. Spinning Nevaeh toward me, I cup either side of her face. “You okay?” I murmur, looking between her eyes, assessing what’s behind the fear that shimmers in her gaze.
“How did they find me?” her voice waivers, and I wish I could take the pain I’m sure she’s feeling away.
“Don’t know, Sweets, but I intend to find out,” I promise, stroking my thumb against her cheek. “I won’t let them or anyone take you from me.”
