That’s what I needed to hear.
“I’m ready,” I tell him honestly.
I’m ready to take that step with him. I’m ready to see how it goes. I’m terrified, my chest tight with nerves to see how it goes.
The only thing I’ve ever felt with sex is pain; it’s the only thing that I associate sex with.
I don’t want to do that anymore.
I know with Maverick it will be different. I know it won’t be pain. I know that he won’t get off on the pain.
That’s what makes me nervous—this is completely new territory for me.
Maverick’s face turns serious, “What are you saying? I need the words from you, darlin’.”
I lick my lips, running my hand up his side. “I want to try to be with you. I’m ready.”
“We’ll take it slow. You tell me to stop and I will.”
I kiss him sweetly on the lips. “That’s why I’m so sure. You’ll keep me safe.”
“I will always protect you, even if it’s from myself.”
He sits up slightly, tugging my shirt over my head, leaving me in my bra. His eyes feast on me, looking me up and down. “So fucking beautiful.” His finger drifts over a small burn scar above my right breast.
He pays attention to every little scar, mark, freckle on my arm, chest, neck. “I was so scared to show you these marks,” I admit my fears.
Many nights before I met Maverick, I would stay up all night long worried what people would think. I just felt ugly.
Maverick leans above me, kissing me so tenderly my toes curl, resting his forehead against mine. “You never have to be scared of me, ever.” He kisses me once more, stroking my arm, my side and hip.
I ache in anticipation, needing so much more.
Maverick settles his weight more on me. I feel him hard, pressing against me. I can’t resist the urge, tilting my hips, feeling him rub against me.
God, I need more.
Maverick runs his hand down my leg, sliding under my butt and cupping my ass, lifting me higher so he can rub himself against me even harder.
I grip the blankets beside me as new feelings flow through my body. He drags his lips from mine and I throw my head back, looking at the ceiling.
He buries his face in the side of my neck, kissing, blowing, licking. My toes curl. I lift my legs, cupping against his hips.
He presses his hand onto my hips, pressing me down onto the bed, stopping my movement.
“Is this okay?” he asks.
I look down and see his face right above my breasts. I nod.
He grips the cup of my bra, tearing me free. His eyes are on me as his mouth closes around my nipple.
“Oh god,” I choke out, gripping the back of his head.
His tongue swirls around the tip before sucking deep. My whole body freezes up as the pleasure shoots straight to my pussy.
He lets me go with a pop, moving to the next and giving it the same treatment as the first.
I let go of his hair, gripping the sheets once more, trying to gather myself, make sense of all of these feelings.
He lets me go, kissing down to my stomach, under my breasts. He reaches under me, unhooking my bra to free me completely.
His hand cups me, running his thumb over my nipple. “So goddamn beautiful,” he growls, biting my belly slightly. “Can I take off your pants?” he asks.
“Take it all off,” I choke out, completely breathless with need and nervousness still pooling in my stomach at what is going to happen next.
What if I don’t enjoy it?
What if it hurts me badly?
I catch his grin, and he grips my pants, tearing them down my legs. He’s on his knees above me, looking down.
“I feel like I shouldn’t even be touching you. You’re too fucking precious,” he tells me, and I can tell he’s serious.
I sit up. “I don’t deserve you.”
That is honestly how I feel. He’s so great to me, treats me so well, and what do I bring to the table?
He glares at me. that’s the first time he’s ever given me a look other than soft. “Don’t ever say that shit ever again. You deserve the fucking world.” His hand wraps around my throat, squeezing the sides slightly, pulling me closer.
“You deserve everything. You have me, and I will never fucking leave because I am selfish. I am so fucking selfish, I can’t live without you. I want to keep you, make you fucking mine. Brand that shit across your forehead so every fucker knows it. I want you having my fucking babies.”
Babies?
That rings through me in shock and utter happiness.
I put my hand over his on my throat, his fingers flexing. His nose is flaring from his anger. “Babies?”
His face softens slightly. “Yeah, babies. I want to see you big, barefoot in my fucking kitchen like some shit on TV.”
I laugh. “Well, you better get to work.” I smirk.
His eyes heat at my words. I just gave him the go-ahead. “Say fucking less.”
He presses me onto the bed, hand still on my throat, gliding down to my legs. He looks up at me before he continues.
I nod.
He pushes open my legs, scooting down the bed with him on his belly.
His eyes connect with mine before he ducks his head, kissing my inner thigh. I start shaking with anticipation; he is so close to my pussy.
I try to stop all of the bad thoughts before they surface. He licks up my thighs stopping right before my apex.
I cover my face, the nerves getting the best of me, the wait.
I feel his hot breath against my lips before he licks. I almost jump off the bed. Maverick grips my thighs, holding me down.
He spreads my lips open, and I stop breathing, waiting.
He licks my clit before softly sucking it into his mouth, pulling slightly. “Oh my god.” My voice is shaky.
Maverick moans. He eats me like he is starved.
Licking, sucking, biting. I can’t lie still. I’m all over the bed trying to fully comprehend what is happening.
Maverick slides a finger inside of me. I clamp down hard. He adds another, moving slowly, curling his fingers.
“Ahh,” I moan and bite the pillow that is thrown over my face.
My toes curl, then I come hard. I pulsate around his fingers, against his face. I push the pillow off of my face, breathing hard.
My mind tries to wrap around what just happened.
Maverick rests his head against my leg, looking up at me, grinning from ear to ear. Someone is feeling smug.
I smile back. “That was…wow.”
He grins even wider, sliding off the bed, stripping off his shirt. My mouth dries at the sight of his abs. Oh my god.
Oh so slowly, he pulls down his pants. He is completely commando. His dick springs free, hitting him in the stomach, and my stomach twists in knots.
I’m really doing this.
“Darlin’, if you don't want to do this, just tell me, or if you want me to stop at any time, I will.”
My heart swells at his words; that means so much to me, as someone who has never had any choice when it comes to her body, ever.
That is everything to me.
“I want you,” I admit honestly.
I do want him. I want every single part of him.
He climbs onto the bed, settling in-between my legs. He gathers my hands, lifting them on either side of my face. His eyes never leave mine.
“I could look into your eyes forever,” he whispers, kissing me softly, tenderly, and filled with so much emotion.
His dick touches me, rubbing against me, and I clench hard in anticipation and need.
I want him so bad.
Never did I think I would need someone so bad in my life like I do him. He snakes a hand between our bodies, pressing his thumb to my clit.
“Maverick,” I moan, the pleasure almost too much from being so sensitive. “Hmm.” He kisses my neck, then taking my hand again, entwining our fingers.
Brea
the, Bell, I tell myself as I swallow down the panic, but I fight it. I can’t let it ruin my life.
He presses against my entrance and I try to relax, bracing for the pain.
Maverick doesn’t take his eyes off of my face, watching every single emotion. He slips inside, moving oh so slowly.
My eyes roll back in my head at the new feelings, my head thrown back as the fire lit inside of me grows higher and higher the deeper he moves.
“Look at me,” Maverick demands. I look at him. “You good, baby?” he asks, his arms shaking from restraining himself.
I nod. “I’m more than good.” My voice is darker, heavy with the pleasure I’m feeling.
He tightens his grip on my hands, kissing me as he slowly moves in and out. He kisses me, swallowing my moans,
I lift my legs higher on his hips and he hits a deeper spot inside of me. I jerk, tightening my grip on his hips, the pleasure taking my breath way.
It’s too much, but I want more and more.
He moves faster. I just can’t breathe, can’t move. I’m chasing something that is going to shatter me.
He lets go of my hands, bracing himself on his hand as he pounds inside of me. Our eyes connect, our faces showing how much we are destroying each other.
He snakes his hand between our bodies, his thumb on my clit once more. “Look at me, let me see you as you come apart on my cock”
I clench down onto him, falling apart. My whole body becomes uncontrollable, shaking from head to toe. I can’t even breathe or move.
Maverick lies on top of me as he falls apart with me. He is shaking. I kiss his cheek, both of us coming down from our high.
“Holy fucking shit. I am ruined,” I gasp.
His body starts shaking with laughter. He leans up, his eyes lit with pure happiness.
That’s all for me.
“I’ve been fucking ruined from the second I saw you, darlin’.” I smile widely, feeling pure happiness. I pull him down onto me.
Life can’t get any better.
9
Bell
I wake up smiling. Maverick is practically lying on top of me, holding me to him.
Burying my fingers into his hair, I rub his scalp and snuggle deeper into his arms.
It’s eight o’clock in the morning. I need to check with Ronny to make sure he’s okay.
Maverick lifts his arm, pulling me deeper under him, until he’s directly looking me in the face smiling. “Good morning.” His voice is rough from sleep.
Shivers run down my spine at the sexiest sound.
He arches an eyebrow and reaches under the covers to my pussy, cupping me. “Wet for me already?”
He rubs my clit slightly with his finger, still sensitive from last night. We had sex all night long. I’m not even sure how we’re even awake right now.
“I want one more from you,” he whispers in my ear before scooping me up. I laugh as he carries me into the bathroom.
* * *
I peek inside of Ronny’s bedroom to check on him. He’s still fast asleep. I walk into the kitchen and get busy making pancakes and bacon.
I hear the bedroom upstairs open while Maverick is flipping the pancakes.
We look up and Ronny walks down the stairs looking really unsure. “Good morning, honey, how did you sleep?” I ask.
He relaxes a little. “I slept good.” He looks unsure of what to do. I place banana slices on his plate with his pancakes and bacon.
“You both go on. I’ll bring everything to the table.” Maverick kisses me on the cheek and walks to the refrigerator.
“Come on, honey.”
Ronny follows me. I place his plate in front of him. “Did you make this?” he asks, picking up a fork. I smile, “I did.” I run my hand down the back of his head. I just want to scoop him up and hold him. I know it won’t take away everything that has happened to him.
“Do you have a favorite food?” I ask.
He shrugs. “I always wanted to make cupcakes from scratch.” He blushes and takes a bite of his bacon.
“We can make some cupcakes together. Would you like that?” I offer.
His eyes widen before he gives me a sheepish small, “With sprinkles?”
I giggle. “Like we can make cupcakes without it.”
He laughs with me, the world slowly falling from his little shoulders. Maverick walks from the kitchen, carrying our plates along with our drinks on a tray.
He sits down beside me. I reach under the table and put my hand on his leg.
He gives me a look but I ignore it, taking a bite of my food. He continues to stare. I just move my hand farther up his leg, stopping right before.
His hand closes around mine, stopping me,. I pull my hand loose, ignoring him and the fact I was being naughty.
I feel his eyes on me, my face growing hotter by the second in disbelief that I actually did that under the freaking breakfast table.
“Ronny, want to go get cleaned up? We will be up to bandage your back,” Maverick tells Ronny.
He runs upstairs and I slowly peek over at Maverick, who stands up, moving behind me.
His hand wraps around my neck, pulling me back until I’m looking up at him. “Wait until tonight, sweetheart. I wonder what your actions will get you.” He kisses me roughly, letting me know he’s in control.
I grin against his lips, kissing him back just as hard.
The front door is thrown open and I jump in shock, my heart pounding in my chest.
Maverick whips around, facing the intruder. “What the fuck are you doing?” he roars.
I fall off of the chair, hitting my mouth on the side of the table. I don’t even feel it as I scoot under the table in pure panic.
I’m scared out of my mind. I can’t see anything. I can’t breathe.
I can’t move.
Maverick
One of the newer prospects barges inside my house without fucking permission, holding stuff from the center that belongs to Ronny.
I glare at him, ready to fuck him up, when I hear a strange sound. I turn around to see Bell under the table with blood pouring from her mouth.
I fucking stop breathing. I push the table out of the way and bend down to lift her off the ground, carrying her into the kitchen and onto the island.
“Baby, breathe for me,” I plead when I notice her lips are turning blue. “Darlin’, please breathe for me” I cup her face, grabbing a towel and holding it up to her mouth.
Her eyes finally meet mine. “Yes, baby, look at me. Please breathe for me,” I plead with her, begging her with my eyes.
Her eyes roll back into her head and she falls forward. I catch her.
My eyes connect with the prospect who is standing there. Rage. That’s the only way I can describe how I’m feeling. It’s so fucking deep and pure. It’s all I feel.
“I’m going to fucking kill you.” I don’t even recognize my own voice.
He drops Ronny’s stuff onto the floor and runs out of the house. “Maverick, are you in the kitchen?” I hear Ronny ask.
FUCK.
He walks into the kitchen, taking in the scene in horror. “Did you hit her?” he accuses me.
I shake my head no. “She fell off of her chair. She had a panic attack. Do you ever get so scared sometimes you feel like you’re going to pass out?” I ask.
He nods. “I got so scared yesterday, I did this,” he admits, fucking shattering me.
“One of the prospects in my club scared her when he walked inside the house.”
Ronny’s face sets to anger. “He shouldn’t have done that.”
He climbs up onto the counter with Bell, taking her hand. “We will take care of her so she doesn’t get scared anymore.”
This kid.
I close my eyes. He is so wise beyond his years it’s scary. Bell starts to move in my arms. “Baby, can you talk to me?” I ask.
She lifts her head, and I push her hair out of her face. She looks at me and then at Ronny, then at her hands in horror. Th
ey’re covered in her own blood.
“I am so sorry,” she cries.
“Baby, I need to check your mouth to see where you’re bleeding.” She nods and opens her mouth. I pull her lip down and I see that her tooth went through her bottom lip slightly.
“I think we need to get you stitched up,” I admit, hating this shit so bad.
She looks defeated. “Don’t do this shit to yourself, baby. You will not feel bad for getting scared. Don’t do that.” Fucking kills me that she’s getting torn up over it.
She looks at Ronny, closing her eyes. “Bell, I get scared too. You hold my hand and it makes me feel better, so I hold yours.”
Her eyes fill with tears over his words. “I’m not scared anymore, You helped me, sweetheart.”
He gives her the most beautifully heartbreaking smile I have ever seen. She pulls him over to her, hugging him. “I love you, honey.”
I watch as her words hit him. It hits him so deep that he can’t say a word, he just hugs her back.
I feel the ground shift under my feet as I look at her and him. It hits me. I love her. I love him too.
It came out of nowhere, but it feels right in my fucking soul.
I have found my place in life. It’s right here, right now.
With them.
Bell
I am so embarrassed that I went into the worst panic attack that I have ever had. I was just so startled and scared that I went into full protection mode of myself.
Then when I came to, the terrified look on Maverick’s face was haunting as sweet Ronny sat next to me holding my hand.
I’m in the emergency room. I just got a numbing shot before I get a few stitches in my lip.
Ronny is at Chrystal’s house. He knows her and he likes playing with her daughter who is at the center all of the time.
We’ll then go pick him up so we can take him to go shopping. Maverick is sitting in the chair beside me.
He’s in overprotective mode right now. He has to be touching me at all times.
I’m not going to say a word. I remember the scared look on his face when I finally came to.
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