Holding Onto Kinsley

by Elisa Leigh

  “You love me? But what about Liam?”

  “That is the last time you get to say his name. Every time it comes out of your mouth it pisses me off. I knew all of this days ago, and it changed nothing for me. How could who he is change how I feel about you? He has nothing to do with you or Sadie. No more. Kinsley, as far as you’re concerned, he is dead.”

  “You cannot tell me not to say his name Maverick!”

  “Am I your man? Do I own your heart, like you own mine?” I ask gently, barely hanging onto my control as I am skimming my finger between her breasts. Her breath hitches and becomes choppy with a pink blush spreading across her cheeks. I groan when her tongue peeks out and wets her lips. Needing her now more than ever and not knowing if I will be able to hold myself back this time.

  “You own my heart and my soul. You have me Maverick. All of me.”

  Her words unleash the unsteady hold on my control. My lips slam against hers, and I devour her moans with my tongue. Spearing my fingers through her hair, I pull her impossibly closer to me. I need to fuse her to me, as our bodies are touching everywhere. I pull away to catch my breath and push her hair out of her eyes. Everything about this woman draws me in.

  “There’s nothing that could tear us apart Kinsley.”

  I stare down at her laying on the carpet in our bedroom, thighs spread open like an offering. “It’s not enough baby. Damn, I need to touch you, everywhere.”

  Pushing my hands up her legs, I groan when they skim over her silky soft thighs and find her panties soaked. She shivers when I run my thumb over her panty covered pussy. “Do you need a kiss?”

  It takes her a minute to understand what kind of kiss I mean. When she nods her head, I pull her panties to the side and reveal her neatly trimmed pussy. Pushing her thighs back, I swipe my tongue up her center and get the first taste of her sweetness. I can’t believe I was able to wait this long to savor her.

  “So, fucking good Kinsley, you taste incredible.”

  Nineteen

  Kinsley

  No one has ever touched me like this before. The only sexual experiences I ever had were with my ex, who could care less if I was left satisfied when he was finished. Heaven forbid he do something as selfless as giving me pleasure.

  When I realized what Maverick wanted to do, I couldn’t help myself by spreading open for him. His offer is too big a temptation to refuse. Spearing my fingers into his hair, I hold on tight and pull on the black strands when my back arches from the ground.

  “So good, feels so good.” I moan when he sucks my throbbing clit into his mouth.

  I shamelessly push my pussy up to his mouth for more when he pulls away and is staring down at me with lust pooling in his eyes. I blush when he laughs darkly.

  “How bad do you need it? Hmm, Kinsley? How bad do you need my tongue on this sweet pussy of mine?”

  “Bbbad?”

  “Are you sure?” He asks, rubbing two fingers back and forth over my parted lips, teasing me.

  “Please Maverick, I need you to touch me and taste me!” I cry, uncaring how needy I sound. I know he’ll never take advantage of me.

  “You beg so pretty Kinsley, but you never have to with me. I’m going to give you everything, starting with the pleasure your body craves so badly.”

  Dear God, what he’s able to do with his mouth should be illegal. Maverick plunges two fingers deep inside me, quickly finding a spot I never knew existed. How does he know exactly where to touch to have me on the verge of coming? Mindlessly, I move on his fingers, while needing something else inside me.

  “There it is, baby. Ride my fingers like you’re about to ride my hard cock. Once your cum is dripping down my fingers, I’m claiming you as my own once and for all.”

  I nod, eager to finally have him inside me. With renewed efforts, he pleasures me until I’m coming undone and falling over the edge moaning his name. I must have zoned out. When I come back to reality, Maverick has pulled my panties down my legs and is placing soft kisses against my pussy, telling me how good I am for him.

  Wordlessly, he stands and holds out both hands to pull me up to a standing position. He lifts my dress over my head and stops, making a keening sound in the back of his throat. “Take it off.” He rasps, staring down at the only piece of clothing left, keeping him from seeing me entirely.

  My stomach flips knowing this is it, he’s going to see everything. All of me. For the first time in my life, I am trusting someone to put me first. Undoing my bra, I let it fall over my shoulders and to the ground. I never take my eyes from Maverick, wanting to know what his words won’t express. Standing in front of him bare, I’m more vulnerable than I have ever been.

  Stepping up to me, he strokes with the backs of two fingers down my breast and over my aching nipple. He looks at me as if I will break like I’m to be protected. “So soft. You’re beautiful Kinsley, not that you see it. I don’t know how I ever got this lucky, but I’ll be damned if I ever let you go.”

  Lifting my chin, he captures my mouth with his in a sweet kiss. He then pulls away and rests his forehead against mine. Holding my waist, he pulls me close. “I’ve loved you since the moment I heard you singing that first day and every day since. You are going to be the mother of my children, my best friend, and the keeper of my heart. Are you ready to take that on? Don’t know if I can hold back now, but I’d try if you are not ready.”

  This amazing man is giving me time to come to terms with how our lives are going to change once we take this step. What he doesn’t realize is I don’t need it. “I have never been more ready. Make love to me Maverick.”

  Grabbing my butt, he lifts me up, holding me against him. I wrap my legs around his center as he walks us to the bed and sets me down softly. I watch him as he pulls his clothes from his body, all the while keeping his eyes locked on mine. I’ll never get tired of how intently he stares at me.

  When his clothes are a pile on the floor, he stands there staring down at me, stroking his dick slowly. I watch a bead of cum drip down his shaft, and all can think about is how badly I want to taste him. “I’m going to love you so good my sweet, sweet woman.” He says before stepping forward and crawling up the bed to me.

  My heart is beating double time in my chest, knowing this is it. I’m no virgin, but it sure feels like this is my first time. I guess it is though. The first time being with a man, first time making love to someone I love, and not just having sex.

  “Come back to me Kinsley. Put those beautiful blue eyes on me and don’t look away. I need you to see it’s me who is taking you and making you mine.”

  I nod, unable to say anything that would make sense at the moment. Maverick kisses down my neck and chest, sucking a nipple into his mouth while massaging the other one. I writhe against his thigh he has pressed to my pussy, loving how good he’s making me feel. Usually, I would be embarrassed by the wetness coating his leg, but I cannot seem to care right now. I pull on his hair, and he looks up at me like I just disturbed him. “Please Maverick, I am ready to be yours, so ready.” I moan, crazed with wanton need.

  Maverick plunges two thick fingers into my pussy and gives my clit a little rub before pulling them out and lining his dick up at my opening.

  “I am not a small man, love. I’m sorry if I hurt you, but I’ll make it better in no time. Now kiss your man, Kinsley.” Resting his body against mine, he devours my mouth at the same time he impales me on his massive cock. God, it hurts so good.

  “Fuck! So tight, you’re like fucking a tourniquet!” He growls.

  He holds still inside me while resting his head against my shoulder. His hands are clinging to my hips and branding his mark into my soul. I try to move below him, but he’s pinning me down, and it’s a futile task. “Steady love, I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “The only thing you are doing is making me crazy.” I huff.

  He drags his dick from my depths, rubbing deliciously against my walls as he pulls out of me and making me moan.

  �
��That’s it, baby. Let me hear how good your man is making you feel.”

  Twenty

  Maverick

  I don’t know how I’m supposed to last with her tight heat surrounding my dick. She’s hot and wet, and I’m about to blow my load inside her prematurely. All I want to do is rut into her like an animal, but I have to make this good for her. If she only knew how hard I am trying to make a mark on her soul.

  Slowly, I slide in and out of her coming unglued by the shocks pulsing through her body. I can feel how much she loves the way we feel together and I’m right there with her.

  “Never been like this Kins, never felt this good and right. I love you, Sweetheart. Goddamn, I fucking love you.” I moan. Picking up speed when her pussy clenches around me, I drive myself home knowing at any minute she’ll be mine.

  “Love you.” she moans, eyes at half-mast. I lose all sense and pummel into her, chasing the pleasure that only Kinsley can deliver.

  “Yes. Yes, just like that baby. Yes…” she continues to mewl, already gone with her eyes rolling in the back of her head.

  Her walls constrict around me, and I know she’s on the precipice of coming. Sliding my hand between our bodies, I rub her clit.

  “Look at me,” I command as I pinch her clit and take her mouth in a punishing kiss. Her blunt fingernails dig into my shoulders when she comes. I follow right behind her, filling her full of my cum and hopefully tying her to me in more ways than one.

  Breathing heavily, I roll over to my back, not wanting to give her my weight and take her with me. Kinsley lays against my shoulder tracing her fingers over the hairs on my stomach. I just came, but my dick is already standing at attention and wanting to be back inside, where he considers it home. When she starts to giggle, I can’t help but smile, while listening to that happy sound coming out of her.

  “I can't believe we did that.” She sighs.

  “Did what?”

  “We just made love in someone else's bed. Who does something like that?” She smiles up at me, chin resting on my chest.

  I push the hair out of her face, seeing her looking free and completely happy. Damn my woman is beautiful. “It’s our bed, Kinsley.”

  She sits up and looks around then back at me. “What do you mean?”

  “I signed the final paperwork downstairs, but the owner let me start moving furniture in earlier this week. Becca came over with the decorator that I used for my condo and picked out everything you would love to furnish this house.”

  Her brow wrinkles and she gives me a funny look.

  “Anything you don’t like we can change, but I wanted the house ready for us to move in immediately,” I say quickly to explain my motivations.

  She launches herself out of bed and walks out of our room. I am quick to follow her and see she’s down the hall in the room that would be perfect for Sadie. I walk in, and Kinsley is sitting on Sadie’s bed with tears filling her eyes, holding one of the stuffed bears I had gotten for her. I might have gone a little crazy filling her room with things I imagined a little girl would want. Becca kept telling me she didn’t need most of what I picked out, but I didn’t care. My daughter and that’s exactly how I see her, will have the best of everything.

  “Did Becca do this room too?” She asks, barely able to get out the words.

  I rub the back of my neck and look to the side. I cannot have this conversation wearing nothing. “Give me a sec.”

  I go back to our room and put my jeans and t-shirt back on, then return with her dress and hold it out to her. She looks at the dress, then at me and crosses her arms not taking it. “I can’t have this conversation naked, love.”

  She takes the dress and pulls it over her head. She takes my hand and walks me to the crib I picked out, filled with even more stuffed animals. “Maverick, did you do this?”

  “My daughter deserves to be spoiled. I want her to have everything she desires, even if she’s still a baby and doesn’t know what she wants yet.” I say defending my actions.

  Kinsley grabs my hand in both of her much smaller ones and brings it up to her mouth, placing sweet kisses on the top of it. She smiles up at me shyly.

  “So sweet.” I murmur. I rub my thumb across the apple of her cheek and lean down wanting to kiss her lips, but she stops me with her fingers to my lips.

  “When I was pregnant I didn’t know how I was going to provide for Sadie, to give her the things she would need. Then Becca, Momma J, and Pops made it happen. They rallied the town, who blessed us with the things we would need so she would be taken care of. Most of it was second hand, but I didn’t care because at least she was going to have what she needed.”

  Kinsley rubs her hand along the crib I picked. “This is different.”

  “It is. She’s mine now, and my angel will have everything her heart wants. Just like her momma.”

  “Are you always going to spoil us like this? I feel like I should take my time getting to know you. To make sure you’re real and not just telling me what I want to hear. A part of me wants to keep my heart locked up so Sadie and I will be safe.”

  “And the other part?”

  “The bigger part wants me to hand it over to you for keeps. The very first day I met you, I felt safe for the first time. Safe to be me and drop my guard. I haven’t known you long, but everything inside me tells me you are my one. Every action you take proves you have Sadie and I’s best interests at heart.”

  “Always Kinsley.”

  With that, she squeezes me tight. “Thank you Maverick. It’s beautiful.”

  Twenty-One

  Kinsley

  I’m sitting across from my future mother-in-law at the island in my kitchen, laughing at a story she’s telling me about a five-year-old Maverick. Ellen picked Sadie and me up for lunch and girl time earlier. We have been back for a while talking. We’ve gotten close over the past few months. Meeting often to go over plans for the wedding, out for lunch, or to go shopping.

  At first, I was uncomfortable with the amount of money she’s spending on us, but after speaking with Maverick about it, I feel a lot better. Ellen was only able to have Maverick due to a difficult delivery. He told me having a daughter and granddaughter to dote on means a lot to her. After hearing that, I let her do whatever she wants. I try and make up for it by inviting them over for dinner at least once a week.

  Ellen’s presence in my life has become important to me. She’s the type of mother I always wanted growing up, and in a couple of weeks, I will get to call her mom. She already insists I do now.

  “Was Maverick able to convince you to stay home with Ms. Sadie here?” She asks, staring at the sleeping angel in my arms.

  I laugh. “That man drives me crazy! If it’s up to him, I will not ever start teaching. It makes sense with this little one on the way and Sadie still in diapers.” I say rubbing my belly.

  Ellen looks at my stomach and then up at me in surprise. “What? When did you find out?”

  I smile big, happy to finally tell someone the big news. “I took a test this morning because I was feeling a little off and I missed my period. Maverick doesn’t know yet... I am going to tell him tonight.”

  Getting to her feet, she pulls me into a loose hug, careful not to squish Sadie. I breathe her in, loving her floral scent, the one that is all her and sets me at ease whenever I smell it.

  “Thank you for making me a grandma to two babies and for making Maverick so happy. But more so for giving me the babies.”

  “You’re welcome.” I rasp, tears clogging my throat and I hug her tight.

  She kisses my cheek and then the top of Sadies head. “Well, I better get out of here before Maverick gets home. I know how selfish he is about his time with his girls.” She sounds put out, but I know she isn’t, especially when she winks and laughs.

  “Tell Ryland I can’t wait to try his brisket on Sunday.”

  Ellen rolls her eyes, “That man and his smoker. He’s lucky you guys are coming over because I’m tired of all the sm
oked meat.” She grouches, then her eyes go round.

  I’m about to ask her what’s wrong when a hand clamps over my mouth and a man I don’t recognize hits Ellen in the back of the head, causing her to fall to the floor, unmoving.

  I do my best to pull away from whoever is holding me, without dropping Sadie. The man who hurt Ellen points his gun at Sadie’s head. “Stop moving.” He demands, and I listen instantly.

  “Come with me, and I take you both back to your husband. If you don’t, I’m shooting her and then you. If you scream, I shoot. If you try and get away, I shoot. Do you understand?”

  There’s no question, I know what needs to be done. I nod, and the hand on my mouth falls away. When I look down at Ellen, blood is starting to pool around her head. My heart is breaking for Ryland and Maverick, knowing they have lost her.

  “Follow me outside and put the girl in her seat, then get into the backseat of the car. We are meeting Liam.”

  I nod and follow him out, doing exactly as he says. I stare at the beautiful home Maverick, and I made a life in, for the past few months. It is killing me to know that it is my fault his mother his lying on our living room floor dying, because of my past. I will never forget Maverick and the love he showed Sadie and me in the short time we had together. I will always remember Ellen and Ryland and how I wished for parents like them. A single tear rolls down my cheek at the loss of my life and Ellen’s. At least my daughter is safe. Liam always wanted children. He wouldn’t hurt Sadie, she is a part of him. Thank god for small miracles.

  What is Liam going to do when he figures out I’m pregnant with another man’s child?

  ∞∞∞

  Maverick

  It’s been a long fucking day, and all I want to do is get home to my girls. I made Kinsley my fiancé, officially a couple weeks after moving her and Sadie into our home. I took her to On The Boat Dock and finally sang her our song. I didn’t ask her but told her she was going to be my wife and slid the two-carat princess cut ring on her finger. She cried and smiled, and never said no. She keeps wearing my ring and planning the wedding, I’m a lucky asshole that she even puts up with me at this point. We would be married by now if it wasn’t for my mom insisting on a big wedding. I’m sure Kinsley would be happy with something intimate, but she is too sweet to burst my mom’s bubble. I can’t do it either.