I shook it from my head. I was looking into way too much for a simple one-night stand. I pushed my bike onto the main road and got going towards my place, feeling the way she curled into me. The way her body gravitated to mine. I enjoyed the feeling of her short arms wrapped around my torso. She couldn’t clasp her hands, so she gripped my shirt. Clung to my clothes and hung on for dear life. Her thighs pressed into mine, and her pussy heated my back. I even felt the slightest bit of wetness permeate my shirt. Fucking hell, I couldn’t wait to dive between those legs. Lap up every bit of her juices before inching my cock against her swollen walls.
I took the streets as quickly as I could, zooming my way through my hometown and making my way towards my townhome.
We came to a stop at a stoplight, even though there was no one else around. I groaned as the light stayed red, with absolutely no one in sight to go on the other greens. I revved my engine, feeling it shake between my legs. But when I went to go kick off, I felt this beautiful woman’s hand traveling down my stomach.
Down my abs.
Down to my pants.
“Beautiful?” I asked.
She kissed my back as her fingertips slowly undid the button of my jeans.
“You might not want to start anything you can’t finish,” I said.
“Who says I can’t finish?” she asked.
“Then you might not want to start anything that will turn into an illegal taking of your body.”
“Then you might want to hold still with that bike and wait until the light turns green.”
“And if I don’t?”
Her fingertips slowly zipped down the zipper of my pants before she inched her warm hand against my throbbing cock.
“If you don’t want to obey the rules, then neither do I,” she said.
“Were you born this perfect?” I asked.
I heard her giggle before she pressed a kiss to my back again.
“Light’s green,” she said coyly.
And I took off like a bat out of hell.
She threw her head back and giggled, and her hand flew away from my pants. She gripped onto my stomach, hanging on for dear life as I zoomed around corners. I wasn’t wasting any more time. I needed her, and I couldn’t wait a minute longer. I skidded into the parking spot I always took up in front of the corner end townhome I rented for myself. I kicked down the stand, gathered her beautiful body up into my arms, and barreled us into the place I had called home since I was nineteen years old.
“Oh my gosh!” she exclaimed.
I slammed the front door behind us and locked it before I marched us upstairs.
“What in the world are you doing?” she asked.
I tossed her to my bed, stripping myself of my clothes as she watched. Her eyes roamed my body, taking in the scores of muscles that dawned upon her vision. I stood there, naked and waiting for her to take a good look. Because once I started, I expected to provide her with so much pleasure that she wouldn’t be able to open her eyes for the rest of the damn night.
I knelt onto the bed and slowly crawled to her. I watched those beautiful gray eyes look at me with the slightest twinge of panic. Good. I wanted her to feel panicked. I wanted her to silently debate what I was about to do with her body. I reached for her ankles and gripped them tightly, pulling her luscious body to mine. She squealed as I fell between her legs, rolling her tight ass dress up to reveal her thick thighs. And fuck me, how juicy they were. Glistening with her fluids as the smell of her womanhood hit my nostrils.
I reached up and tugged down on her pants, and pulled off her top, watching her luscious breasts pop out. Her nipples were already puckered to sharp peaks. The brown mountaintops jiggled as I reached up for them. I spread her legs with my shoulders. Trapped them open as my free hand gripped her lacy panties. I ripped them off her body, listening as he gasped.
Then, my fingers began to tug and squeeze at her nipple.
“What’s your name?” she gasped.
I pressed a kiss to her thighs before my eyes connected with hers.
“Depends. Will you tell me yours?” I asked.
Her hand came up and settled against mine, teaching me how to massage her breast. I mimicked her movements, watching as her soaking wet pussy twitched for my viewing pleasure. I reached down and nuzzled it with my nose. I drew in her scent as deeply as I could. Her legs were already quivering against my body as my tongue slowly slipped out, teasing her slit and making her hips buck into me.
“Please,” she whispered.
“What. Is. Your. Name?” I asked.
“Gabby.”
I kissed her pussy lips, watching her clit swell to try and reach out for friction.
“Gabby,” I said.
“Mhm. Yes, yes, yes. Gabby. That’s… that’s me.”
“Well hello, Gabby,” I said as I kissed her clit. “I’m Maverick.”
“Oh, Maverick!”
“That version of my name will do just fine.”
Then, I pressed my tongue to her clit and got to work.
Her hands fell to my hair, fisting it as she drew me closer. She bucked ravenously against my face, unashamed of what she wanted. I loved a woman like that. A woman that was so unabashedly honest about the wants and sensations I poured over her. I tugged at her nipples until they pulsed against my fingers, then I reached down and teased the entrance of her pussy.
“Yes. Yes. Fill me up, Maverick. Please.”
Fire coursed through my veins as I began fucking my cock against the sheets of my bed. This woman had me spiraling. Never in my life had I been so desperate to feel something stimulating the tip of my dick. My tongue lapped at her. I drank down her juices before suckling on her clit. I slipped one finger in, then two. And the way her back arched off the bed had me wanting more. I reached down and licked her asshole. Watched her hips come flying off the fucking bed as I rocked against the mattress. My cock throbbed. My fingers ached to be buried inside of her. I teased her puckered hole with my pinky before I slipped it in, breaching that virginal hole of hers.
“Oh shit, Maverick!”
“That’s it, Gabby. Let it all out,” I hummed.
“Oh, fuck. You fill me so well. So good, Maverick. Don’t stop. Give me more. I need more. Make me come. I have to. I need it. Please.”
No woman had ever been so vocal. So honest. So… blunt. The word made me smile. It was my new favorite adjective to describe someone. Who knew blunt could be so fucking sexy? My tongue pressed deeply into her clit. I crooked my fingers, pumping in and out of her as her walls fluttered around my intrusion. I fucked my damn mattress like a fool, feeling my second end approaching even though my cock hadn’t touched her.
What the hell had this woman done to me?
“I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come. Maverick, I’m so close. I’m so close. Please. Please. Please! Maverick!”
I buried my face into her juicy pussy, and she fell over the edge. I stroked that sweet spot against her tight walls, hearing how she choked on her sounds of pleasure. Juices soaked me. She sprayed me with a mark that triggered my own fucking orgasm. I grunted against her. Rutted against the damn bed like a fucking animal. Cum shot from the tip of my dick as her juices drenched my body, soaking my mattress in our scents. I dug deep. Allowed her to rock against my tongue in all the ways she needed. I opened my mouth and succumbed to her, allowing her to take control of how her body shook and trembled for me.
But when she collapsed, I didn’t stop.
“Maverick. Holy shit. No more. I can’t take it. Please. Too… too mu--. Oh, don’t stop.”
I chuckled at her words as my fingers slid against her walls.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t sto--ye--oh--shit!”
Her body unleashed again. And again. And again, against my tongue. Her body yielded to me while her lips begged me to quit. She shivered. Quaked. Her legs slid over my shoulders, and her heels dug into my back. Stiletto heels I didn’t give a shit about because of how juicy her pussy had beco
me for me. I laid there in my own crusted filth, drinking from her foundation. She was intoxicating. Invigorating. Addicting, in all the right ways. And as she mounted for her fifth orgasm that night, I heard her voice grow hoarse.
“I can’t take it anymore,” she croaked out.
“One more, Gabby. Give me one more, beautiful, and I’ll let you rest.”
And just like the good girl she was, she came against my tongue one last time. So, like the good boy I was, I let her rest. In my arms. Against my body. With her swollen limbs tossed over my naked skin and the smell of our sex permeating the air.
For the first time in a long time, I’d enjoy waking up to a woman in my arms.
My only hope was that she enjoyed waking up to me as well.
Chapter 8
Gabriela
I opened my eyes, and I didn’t recognize where I was. My brow furrowed and my legs stretched, my limbs sliding along the bed. And when my skin came into contact with something warm beside me, I flinched. Someone was beside me? Where the hell was I? I blinked the sleep away and rolled over, staring up at the ceiling. With its popcorn peaks and its shadowy figures, I racked my brain as to what in the world had happened to me.
I’d never been a morning person.
Then, I heard a sound. Well, I heard his sound. I felt an arm slide along my stomach before a beastly arm wrapped around my waist. And when that groan hit my ears, everything came rushing back. The bathroom at the bar. The way his cock barely fit between my lips. His tongue and the way it coaxed me to heights I’d never experienced with a man.
“Maverick,” I whispered.
I looked over at him, watching his soft snores falling heavily from his lips. He was out light a light. Utterly oblivious to the world around him. I felt his hand grip my waist and fire shot through my veins. I went to bend my legs and slip from underneath the covers, and the most pleasant ache I’d ever known rushed through my hips. The way his finger stuffed me full had been incredible, and already my clit was pulsing for more.
But I couldn’t have more. I had a job to do.
Slowly, and deftly, I slipped from Maverick’s grasp. My feet hit the floor, and I looked around for my clothes, picking them up from the corners they’d been tossed into. I reached down for my tattered underwear and snickered. Maverick had ripped them straight from my body without a second thought. I stuffed the shredded remains into my purse, then I stopped and took a second look at him.
At the man that made me enjoy my night.
Usually, a mark was a mark. And while I never made it a habit to sleep with a target, I figured having that kind of time with a man that looked like him wouldn’t have been such a bad idea. After all, I didn’t get out much. If I wasn’t in my room researching information for the business, I was learning the reins from my father, so I could take the family business over one day. Growing up, I was homeschooled. I went away for college, but I came home for every break. Once I graduated, I moved right back in with my parents. I didn’t get out much, nor did I ever date.
And the way Maverick made me feel had me wondering if I had missed out on other things because of the business my family was a part of.
They had taken care of me so I couldn’t be that upset with them. My father provided for our family well because of the business. And one day, I’d be able to provide for mine well, too. But the way Maverick touched me. The way his groans beckoned to me. The way he commanded my body and pulled from it sensations my toys never did.
Had that always been there for me to take?
I stood in the dark corner and dug through my purse. I pulled out my phone to make sure I hadn’t missed anything, and sure enough, I had a couple of missed calls from my father. As well as a text message. Shit. I really should have told my father that the evening might jumpstart. He had been expecting me home, which meant he had probably stayed up all night waiting for my return.
Princess, this isn’t funny. If I don’t hear from you by morning, I’m coming to look for you.
I typed a message quickly back to my father and sent it off. I let him know that I was fine and that the mission ended up jump-starting itself last night. I needed him to not send the cavalry. To not send his cronies with guns busting into every place I was caught on camera last night. Because the last thing I needed was for my father’s paranoia to ruin the luckiest thing that had ever happened to me.
After putting my phone back into my purse, I went over to Maverick’s bedside table. It was the perfect place to start. With his back turned to me and his snores growing louder as he slipped deeper into slumber, it was time for me to take advantage of the opportunity. So, I began looking through his things. I didn’t find much in the bedside drawer. Some magnum condoms. Some peppermint candies. Random crumpled-up receipts. I unrolled them and took stock of them. Some were from a grocery store up the road. The same one for the same things, over and over again. Frozen vegetables. Instant rice. Soda. Coffee. So many potato chips. An outstanding amount of steak.
“Not a healthy eater,” I murmured.
I walked over to the other bedside table and pulled it open. But that was even more barren. There were blank sheets of what looked to be printer paper. Which bode well for my exploration of the rest of the house. I tiptoed into his bathroom and rifled through his drawers, but quickly gave up that nasty journey. Tubes of toothpaste that had been squeezed out were scattered throughout the drawers. Like he didn’t throw any of them away. And there was facial hair pushed into all corners of the bathroom like he swept it off to the side instead of actually cleaning it up.
“Men,” I groaned.
I made my way for the bedroom door, but something gave me pause. I peeked over my shoulder at Maverick sleeping and had an interesting thought dawn on me.
I could crawl back into bed with him.
I technically could. Now that my father knew I was safe, I could technically message him and let him know the case had taken an interesting turn. It was all I would need to slip out of my clothes and back into Maverick’s warm, strong embrace. My eyes roamed his body. The way his thick, meaty legs jutted out from underneath the sheet barely wrapped around his waist. The way his tall body spanned the length of his bed. The way his veins in his arms throbbed for my viewing pleasure. I’d enjoy slipping back into his bed. Back against his body. Back into Maverick’s arms.
Which was why I decided against it.
If I stayed, I risked getting myself attached. And I couldn’t do that. I wasn’t allowed to get attached to him because he was nothing but a mark. A case. And the goal wasn’t even him, it was the rest of his club. Which meant getting attached meant wanting to spend my time with him. Not the club, as a whole. I had to keep my sights on the end goal. I had to keep peeking around his place for information.
Then, I needed to get the hell out of there.
I walked downstairs before taking my heels off. I didn’t need to be clacking around the damn place. I walked down the small hallway on the main floor and found a guest bedroom with a bathroom. And even though I pulled out those drawers, there wasn’t much in there. However, there was a larger closet that shot off the main hallway as well. It looked to be some sort of walk-in linen closet. But when I opened the door, I grinned.
Oh, he and I were a lot alike.
I ran my hand along the studs in the wall where the shelves had been removed. And right there in front of my eyes was a computer with a printer. Maverick had converted the damn thing into a little office. Just like I had done with the closet in my room. I walked over and toggled the mouse, then watched as the requirement for a password popped up on screen.
I could take the time to hack it. Or I could dig through the little trash can underneath the desk.
I pulled it out and started unraveling all the crumpled papers. And I stumbled upon a gold mine. I knew Maverick was the Treasurer for the Black Hornets, but it never occurred to me that he’d do the official work in his own damn home. I folded up the bank records and put them into my purse. I dug
out some more receipts and photocopies of checks and stuffed them into my bra. This would give me mounds of information to sift through today. Information that would make my father very proud.
I walked out of the closet and closed the door behind me. And as I made my way for the front door, I passed by the kitchen. I don’t know why I stopped. I don’t know what possessed me to turn my head. But when I did, I saw a magnetic pad of sticky notes attached to the fridge. I found myself gravitating to it. I found myself plucking the small pen off the top of the stack. And it wasn’t until I had scribbled down my name and number for him that I paused again.
Did I want to leave him my information?
Yes.
Yes, I did.
I grinned as I put the pen back, then I made my way for the front door. I opened it carefully and closed it silently behind me, then dug my phone out of my purse. I needed to call myself a cab. I needed to get home so I could start sifting through this information. My stomach needed food, my brain needed coffee, and my father needed a piece of mind.
And hopefully, if things swayed in my favorite, I’d get a message from Maverick soon enough.
After all, he’d be fun for a little stress relief now and again.
As long as he never found out who I really was.
Chapter 9
Maverick
I groaned and stretched myself out, but when I reached for her, there was nothing. My eyes flew open, and I stretched my body out, trying to see if I could touch her. I rolled over onto my back. I spread eagle out on my mattress to try and find her. I wiggled my fingers as my eyes tried to adjust to the bright bedroom as the sun poured through the window.
But when I finally pulled myself out of the fog of my sleep, I found my bed to be empty.
I looked over at the other side of the bed. At the place, she should have been. Gabby. The short, thick Latina with the sounds of an angel and the pussy of a goddess. Had she been a dream? A figment of my imagination. I rolled over and face-planted into her pillow, and the scent of her reminded me that she hadn’t been. Oh, no. The crust of the sheets. The stains we left behind. The way her pussy still wafted from my fingertips. She had been no dream. Her scent was everywhere. She hadn’t simply marked me, but my bed. My room.
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