by D. K Lake
"Complicated? You're with Maverick?" she reminds.
"Yes. I know." I sigh. "You know Dario didn't take the news very well when I went to see him, and last night when he showed up, we talked…kind of. He eventually agreed to go along with it and that he won't get involved, and he'll leave us alone to raise the baby on our own..."
"Why do I feel there's a ‘but’ coming?"
"But...he wants something in return for staying away."
"Ohmigawd. Are you serious?! You agreed to be his fuck buddy?"
"I'm not his fuck buddy. It's not like that."
"He just told you he loves you and you said it back?! How is that helping anyone?"
"I know, I know how this looks."
"So you're just going to go behind Maverick's back and keep Dario happy in the bedroom department for an easier life?"
"Em, what choice did I have? Rio was never going to agree to any of this, at least this way there won't be any problems." I say, noticing the half-empty vodka bottle Dario brought with him last night. I quickly grab it and place it on Em’s side of the room with her alcohol stash.
"Any problems? You're cheating on Maverick! What if he finds out?" she hisses.
"He won't. Please, Em?" I say desperately as I hear a key in the lock.
Em lets out a frustrated groan and grabs the dirty sheets and takes them over to her side, dumping them next to her bed so Maverick won't ask any questions.
The door swings open and Maverick steps inside, dropping his duffel bag on the floor. He beams at me with a bright smile and opens his arms for me. I glance at Em and she just looks the other way. I hurry over to him and jump into his arms, and he lifts me off the floor, wrapping his arms around me.
"I missed you so much," he murmurs into my hair.
"I missed you too." I say and hear Em fake gagging in the background.
Maverick sets me back on the floor and smiles at Em.
"Morning, Em." he says, keeping his arm around me.
"I'll be out of your hair in a minute," she mutters and then flurries around the room.
"You don't have to run off ‘cause of us." I say, watching as she grabs her bag and fills it with books.
"No, I have to get to class." She forces a smile my way before opening the door. "I'll text you later," she says and walks out.
"When do you have class?" Maverick asks, sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching for me.
"Um...not for a couple of hours."
"Me neither," He smiles at me as he pulls me between his legs so that I’m standing in front of him, and then his hands disappear under my t-shirt.
"I need to get washed," I try to remove his hand and he purposely makes it difficult by tickling my sides.
"Can't it wait? I haven't seen you for ages."
"It's been one night," I laugh.
"One night is one night too many. I hate being away from you," he says, slipping his fingers under the waistband of my panties.
"Stop." I say playfully. "I need to go shower. It got stuffy in here last night and I feel gross."
"I don't care."
"Well, I do." I pull away and search the room for my pajama bottoms.
"Can I join you?" he asks as I pick up my wash bag.
"In the showers?"
"Yeah," He laughs.
"Okay, but hurry up."
I open the door and he follows me along the hallway.
"Where's your stuff?" I ask when we walk into the bathroom. I still think it's weird that we have co-ed bathrooms.
"I'll just use yours." he says, stopping at a stall and whipping back the curtain, inviting me inside.
"You want us to go in together?" I say, looking around to see who's in here.
"Why not?"
"Because...it's naughty." I try not to smile.
"Naughty? You haven't even seen naughty yet." he warns, wiggling his eyebrows at me.
I bite my lip and check over my shoulder again.
"Paige, everyone does it."
"I know, but it still feels wrong."
"It won't feel wrong when I'm inside you,"
"Maverick!" I gasp and playfully smack him.
"Hurry up and get in the shower." He laughs and pulls me inside.
We stand in the small stall and strip off our clothes and hang them up. I switch on the shower and let it warm up, quickly taking off my glasses when they start to steam up.
We've been in the shower before together, but never here. It feels kinda naughty, but I'm also turned on. Why? I have no idea. My hormones are all over the place. Wasn't last night enough to wear me out? Apparently not.
I jump in the shower and quickly lather up my shower puff, and I barely have time to wash Dario's scent off before Maverick has his hands on me. He stands behind me and cups my breasts, fondling them and pressing his erection into my back. I panic, suddenly remembering Dario had his mouth all over my breasts. I glance down - relieved to see he didn’t leave any marks on me.
"Stop it," I laugh quietly and try to swat him away.
"I'm desperate for you."
"We only had sex the other night." I remind.
"I know but I woke up with a raging boner this morning and all I've been able to think about is being inside you."
I laugh at him and try to rinse off. Since finding out I'm pregnant, I have been extra needy in the bedroom department, and we have spent a lot of time under the covers. Now he's hooked.
"Paige," he groans, burying his face in my neck and nipping my ear with his teeth.
"We can't," I say, trying to sound firm. "I don't care what other people do in here. I don't want anyone to peek under the curtain and see us having sex."
"They won't know if we're quiet." he says, sliding a hand between my legs - I try to keep my thighs together.
"Paige," he whines.
"Mav," I laugh breathlessly, pressing my hand against the tiles to hold myself up.
"What about a handjob? I'll be quick. I promise."
"You're terrible," I try not to laugh as he slides his hand between my thighs again, his fingers delving between my soft flesh. He hums in my ear as he slides his fingers over me. "You know what will make this go quicker?"
"What?" I ask, leaning back into him.
"If you touch yourself," he says in a low tone beside my ear as he removes his hand.
"What?" I say, unsure if I heard him correctly.
"You heard me," He nips my ear again.
"You want me to touch myself?" I whisper.
"Uh-huh. It won't take me long if you're touching yourself."
"Really?" My heart speeds up a little.
I've never done that in front of him. I mean, I have touched myself, but always alone. It was different when I touched myself with Rio last night, I can never hold back when I’m with him.
"Yeah...it will be hot watching you do that to yourself."
"What if someone hears us?"
"Well, you better be quiet, we all know you're the loud one." he teases.
"Haha. Okay, fine. Make it quick though." I finally agree, feeling a little naughty. And horny. "Do you want me to..." I turn around to ask him if he wants me to give him a handjob at the same time, or first, or I don't know, this isn't something we normally do. I have given him many handjobs before, but he's never asked me to touch myself. If I'm honest, I think it's kinda hot too, and I like watching him touch himself as well.
But when I turn around, I see he’s already got his hand wrapped around his length and he's stroking himself. He nudges me back against the tiles and stands in front of me to block us from view in case anyone opens the curtain. He then braces a hand against the wall beside me, keeping the other wrapped around his dick as he pumps himself.
"Touch yourself," he urges.
"This feels kinda dirty." I say with a smile.
"You love it." He smirks.
I reach down and keep my eyes on his as I start to feel my way between my legs, ever so slowly moving toward my center. I start by sliding
my fingers up and down my folds, and I like the reaction I get from him. His eyes darken and he breaks eye contact to see what I'm doing.
"Yeah, just like that." Maverick hums in response.
I glide my fingers over my clit and spread my folds and start touching my nub. I try not to moan but watching Maverick pump himself in front of me is enough to set me off. He's so fucking hot. His muscles contract as he moves his hand faster. I block out the other noises coming from the other end of the shower room and concentrate on making myself feel good. I haven't touched myself in months because I haven't needed to. Maverick always takes care of me. A soft moan hums from within and Maverick grunts in response. He cups my breast with his spare hand, and I rub myself harder and faster with Maverick watching - he doesn't look away once.
"Fuck, yeah...I'm close," he tells me, moving closer.
I just nod my head, biting my lip. My breathing is ragged, my heart is beating so fast. I can feel I'm close as well.
"Turn around," he urges, nodding for me to spin around.
I'm not sure why he wants me to turn around but I do as I'm told.
"Spread your legs. I want to come inside you." he commands.
He reaches around to the front of me and replaces my hand with his and works his magic fingers over my clit.
Fuck.
I place both my hands on the tiles in front of me, waiting for him to fill me up with his thick length.
I can feel my orgasm coming and when the feeling takes over, I can't help but cry out, and at the same time, Maverick slams into me, intensifying my orgasm. He pumps himself inside me a few times before he comes.
He doesn't move or pull out and we take a moment to catch our breath, and he pushes me into the tiles and kisses my shoulder while cupping and kneading my breast with his hands.
"Wow." Maverick says softly, resting his chin on my shoulder. "We will definitely be doing that again."
He slides out of me and washes off under the shower.
"Do you think anyone heard us?" I whisper.
"Nah,"
"Really?"
"Maybe. You were pretty loud." he admits with a dirty smile.
"Mav!" I cry out and cover my face, embarrassed.
"Don't worry. I've heard worse in here. The girl three doors down from you is a real screamer when she's in here with her boyfriend."
"Oh gawwwd." I get so embarrassed I can feel my face turning red, dreading the moment we have to exit the shower in case anyone I know is out there. I scratch my neck, knowing I have a flustered rash, which is a tell-tale sign I’ve just orgasmed.
We finish getting washed and Maverick pulls on the same clothes as before while I try my best to get dressed under my towel, pulling on my pajama bottoms and t-shirt.
I peek out of the curtain and see the coast is clear.
"Come on," I say, grabbing my wash bag and exiting the shower room, and Maverick picks up our damp towels.
We turn the corner and see a group of girls sitting on the benches and they all stop talking when we walk past. As soon as we're out of view they all burst into giggles. I look over at Maverick to see he's smirking.
"It's not funny. I see them every day. Two of them are in my classes." I whisper-shout with a smile on my face.
"I wouldn't worry, they're probably just jealous you get off so easy." He pinches my ass.
"Oww." I laugh, walking a little faster to get away from him.
We make it back to my dorm room and I get changed into proper clothes to go out in. I glance at the bed a few times and try not to think about what happened there last night. I feel so guilty but the thought of telling Maverick makes me sick. Last night is another secret that will never find its way into my diary.
I chew on my lip and wonder if I should tell Maverick about last night. Well, not the sex part obviously.
"What did you do last night?" Maverick asks as though he's reading my mind and it makes me nervous.
"I found this new series on Netflix that I started watching and got really into and didn't get to bed until super late."
Maverick chuckles because he knows what I'm like when I start a new series, I can't stop watching until it's finished. He picks up his duffel bag and dumps it by my bed and flops onto the neatly made bed.
"But um...I also spoke to Dario again last night."
"He was here?" Maverick asks automatically.
"No," I lie. "He phoned me up late wanting to talk."
"Oh, okay...Has he thought any more about what you want?"
"Yes, he has. That's why he was calling. We spoke for a while and I think by the time we said goodbye, he had come around to the idea of letting us raise the baby."
"Really? Well, that's great news, right?"
"Uh-huh." I nod my head and brush out my hair in the mirror.
"Life will be so much easier if he doesn't come around and bother us." Maverick says, sliding his phone out of his pocket to look at it. "I really thought he was going to be difficult and cause problems for us." he adds.
"I think he knows deep down that this is what's best for the baby."
"At least he isn't being selfish."
I force a small smile and shake out my hair and add a bobby pin to hold it off my face.
Dario, selfish?
If only Maverick knew what Dario has me doing in return for this new arrangement.
With a sigh, I grab my mascara and sweep some on my eyelashes. My eyes look like shit because of my late night, so I add some concealer under my eyes as well. I don’t want to look like a complete trainwreck when I leave the room. I watch Maverick in the mirror as he reads his messages or whatever it is he's doing, and then he suddenly gets off the bed and pockets his phone.
"Going somewhere?" I ask curiously as he pulls on his hoodie.
"Um...I've got to go and take care of something." he replies vaguely.
"Something?" I ask with a frown and turn around to look at him.
"Nothing to worry about." He leans down to kiss me goodbye.
"Don't you have classes in an hour?" I remind.
"Uh, yeah, but I might not be back in time."
"Where are you going?" I follow him to the door.
"Nowhere. I just need to pop out for a bit." he says and kisses me again to distract me. "I'll see you later, we can grab dinner together at that new takeout place if you want?"
"Um..." Wait a minute. He's trying to distract me with food now.
"Mav," I call, but he's already halfway down the hallway.
I close the door with a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, wondering why Maverick is acting so aloof all of a sudden. Where's he going?
I flop onto my bed and fall onto the pillows. I turn the top one over and lay my head down and can smell Rio's scent all over it. Does Maverick know I was lying? Does he think Dario was here last night? I feel sick with guilt and worry. I feel bad for lying to Maverick, but I'm doing what's best for my baby. I need to keep Dario Boston out of our lives, but at what cost? Even if Maverick doesn't find out, I'm sure Dario will ruin me with this arrangement. I'm only human and my feelings for Dario only grow stronger each time we sleep together. He gets under my skin and crawls all over me and leaves me counting the days until he returns and does it all over again. I've always been a little naïve when it comes to boys, and Dario knows how to get what he wants from me. He can be very manipulative, and this arrangement only proves that, and I'm an idiot for not walking away. But it's hard to walk away, especially when you know there's no point because, in the end, you'll always go back. Sometimes you don't have a choice. Your heart craves what it can’t have. And your body begs to be touched again, even if it will break you in the long run.
Chapter 22
June
It's been a week since I last saw Dario. He hasn't tried to contact me, and I can only assume he's busy. Or maybe he's giving me some space. And there’s always the possibility he’s had a change of heart and decided not to terrorize me for sex. I doubt it though.
Maverick has been acting a bit off all week. Always disappearing to take care of something.
Take care of what? Is he the reason why I haven't seen Dario? Did he find out about us? Did he threaten Dario? I have no idea. It's not like I can ask Maverick about it. I have asked him where he keeps disappearing and he keeps brushing it off and saying he’s just popping into town, or to grab some food, or the other excuse he used was he had to give his friend a ride, but I don't buy it.
He's up to something, I can feel it.
Should I be worried? I don't know.
But I am worried.
We've hardly seen each other this week and we've only had sex once since that morning in the shower. Once! Compared to when we were going at it like rabbits to this. I'm in desperate need of human contact.
I finish classes for the day, and Maverick is at football for the next two hours. I only know he’s at football because I checked to make sure he was there. I hate this feeling. Like I need to check up on him. I haven't asked to borrow his truck in case he suddenly needs it to take care of something.
Well, I need to take care of something.
I cross the parking lot and unlock Em's car.
She doesn't need it today and currently has her head stuck in a book and is deep in coursework. Her exact words were: ‘I need to get deep in this shit, so I can go out and party later, and then Spencer can get deep in me.’
I can't help but roll my eyes as I slide into the driver's seat. I love her, but she’s crazy. After she found Dario and me in bed together, we waited until we were alone to have a proper talk about it. She's not happy about it, but she can see why I agreed to go along with Dario and his insane demands. She doesn't approve of me cheating on Maverick, and neither do I. But I've come around to the idea and view this more like a business arrangement. Okay, it's not really business, but it helps me to sleep at night.
I know, I know.
I'm going to hell.
But I can’t forget Maverick used me in some sick and twisted game of revenge. Yes, I haven't forgotten. Am I doing this to get even? No. Definitely not. But if Maverick does find out about this, I will certainly bring it up and remind him of his past. He's no saint either.
And Dario is possibly the devil.
