Forgetting Paige: (The Paige Diaries #3)

by D. K Lake

  "So, what do you think about spending your first night here?"

  "Tonight?" I ask and he nods.

  "We'll have to go back to the dorms and grab a few things, but I think I got pretty much everything you need." he tells me, looking around the kitchen where there are shiny new appliances, the cupboards stocked with glassware and plates.

  I open the fridge and look inside.

  "Ah, we might need to go grocery shopping," he says, rubbing his chin.

  He takes my hand and pulls me back into the bedroom.

  "Do you like the four-poster? I wasn't sure if you'd like it or not. Do you think it’s too much in here?"

  "It's gorgeous," I assure, admiring the voile drapes.

  Maverick takes a seat on the edge of the bed and pulls me between his legs.

  "How about we take the new mattress out for a test drive?" He wiggles his eyebrows at me.

  "What, now?" I frown.

  It wasn't very long ago that Dario was buried to the hilt inside me. I can't have sex with Maverick until I've had a shower. That’s one line I won't cross.

  "You don't want to?" he says, noticing my frown.

  "What? No. I do. I just feel a little car sick still. My tummy feels a bit weird. We can do it later?" I suggest and peck him on the lips.

  He pouts as he pulls me onto his lap so that I'm straddling him.

  "But...if you can't wait until later, I can always, you know?" I gesture to his crotch.

  "Keep talking," He slides his hands under my knitted sweater and up my back.

  "You want a handjob?" I ask sweetly, fluttering my eyelashes.

  I want him to feel good. Maybe because I feel bad for this morning's treachery that I want to make it up to him in some way. I'll do anything to keep him happy. I can't lose Maverick. I don't think I can raise this baby on my own.

  "Hmm," He purses his lips.

  "Oh, I see." I smile and slide off his lap and onto the floor.

  "I mean...only if you want to? I don't want to make you feel any worse."

  "Noooo. I'll survive," I say and grab a pillow off the bed.

  "You sure?" Maverick says, getting excited as he pushes his basketball shorts down his legs.

  "I wouldn't be offering if I didn't want to do it." I assure and drop the pillow at his feet.

  He then pushes down his boxers and he's already sporting a huge boner. He sits back on the edge of the bed and I settle on my knees between his legs.

  "You look so sexy on your knees." he says, bringing my face to his so he can kiss me again.

  I don't do this very often because I get a sore jaw afterward. Why did the two guys in my life have to be larger than average? Not that I’m complaining. And another reason I don’t do this is that I always feel self-conscious, but I know how much Mav loves it. But trying to control himself is always a problem when I give him a blowjob. The last time he nearly spilled himself inside my mouth, but he knew I wasn't comfortable with it and he barely had time to pull out before he shot his load all over my chest instead. He never warns me when we do this, so I never know when he’s about to come. And he likes to take over and guides my head until he’s practically fucking my mouth.

  Maverick leans back on the bed and opens his legs wider for me. Every girl's dream. I move closer and take his length in my hand, lick my lips, and look back at him to see his reaction. I start by tasting his tip which already has pre-cum glistening on the end. He’s already excited, so I know he won’t take long. I slide my other hand up his leg and hold onto him as I take him into my mouth, slowly sliding my tongue along the underneath of his shaft. A deep hum vibrates from within him, so I know I'm doing something right. I do this a few more times, slowly driving him mad.

  "Paige," he groans and I try not to smile because I don't want to bite him.

  I work my mouth up and down, taking him as far as I can into my mouth without gagging. He hisses when I take him into my mouth that little bit deeper. His hands find their way into my hair and I know what’s coming next, preparing myself. He guides my head up and down while I stroke him with my hand. We get into a rhythm and keep up the pace and I try to ignore the pain in my jaw. Maverick sits up and digs his fingers into my head, bobbing me harder, making sure I take all of him - I try my best not to gag. His hips jerk off the bed as he thrusts into my mouth.

  "Fuckkkk. That feels good." he moans, and I push through the pain and work him harder, knowing he won't take long with me doing this.

  "Ahhh...Paige, I'm getting close, you might wanna slow down." he tells me, warning me for once.

  He reaches for my shoulders to push me off, but I squeeze his thigh with my spare hand and a muffled noise escapes my lips to tell him no. I want to do this for him. I want to take all of him. I won't like how it tastes, but I do it anyway because I feel bad about this morning, so I suck harder and stroke him faster because I think I deserve this. I deserve some kind of punishment for cheating on him.

  I'm nearly gagging and my jaw hurts like hell, but I push through and Maverick starts groaning loudly.

  "Fuck. Ahhh," He holds onto me as he comes in my mouth - his hot cum hitting the back of my throat. I try to swallow without choking but it's hard to do with him still inside my mouth. I pull back a little and swallow his cum, and then I go that little bit extra, swirling my tongue around him and cleaning him off as I remove my mouth.

  "Do you have any idea how hot that was?" he says, watching me as I come up for air and wipe my mouth.

  I just smile at him and he grabs my face and crushes his lips to mine, not caring that he just spunked inside my mouth. He pulls me back onto his lap and looks up at me from hooded eyes, and I can tell he's relaxed as fuck after that.

  "Do you want me to do you too?" he offers and I shake my head.

  "No, maybe later when I feel less icky."

  "Okay. Hey, I was thinking we should get takeout for our first night here."

  "Yeah, I like that idea."

  "I'm going to love you forever, Paige Moon." he randomly says.

  "You better," is the only response I can give him.

  I know I'm a bad person. But I tell myself I'm doing what's best for the baby, and Maverick never needs to find out.

  Chapter 25

  It's been two weeks since we moved in together and I'm still on cloud nine. It's been amazing waking up with Maverick and not having to share a tiny bed. Or have Em come crashing through the door at one in the morning, then snoring all night. I miss her like mad, but she knew I wouldn’t be able to stay in the dorm forever with me being pregnant. I just reached twelve weeks a few days ago. I have to keep pinching myself. I still can't believe that this is our home. I'm still waiting for the catch. Waiting for something to ruin it all. I'm even waiting for Dario to show up at any moment and cause chaos. But he's been strangely quiet these past two weeks. I haven't seen him, but he did message me to ask about the baby and I told him everything was fine, but that was last week. He's probably busy with the garage. Or maybe he found out about the engagement. We've purposely kept the engagement and baby news off social media because I'm not ready to tell everyone yet. Maverick is desperate to tell everyone, but he hasn't because he knows I'm not ready. Em knows about the engagement and she must have told Spencer, so there's a good chance Dario knows.

  I chew on my lip as I stand in the kitchen with my phone in my hand, wondering if I should message him. Is he mad that I got engaged and moved in with Maverick?

  Who am I kidding? Of course he's mad! But this was our arrangement. He would stay out of my life, and I would stay out of his. But why do I miss him so much?

  With a sigh, I drop my phone back in my tote, deciding to leave him alone. I’ll wait for him to come looking for me. I'm sure he will. Soon. If he feels anything like me, this hunger burning inside, then it won't be long before he's kicking down my door.

  I check all the kitchen appliances are switched off before I grab my tote and wander into the living room. Maverick strolls out of the bedroom in clea
n jeans and a pair of red sneakers that match his jersey top.

  "You ready to go?" he asks, picking up his wallet off the desk and pocketing it.

  "Yep," I smile and open the front door for him.

  I wait while he locks the door, staring at the door number.

  Number 13.

  "Maybe we're breaking the mold and number thirteen will be lucky for us," Maverick says when he notices me staring at it.

  "I think we've already broken the mold," I say and lean up on my tiptoes to kiss him.

  He then takes my hand and leads me outside to his Range Rover. We've decided to go see a movie tonight. There wasn't anything I wanted to see, but there's a new Marvel movie that Maverick is desperate to see, so I agreed to go with him. As long as he buys me snacks, I don't care either way. I'm starving. We've already eaten dinner, but just recently my appetite has grown after the morning sickness faded off last week.

  We arrive at the movie theater and buy our tickets, then we spend ages looking at all the snacks and hot food. In the end, I opt for a bucket of chicken and we make our way inside the theater and find our seats. The movie starts and soon after I realize we have managed to devour the whole bucket.

  "I'm just going to the bathroom and then to get some popcorn and another drink." I whisper to Maverick.

  "I can go." he offers.

  "No, you stay." I don't want him to miss his movie. He’s been talking about it nonstop.

  He pulls out his wallet and hands me some notes and I give him a quick kiss before making my way down the steps. I'm glad we sat at the end of the row so as not to disturb anyone. Those people are the worst.

  I quickly use the bathroom and then head over to the food counter and buy a big bucket of popcorn and a large Coke before going back inside. I find my seat and try to pay attention to the movie, but I missed a huge chunk of it when I was waiting in line to buy popcorn. I sip my Coke, trying to look interested, but superheroes aren't my thing.

  Ugh. Now I need to pee.

  Damn Coke went straight through me.

  One of the downsides of being pregnant is that my bladder suddenly feels like the size of a frigging pea.

  "I'm just going to the bathroom." I whisper.

  "Again?"

  "I can't help it. I need to pee. Or would you prefer I wet myself?" I say with a laugh and he shakes his head with a smile on his face.

  I make my way back into the foyer and wander to the bathroom and on the way, I happen to look up at the exact moment the doors open in front and out walks nonother than Mitchel Torres.

  I stop walking and he looks up at me with a smirk on his face, and it makes me squirm a little. He's probably picturing me naked right now, legs spread on Dario’s office desk. I bolt into the bathroom and use the toilet, trying to forget I ever saw him. I pull out my phone and check my messages but there's still nothing. I wonder if Dario is here with him.

  I hear the bathroom door open and close and quickly flush the toilet. I open the door and freeze when I find Dario leaning against the sinks. What are the chances that we're all here at the same time?

  "Hey," he says, watching me as I scurry to the sink and wash my hands.

  "What are you doing here?" I shake off my hands.

  "Mitch said you were in here."

  "Ugh. Don’t say his name. I can't believe he saw me naked." I shudder.

  Dario chuckles but then his laughter quickly dies down and he looks at me with a burrowed frown as though he just remembered something, and I catch him looking at my engagement ring.

  "You know." is all I say.

  He nods his head but doesn’t say anything.

  "Are you mad?"

  "Does it matter?"

  "Well...no, but you haven't messaged me all week and I haven't seen you in two weeks."

  "That is what you wanted, isn't it? To be left alone to play happy families with Maverick."

  "I know..." I let out a breath and look back in the mirror, checking my hair.

  "You’re seriously planning to marry him?" he asks, watching me in the mirror.

  "He's a good match."

  "A good match? This isn't an online dating app. I still can't believe you moved in with him so soon."

  "It makes sense that we move in together. I couldn't stay in the dorms for much longer. I'm going to start showing soon and I don't want to have to deal with all the comments and whispers behind my back. At least this way I get to go home after class and forget about everyone else."

  "Like you've forgotten about me."

  "I haven't forgotten about you. I was waiting for you to come and find me."

  "Well, I didn't think you'd want me showing up at your new apartment."

  "I don't." I say firmly, glaring at him in the mirror.

  "And I didn't think it was a good idea to arrange a hookup via text message in case your boyfriend checks your phone."

  "He's my fiancé now. And he doesn't normally go snooping through my phone...but I'm glad you didn't just in case." I admit. "So, is that all I am? A casual hookup?" I say, gripping the edge of the sink. "If you're going to put labels on it you might as well call us fuck buddies."

  "Someone's in a mood." he comments.

  "I'm not in a mood. I'm just…frustrated."

  His smile darkens and he looks at me in the mirror again.

  "Maverick not keeping you satisfied in the bedroom?"

  He pushes off the sinks and steps behind me. I don’t move, watching as he snakes a hand around my waist and reaches between my legs to cup my sex. I grip the sink harder.

  "Come and see me at the garage tomorrow." he urges.

  "I can't tomorrow. We have classes all day and then we're going out with some of Maverick's friends on the football team."

  "The next day, then?" he persists.

  "I can't. It's my day with Em, we're going shopping together."

  Dario lets out a frustrated groan and removes his hand.

  "Fine. Now then." he says and it's not a question.

  "What?" I turn around and look at him as he backs me into the sink. "Maverick is waiting for me. I left him watching a movie."

  "Tell him you got diarrhea." he says and tries not to laugh.

  "That's gross."

  "Come on, I'm already hard." He presses himself up against my body and I feel him through his jeans.

  "No, we can't. What if someone walks in?" I whisper-shout.

  "We'll be quick," He pulls me into a bathroom stall before I can protest, standing in front of the door so I can't escape.

  "Rio, no. I'm not doing that in here." I say in disgust, looking around at the dirty toilet.

  He steps closer, crowding me, and pushes me into the wall.

  "Paige," he warns. "You know the rules. Or do you want me to go out there and burst your perfect little bubble?"

  I scowl at him as he removes my bag and hangs it on the hook on the back of the door.

  "I haven't seen you for two weeks and it's not because I haven't wanted to see you, but it's a little hard to find you when you don't have a room on campus anymore. And believe it or not, I'm not a complete dick. I know you wouldn’t want me showing up at college in case I bump into Maverick. I’ve been doing you a favor these past two weeks, staying out of your way. So, you can either come to the garage, or I'm going to need the address to that fancy new apartment you live in." He reaches over and tugs on my hoodie strings.

  "Okay." I grind my teeth. "Make it quick." I cave and his smile only brightens.

  I can't believe I'm doing this. I mean, look at what he's got me doing now. I'm supposed to be sitting next to Maverick enjoying the movie and now I’m getting up to no good in the toilets. Oh, who am I kidding? That movie sucks.

  Dario unbuttons his jeans and I just watch him, waiting for him to tell me what to do. I'm not sure how this will work. It's not like I've had sex in a toilet before. Does he sit on the dirty toilet seat and I straddle him? Gross. Or does he hold me up against the disgusting wall?

  "Take y
our ring off." he says suddenly.

  "What? Are you serious?"

  He doesn't answer me but keeps his eyes pinned on mine.

  "Fine." I huff and take the ring off and place it on the ledge.

  He already has his dick in his hand when I turn around. I should be shocked, but I'm not. We don't have long.

  "How do we do this?" I ask, looking at the dirty toilet and dropping the lid. Eww. It's so gross in here. Do they ever clean in here?

  "Come here," he urges and pulls me to him, then presses me up against the stall wall. "Just let me touch you." he says and doesn't ask before working the zipper down on my skinny jeans.

  I reach up and remove Maverick's hoodie as it's baggy and swamping me, and drop it on the toilet seat.

  Dario strokes himself as he slides his fingers inside my panties. I hold onto his muscular arm with one hand while the other clings to his t-shirt.

  This feels so naughty.

  So very wrong.

  But at the same time…it's fucking hot.

  I can't believe I'm going along with this so casually with the risk of getting caught at any moment, but Dario always did have a way of making me break the rules.

  He slides his fingers inside of me and pushes them in deep, then moves them in and out of me at a torturous rate, trying to get a reaction out of me. I keep my face neutral. Trying to act like this doesn’t bother me, that this isn’t what I've been craving these past two weeks. But I’m not that good of an actress. He slides his fingers out and then using my wetness, he rubs them over my bud. I cling to him harder as he starts to make me feel good.

  Shit.

  Shit.

  Shit.

  Fuck.

  That feels really good.

  His lips find mine in desperate hunger, and his tongue invades my mouth. His tongue swirls around mine, and I moan into his mouth, not caring if anyone walks in. We’re too far gone to stop - there’s no going back now. We break apart and he pumps himself harder. I keep my eyes on him as we pant breathlessly into each other's mouths. It's so intimate and so fucking hot, and we're not even kissing.