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Lily
About a month later...
“LILY!” MAVERICK SNAPPED. “Seriously?”
“What?” I called from the kitchen. It was Saturday, early evening, and we actually had a day off together, so we were making the most of it.
He walked into view and stood in our bedroom doorway, an armful of clothing almost too big to carry. “It’s called a hamper. Use it.”
“But you’ll pick everything up for me. Why do I need to walk all the way to the hamper?”
“This isn’t the way it’s supposed to be,” he continued to lament as he walked back into our room, returning with empty arms. “You’re supposed to yell at me for leaving shit on the floor.”
“I know, I know, but we’ve switched gender roles. So I will commence scratching myself, adjusting my sac, and demanding my dinner be on the table when I get home.”
“You’d better not have a sac, baby doll, or you and I are gonna have to have a conversation.”
I opened my robe and flashed him. “I don’t know if you’ve investigated my private area close enough. Feel like doing that now?”
Maverick gently shoved his shoulder into my belly and lifted me over his shoulder, smacking my bottom as he carried me back to bed. He dropped me onto the middle of the mattress and yanked me to the edge by my ankles. My robe slid up and somehow pinned me in place. I shifted and tried to release an arm, but Maverick shook his head with a grin. “No moving.”
I groaned. “I hate that.”
“No, you don’t,” he countered and pushed my legs apart, running his tongue over my clit.
I slipped a leg over his shoulder and tried to pull him closer, but he just chuckled and stayed put.
“No moving means everything, Lil.”
I nearly ripped my robe getting out of it. “I don’t care. I want to touch you.”
He laughed. “So predictable.”
I hooked my other leg over his other shoulder and used my epic thigh strength to pull him forward. “Back to the job at hand, Möosh.”
His arms wrapped around my upper thighs and pushed them apart then he leaned down and covered my core with his mouth again. His tongue swirled around my clit, and then he sucked gently, and I bit my fist to keep from crying out. When I lost his mouth, I stared down my body to see him removing his sweats. He kneeled between my legs and then hovered over me with a grin. “You ready?”
“So ready.”
“Hard or soft, baby?”
“Hard,” I rasped.
He slammed into me, and I whimpered as I nearly came right then and there. It took everything I had to let it build up again. I hated waiting... for anything.
Maverick’s hand went to my breast, and he rolled my nipple between his fingers. It tightened into a pebble, and I whimpered.
“Hold it, baby.”
“I am,” I said with a growl.
“Your pussy says otherwise.”
“Ohmigod, you can’t talk to my pussy, Maverick,” I snapped. “You’re not a psychic.”
Maverick burst out laughing and dropped his forehead to the mattress.
“Mav!” I smacked his butt. “Focus.”
“I can’t right now,” he mumbled into the sheet. “Give me a second.”
I sighed and stared at the ceiling. This went on for a few seconds before I blurted out, “Chartreuse.”
“What?” He finally met my eyes.
“The color I think we should paint the ceiling.”
He raised an eyebrow, burying himself deeper inside me before asking, “You’re thinking about painting the ceiling, baby?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Chartreuse?”
“Mmm-hmm.” I couldn’t keep my eyes open, his touch making it difficult to focus on anything else.
His hand slipped between us, and he fingered my clit as he slammed into me again... and again. “Möosh!” I cried out when I could no longer control my orgasm.
He wasn’t far behind and held me close as he rolled us to our sides. “Don’t tell me I can’t talk to your pussy, Lil. Pretty sure we were communicating perfectly.”
I giggled, dropping my forehead to his shoulder. “You’re ridiculous.”
He stroked my hip. “There is that.”
I kissed him deeply and then separated myself from him and headed to the bathroom. Maverick walked in a few minutes later and climbed into the shower.
“Hey!” I complained.
He peeked out from behind the shower curtain. “Ya snooze, ya lose, baby doll.”
I reached over and flushed the toilet, winning me a screech of derision from my man.
“Serves you right,” I said.
Unfortunately for me, I was close to the shower and couldn’t jump away from his arm that snaked out and wrapped around my waist, lifting me inside and pushing me gently under the cold water.
I squealed and rushed to leave the stream, but he held me tighter with a laugh and pulled me close, turning the dial and warming the water again. “I got you.”
“You’re evil wrapped in a very pretty package,” I ground out, my teeth chattering but relaxing as the water heated.
Maverick kissed me and then gently washed my hair. “Rinse, baby.”
I dropped my head back, and he helped guide the water through my hair. I sighed. “This is seriously the best way to wash my hair. You’re hired.”
He grinned. “I live to serve.”
“What time are we leaving?” I asked, stepping aside so Maverick could get under the water. There was a club get-together tonight, and since it was the first in a while, I was excited.
“Five good?” Maverick asked.
“Fine with me.”
“We’ll ride since it’s nice.”
“Then can we leave at four and ride for a little longer?”
Maverick grinned. “Yeah, baby, if you want to.”
“I want to.” I reached for a towel and then stepped out of the shower and headed to the bedroom to get dressed.
Maverick joined me a few minutes later, and I licked my lips at the sight of him wet and naked.
“Stop,” he demanded.
“Stop what?” I asked, all innocence and light.
He grinned. “You keep looking at me like that, and I’m gonna get you dirty again.”
I shrugged, letting the towel wrapped around me fall to the floor. “We have plenty of hot water.”
Maverick dropped his towel and lifted me onto the bed, kissing me as he hovered over me. Before we could do anything fun, however, someone banged on the door. Maverick dropped his forehead to mine and sighed. “I’ll get it.”
I nodded and watched him as he yanked on a pair of sweats (commando) and pulled the door closed as he left the room.
I rushed to pull on some clothing and then headed out to find Mom and Dad accepting a beer from Maverick. “Hey,” I said.
“Hey there, stranger.” Mom rushed to hug me with a huge grin. “You get your own place, and I never see you anymore.”
I giggled. “You just saw me last night.”
“I miss having you at the breakfast table.”
“Anytime you want to make us breakfast, Payton,” Maverick chimed in, “you’re welcome to.”
“Shh,” I hissed. “She’ll wake us way too early.”
“Anytime you want to make us breakfast after ten a.m.,” Maverick corrected, “you’re welcome to.”
Mom and I both chuckled.
“Are you staying at the compound tonight?” Mom asked.
I nodded. “That way we can both drink.”
“That’s my plan too,” Mom admitted as she sat on the sofa next to Dad. He wrapped an arm around her waist and took a swig of beer.
Maverick sat in the overstuffed chair beside the sofa, so I plopped down on his lap with a grin. “Hey, baby.”
He gave me a sideways smile. “Hey.”
“Comfy?” I pressed.
He chuckled. “More than you could ever know.”
I ground against him a little harder. “How about now?”
“Lil,” he warned in a whisper, and I laughed. I could feel his thickening length against my bottom.
“You’re back to work tomorrow, right?” Mom asked.
I nodded. “Yep. I need to sleep a lot tomorrow.”
“How are you dealing with the schedule?”
“It’s easier than I thought.” I frowned. “But you know this. Why are you asking again?”
Mom glanced at Dad and then back at me. “Are you ready to set a date?”
I relaxed. “I thought something bad was going on.”
“Well, you’ve been stalling,” Mom continued.
I looked over at Dad, and he rolled his eyes. Mom craned her neck to look at him. “Are you rolling your eyes at me?”
“I would never,” he deadpanned.
I giggled. “Mom, is this my wedding day or yours?”
“Yours?” she squeaked out the question. “Sorry. I’m just excited.”
“How about Mav and I look at the calendar and figure out a date this week?” I glanced at Maverick. “Does that work?”
“Yeah,” Maverick said. “Sounds great.”
I nodded and focused on Mom again. “But nothing big.”
She raised her hands in surrender. Well, she raised one hand and three fingers on the other so she could keep hold of the beer bottle. “I promise.”
“Okay,” I conceded. “We’ll find a date this week.”
“Thank you.” She rose to her feet. “Okay, we’re gonna get out of your hair.”
“We are?” Dad asked.
“Yep.”
Dad folded himself off the sofa. “Okey dokey. We’ll see you at the compound.”
“Sounds good,” I said and climbed off Maverick’s lap, following my parents to the door. Once they were gone, I locked up and settled myself back on his lap. “So... where were we?”
Maverick grinned, standing with me in his arms, and carried me back to bed.
