Beautiful Sweaty Messes
Juggling the bags and drink in my hands, I manage to get the front door open, only to be accosted with color everywhere. There are flowers on every inch of flat surface available. Bouquets of soft pink roses, big yellow sunflowers, deep purple lilies, and tiny white carnations cover the entire living room. It doesn’t surprise me that the guys were in the house while I was gone. They all have their own key to get in, but the flowers are like a sucker punch to the gut. No one has ever gotten me flowers before, well, besides Billy, and I’m just going to go ahead and say that it doesn’t count, considering.
I drop my bags at the door and walk to the counter where a note sits waiting. Be ready to go by six. That gives me about three hours to get ready and after this, I’m going to put as much effort as I can into looking nice for them. I’ll have to trust Ryleigh since she seems to know where we’re going.
After taking a long hot shower and shaving every inch of my body that needed it, I put my wet hair up in these old school rollers that I’ve had forever. Found them a long time ago at one of the thrift stores back when I used to dress up to go out. They’re pretty cool. All I have to do is roll up my wet hair and then blow dry them. I used to put some hairspray kind of stuff on it before the rollers came out, but I haven’t bought that stuff in a really long time. Let’s just hope it’ll hold up without it. I’ll leave them in while I do my makeup and get dressed just in case.
Going as light as I can, I only put a little powder on my face and then do up my eyes with eyeliner and eyeshadow. Stepping back to look at my face, the black liner brings out the green in my hazel eyes, but something is still missing. Searching through my scantly filled makeup bag, I find it. I dab some of the bright red lipstick across my lips and blend it in with my finger. When I’m done, I nod at myself in the mirror. Fucking perfect.
I drag the bags from the shopping trip into my room. Once again trusting Ryleigh, I put on the outfit that she recommended, and when I look in the dresser mirror, it’s hard to even recognize myself. I still haven’t gained back all my weight, so I’m skinnier than what I normally am. The skirt is black with huge red, roses and their green leaves all over it. Sitting right above my belly button it leaves the bottom hem to stop mid-thigh. There’s about a two-inch gap between that and my shirt, showing off a little skin between them. The shirt is what truly sold me on the outfit. There’s a strip of black fabric that runs across my breasts. See through lace sleeves works from the bottom of my elbows up to an oval shaped neckline and covers that strip of fabric all the way down to the exposed skin. The back is definitely my favorite. It fastens like a bra at the bottom, leaving a big open hole exposing most of my back and tying at the top with lace strings that hang down to the skirt. Putting my feet into a pair of all black wedges and taking my hair out of the rollers, I stand for a good five minutes just staring at myself. Not to sound conceited, but I look good. Even I wouldn’t guess that the person in front of me came from the trailer park.
All dressed up and nowhere to go, I sit on the couch and fidget with my phone as I admire all of the flowers. Just from knowing the guys as well as I do, I know who picked which flower. Lucas the pink roses. Teagan the sunflowers. Mav the purple lilies. Last but not least, Goose the white carnations. I’d bet my last dollar on that, which probably isn’t such a good phrase to use anymore. I’m just thankful for all those days in the garden with Nana. At least now if the guys ask, I don’t look like a complete idiot.
Lights flash across the front windows and my heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest. All of us but Mav have been on some sort of date kind of thing before, and I’m not sure what to expect. The rap on my door makes my heart skip a beat, which is weird because they never knock. As soon as the thought fires in my head, the door opens and Teagan walks in.
Holy fucking sexiness. His hair is pulled up into a messy man bun thing on the top of his head, and the smile he throws me would melt ice. There’s a blue open long sleeve flannel shirt covering his t-shirt and the tight blue jeans hug his legs just to show off all the muscle there. His smile turns dark as he takes me in from head to toe. When I make a move towards him, he holds up a hand and in a husky voice says, “Wait right there. They need to see this as I did.”
Less than two seconds later Goose comes in complaining, “Dude, you could have at least waited until the car was in p…” He trails off as he catches sight of me standing across from them. Damn it, Goose looks just as good as Teagan in his own way. His black dress shirt is buttoned all the way up except the last few, and his sleeves are rolled up, like always, displaying his massive forearms. Just as T, his light blue jeans look like they were tailored to fit him. He opens his mouth to say something, but closes it just as fast.
Lucas, who was right on Goose’s heels, grins at me as he says, “You look down-right fucking sexy, baby.” He’s the first one to come over and wrap me up in both his arms and his scent. As always, he’s in his jeans and leather jacket. A look that has become one of my favorites. He should patent that shit.
When he lets go, my eyes lock on Mav’s face as he does a head to toe inspection of my body. My cheeks turn pink as his eyes linger on the open space on my stomach. His eyes meet mine, and I see the fire there that he’s trying so hard to hide. He arches an eyebrow as he shoots me a wicked half smile. That’s all the invitation that I need. I move to stand in front of him, and he keeps that same look on his face, almost daring me to make the first move. Teagan and Goose are standing close enough for me to see them watching us out of the corner of my eye. Dressed just like Goose, his dark button up has every one done up to his neck, and paired with a lighter pair of jeans.
His hands twitch like he wants to reach out for me, but he puts them in the pockets of his jeans instead. Challenging me to make the first move, his head tilts back to look down to me with that sexy fucking eyebrow still arched. The wedges have given me some extra height. Wrapping my arms around him, I’m able to go up on my tiptoes to kiss him right underneath the chin. It dips, and his lips find mine as his arms go around me. The naked skin of my back meets his fingertips and then his palms as his kiss deepens.
It’s a good minute before we pull away from each other, the fire still burning in his eyes. A laugh slips from my lips as he goes to smooth his black hair that I messed up just now without even realizing I was doing it. Letting go, I take the one step to Goose and throw my arms around his neck. He pulls me into a big bear hug, lifting me off my feet, as he whispers in my ear, “You look beautiful.”
I grin like an idiot and give him a quick kiss. Almost as soon as my feet touch the floor, T has my hand and spins me to him. Surprising me, he dips me back and kisses my chin as a laugh falls from my lips. Always expect the unexpected with him. After he pulls me back up and kisses me thoroughly, I thank them all for the flowers.
T circles his arms around me from behind as Lucas says, “We weren’t sure what your favorite was, so you got four different kinds.”
“Which one is your favorite?” T asks in my ear.
I throw him a look over my shoulder, “I don’t choose favorites.”
The four of them laugh and Goose says, “Even in flowers.”
“I don’t really know if I had a favorite flower before today, but I now have four,” I confess to them.
They laugh again, and I take a second to consider what a lucky girl I am to have them, “So, where are we going tonight?”
“How do you feel about going to a concert?” Mav asks.
I shrug, “Never been, so I can’t say.”
Goose tips his head back and shakes it at the ceiling before looking back to me, “You have no idea what you’re missing.”
“That means we get to pop your concert cherry,” T says, still behind me.
I roll my eyes and slap his arm playfully, “Who are we going to see?”
Lucas, practically vibrating with excitement, says, “Beauty in Lies.”
“Their shows are always sold out,” Goose adds. “It took Mav pulling some strings to get us tickets.”
That’s interesting. I wonder who he knows in the business that allows for those kinds of strings, maybe I could get him to tell me some day.
Mav interrupts my inner thoughts, “Speaking of which, we need to get going or we’re going to be late.”
I throw on my jacket and check to make sure I have all of my stuff in my pockets before we lock up. Teagan makes a sound and I turn to find him looking angrily toward the apparently offensive jacket, and it makes me laugh.
“Why are we not taking the Rover tonight?” I ask as I see Lucas’ truck in the driveway. I’ve gotten so used to taking it when all of us are together, that it’s weird not seeing it here.
Lucas throws his arm around my shoulders as we walk, “We’ve got to head into the city, and Mav tends to get road rage there.” Said subject throws Lucas a ‘fuck you’ look and Lucas laughs as he adds, “Besides, I’m more partial to my truck now. What about you?”
My face goes red all the way to my ears as Teagan groans, “Seriously dude? Rub it in why don’t you?”
Lucas laughs and kisses me on the cheek before walking around to the driver’s side. Teagan reaches out for my hand to help me into the back where Mav is already waiting. It’s been so long since I’ve been in a skirt that I don’t think about it raising up in the back as I lean over to get in.
I yelp in surprise as teeth catch me right under my right ass cheek.
“Sorry, not sorry,” T says, jumping in behind me. “You can’t put that right in my face without repercussions.”
Lucas laughs in the front seat as Goose shakes his head with a smile. Mav looks jealous as fuck, but not at Teagan. I’d wager to say that I’ll be getting in on his side next time.
“Here, let me help you out of this,” T says working my jacket off my shoulders. “If you get cold, you’ve got us to warm you up.”
I have a feeling tonight is going to be filled with those sexual innuendos, and it’s just getting started.
It takes us about an hour and a half to drive into the city. Goose turns on the band that we’re going to see, and plays their music the whole way. I must say that I’m in fucking love with their sound. When we pull up outside of the venue, I’m bouncing off my seat excited.
Lines to get in that wrap around the venue can’t even put a damper on my mood. Luckily for us, Mav knows his people. He got us VIP passes that let us just walk right in. There’s some kind of meet and greet thing after, but all I’m worried about right now is seeing if they sound as good on stage as they did in the truck.
We find our spots close to the side of the stage just in time to see the opening act take their places. The open space around us disappears quickly as more people flood into the arena. Thankfully, I have my own personal body guards who make four separate walls around me. Mav stands behind me with his hands on my hips, T to my left, Goose on my right and Lucas takes point in front of me. They aren’t going to let me get lost in the crowd, which I couldn’t be any more grateful for.
The band on stage kill it, but waiting on the sound that I heard in the truck makes me feel like all of the molecules in my body are bouncing around trying to escape.
As they finish, and the lights go dark, Goose leans down to my ear and asks, “Having fun?”
It’s still so loud from all of the people that I don’t bother trying to answer. I just nod, and he grins at me. The announcement for the main band is made, and I go up on my tiptoes to throw my arms around Lucas’ neck. He leans back so I can reach his ear, “Here they come.”
Turning his face, he captures my lips for a quick kiss just as the first notes pour from the stage. I can honestly say that the only thing more beautiful than the sound that hits my ears in that moment would be my guys’ voices. They must be attractive, too, considering the squealing of the girls around us. It makes them sound like a bunch of groupies. Me, however, I only have eyes for my sexy quad.
Always the first one to start dancing, Teagan sways us in time with the beat, and before I know it, I find myself dancing with Mav as the other three provide a buffer against the crowd. Hands slip under my skirt and palm my ass as we grind against each other. His lips find my neck as my fingers weave into that perfectly styled hair. I love being the one who gives it that fresh rolled out of bed look. One of the guys on stage has a voice that reminds me of Mav, and the sound has me wishing that he’d sing to me. Or better yet, take advantage of the human walls around us and fuck me where we stand.
In what feels like no time at all, they play their final song and I’m left wanting more of both them and of Mav.
It’s all I can do to follow the guys as we flow with the crowd out into the hallways. All I want to do is pull Mav into a dark corner somewhere to release all the tension inside my body right now.
“Are we battling our way to the meet and greet?” Lucas asks above the noise.
The guys shrug like they don’t care one way or another, so I guess I’m left with the decision. As much as I’d love to meet them, I honestly just can’t get my brain off Mav and the way he felt against me, so I shake my head, “Maybe next time.”
I figured Lucas would be disappointed, but he actually looks relieved. It seems he isn’t much of a fan of the hordes of people. Mav and Goose grab my hands and don’t let go as we weave through the masses toward the truck. My suspicions were correct as Mav tows me to his side and helps me in when we get there. The slip up with T earlier was truly an accident, but this time I purposely take my time getting in, while giving Maverick a full show. The adrenaline from the show and sexual tension between us has left me feeling wonton. Sweet baby Jesus, please let one of them stay with me tonight. I secretly hope its Mav, but I’m not getting my hopes up. He’s only stayed two nights and that was when all of them were there with me.
The ride back home is quiet, even with the music of the band still playing through the speakers. I think the other three can feel the tension coming from Mav and me. His hand sits high on the inside of my thigh, almost in a dominant, claiming kind of way, every second that we are in the truck.
When we make it to my house, Mav hops down to let me out. I’m not sure what the plan is tonight or who, if anyone is staying, but I ask him anyways, “Stay?”
His eyebrow goes up in question as that fire comes back into his eyes and he nods. My insides feel like there are a million butterflies flittering around at that one small movement. I make my rounds giving the other three kisses, and telling them thank you for an awesome night. Lucas backs up and waits until the door is open before pulling away.
We’ve no sooner made it in the door before I practically jump Mav. At first, he stands as still as a statue, as if I took him by surprise, but that only lasts for a second as he literally growls into my mouth. The sound does something to my brain, because my muscles turn to Jell-O in his arms. Doesn’t matter, he’s ready to catch me as if he expected it.
Lifting me underneath the back of my thighs, I wrap my legs around his waist as he stalks his way to my bedroom. I wait for the drop to the bed, but it never comes. Instead, the cold dresser meets my almost bare ass and thighs. Mav grabs the back of my head and dominates my mouth until there’s no fully functioning thought running through my brain except the need to have him naked.
The button on the top of his shirt is the only one that survives as I undo it and rip it open the rest of the way, only to be met with another obstacle of an undershirt. He stops long enough to yank them both off his body and toss them in the corner somewhere. My lips find his now naked chest and the sound that falls from his lips makes me want to kiss every inch of his body just to see if he’ll keep making it.
When he kisses me again, his hands go to undo my shirt. I feel him getting frustrated and ready to tear it to shreds in impatience.
“Wait a second,” I tell him.
He does that growling thing again, “No.”
Some of the material groans in protest and I shove at his chest. I’m so hot for him that I can barely fucking breath, but I don’t want him ruining a brand-new shirt.
“I’ll buy you five more just like it,” he says reaching for it again.
I push his chest, “I don’t want five more like it. I want this one, just wait.”
Seemingly out of patience, he pulls me off the dresser and as soon as my feet hit the floor, he spins me around. Now, I get to watch his face as he works the back of it free and it falls away somewhere. His hands find my breasts as he grinds against me.
I lean back and close my eyes as different sensations assault me.
“Open your eyes and watch, baby girl,” that deep voice says in my ear.
No one would argue with that voice and I’m no exception. Being able to see where his face and hands go gives me a thrill that I never knew existed.
He finds the zipper on my skirt, and meets my eyes as he makes slow work of sliding it from my hips. Standing in nothing but a pair of black, almost see through, panties and my shoes, my heart stops and starts again as I watch his face take in what’s standing in front of him. I’m for sure thanking Ryleigh later for making me buy new bras and panties.
Mav’s jeans rub against the back of my legs as he brings himself against me again. His hands travel up my back and then down my arms before closing around my wrists. Placing my palms flat on top of the dresser he warns, “Keep them here. No matter what. If you move them then I’ll have to punish you.”
My knees go weak at his words as my heart races. I never thought the dominant thing would turn me on as much as it is right now. I follow his instructions as he kisses his way down my back. When he gets to my ass, I feel the sting of his teeth through my panties on each cheek before the soft kiss after. At the angle of my mirror, I can see the top of Mav’s head and shoulders as he drops to his knees. Standing in front of him like this, unable to move at his demand, as I bring such a powerful creature to his knees makes me feel stronger than I ever have.
His warm fingers make a trail from my ankles up to my hips underneath the panties right before he painstakingly and slowly pulls them down my legs. He taps the inside of my ankles letting me know he wants me to open my legs for him. I want to defy him just to see what would happen, but I open them anyways.
Once I do, it doesn’t take long for his mouth to find the sweet spot between them. Losing concentration, I grab a fistful of his hair and he immediately pulls away.
“What did I tell you,” he scolds standing up behind me. The sting on my right ass cheek from his slap puts heat in more than that one spot. I rub against him like a cat without moving my hands.
I hear his muttered, “Fuck,” before he pulls me away from the dresser and lays me on the bed. Without removing the rest of his clothes or my shoes, he’s inside of me without any kind of warning.
Maverick fucks me until I’m not sure where I start, and he ends. By the time that he’s done, we’re nothing more than beautiful sweaty messes.
He takes his time cleaning us up and getting the rest of our clothing off as he kisses everywhere his fingers touch. When he finally pulls my back to his chest and covers our naked bodies with my blanket, I’m exhausted.
“Hey Mav?” I ask in the quiet of the room.
The sound of his, “Hmm,” vibrates through his chest into my back.
“Why have you not stayed before now?” I ask him.
His breath is hot in my ear, sending chills down my skin, “Because you haven’t asked, baby girl.”