Chapter Eleven
Maverick
The sexiest woman in the world is half-naked and begging me to fuck her—just shy of serving herself on a silver God damned platter. She called me Mav. I feel like I should fuck her right now just to reinforce the good behavior. I never thought it would go down like this when I came to the hotel.
She repeats herself. “That’s a no, then?”
I’m so lost inside my own head and consumed by just looking at her bare chest that I forgot to answer the first time. I grab the back collar of my shirt and pull it over my head, baring my chest to her. She immediately starts tracing my skin, my tattoos, with both of her hands. I know I have to stop this because I can’t go much further here. In this fucking hotel room. She is so much better than this. I have her on a bathroom counter like some random bag.
She leans over to lick the bone frog tat on my neck and her nipples buzz across my chest. Everything she does feels like it’s the first fucking time. I don’t even know how many mouths have kissed my tats, but right now all I care about is that her mouth is on me. She’s the only mouth I’ve ever wanted on me. Stop her. Stop her. Her wet tongue trails over my nipples.
“Fuck,” I rasp. My dick is so hard, the second she touches it I’ll lose it. Along with self-preservation, my self-control is shot to fucking shit. Her blue eyes rise to meet mine. A smile crosses her delicious mouth and a piece of her brown hair gets in her face. I brush it away. She bites her lip. Then she places a kiss on the right side of my chest, directly above my heart. There’s no tat there. She kissed me there because she wanted to kiss me, not my ink.
I take my t-shirt, which I held onto for good reason, and put it over her head. She puts her arms through the sleeves, and then crosses her arms over her chest and juts out her bottom lip. So fucking hot.
“My house?” I ask, taking her pouty lip in between my teeth. I pull it out a little, like she does with mine. She sighs. “Please don’t beg me today, Win. I’m not strong enough to hold out. I’ve missed you. I want everything to be perfect. I want to take it slow,” I say again. My excuse seems weaker and weaker each time I say it. She hops off the counter.
“Your house. Now. I’m the most sexually frustrated person on the face of the planet,” she says.
I blow out a breath, happy she agreed to come home with me. I never thought about how she was feeling sexually. I’ve been neglecting her because I don’t trust myself. It’s one thing for me to have perma-blue balls, but I need to please Windsor. I feel like a complete dickhead. I’ll have to remedy that the second we get out of this hotel room. It’s making me jumpy now that we’re back by the bed.
And with her wearing my shirt that falls to her knees she’s like a walking wet dream. Her eyes linger on me while she waits for me to respond. My cock is still hard and standing at attention like it has been since the second I walked into the hotel. It’s like Pavlov’s fucking dogs. It knows what these rooms mean.
“How’s Gretchen’s handiwork?” I ask. I can’t keep the smile off my face at her mortified expression.
“Why don’t you come check it out for yourself?” Zing. I feel like a weak pussy for not being able to take her up on the offer right this second.
“Let’s go. I’ll get up close and personal with it,” I look at my watch, “in one hour and fifteen minutes. Follow me back?” I ask. I hate that she can’t ride with me, but we can’t leave her car and honestly, staying here with that asshole here isn’t even an option.
When I saw them in the hallway, I knew it was Nash. I looked him up after the first time she mentioned she had a cheating fiancé. I know where he lives. I know he works in her office building. I also know his social security number and that he leaves his house every day at 8:25 a.m. I won’t tell Windsor any of that though.
“Turn around,” she mumbles. “I’m going to take off your shirt. If I look at you for another second looking like you do, I’m going to slam you down on that bed and have my wicked way with you, issues or not.”
I laugh, but a fucking pit forms in my stomach. She said I have issues. I guess I do. I definitely do not want to see her naked in this room. The fact she knows, and is trying to prevent it, makes me happy and fucking angry. I turn around and fold my arms behind my head. The whole situation is hot and incredibly unfair at the same time.
“Change,” I order. “I guess I should have asked if you need to stay here for this conference first. That would be the gentlemanly thing to do…do you?”
My black shirt lands on the bed in front of me. “They can’t pay me enough to stay here with him,” she says, stopping mid-sentence. “I’ll call my boss when I get in the car. She’ll understand. Maybe I can make it to the office later today, too,” she says.
“Or maybe you won’t,” I say, shrugging on my shirt and turning around. She has her suitcase in her hand, ready to go. Her face is still a little red and her hair is all fuck-me-now. Very deliberately she skates her gaze down my body and back up. God damn, it does things to me I never knew one look could do.
“You’re right. I probably won’t,” she whispers. I grab her suitcase from her, because I will be keeping it with me for collateral. She doesn’t object. Grabbing my free hand in hers, she hugs herself to my side, like it’s where she’s always been. When we arrive in the lobby there are way too many people standing around. It makes me nervous. I glance at the exit out of habit.
Windsor tenses beside me. The guy from her office notices us and actually has enough balls to approach. “I’m sorry, Windsor,” Garrett says, looking directly at me. “I guess I didn’t realize how upset you’d be if Nash was here at the same time. It’s been what? Two years?” he asks, and it pisses me off for a few different reasons, but I want to see how Windsor handles this without me interfering.
“It’s fine, Garrett. You did me a favor. I never asked anyone to walk on eggshells about Nash with me. They did it all on their own. So whatever, thanks,” she says. “I am taking off with my boyfriend now, though. I’ll check in at the office.”
I think my chest rose a few feet the second she called me her boyfriend. I grin at asshole Garth, because now I know he’s the reason Nash and Windsor were here together. He’s on my growing shit list. I’m just glad he hasn’t ran into the Nashhole yet. I scan the room one more time.
“Yeah sure, of course,” Garth says. “Mr. Hart.” He nods at me and walks off. Windsor laughs, causing me to chuckle.
“Mr. Hart is my father. Doesn’t he know that?”
She basically drags me out of the building without saying another word. I walk her to her car, because I know exactly where it’s parked. I parked mine right next to it. “So…” I start to say, but Windsor cuts me off with a wave of her hand.
She twists the front of my shirt in her hand and brings me to her. “I guess you forgot how badly I want you. No more talking. Your house. Now. I’ll follow you there,” she tells me, releasing me and grabbing the handle of her door. On a second thought, she goes up on her tiptoes to kiss me.
Her words have had their intended effect. My adrenaline is spiking through the roof with the anticipation. I lean down and kiss her. She smells like a flowery perfume and me. This kiss is all tongues and teeth and promise.
“Fuck, Win. Drive,” I command. I gently push her away from me, because the image of fucking her in my back seat pops in my mind. That might even be worse than having sex with her in a hotel room. She doesn’t even say goodbye. She gets in her car, starts the engine and fucking tailgates me all the way to my house.
I pull into my driveway and punch the code into the gate box. I watch her follow me in the rearview mirror. She is looking around, like all chicks do when they’re supposed to be driving.
My house comes into view and I watch her blue eyes widen when she sees it. I wish I could be with her, to know exactly what she’s muttering to herself in this moment, but I’m not so I settle for facial expressions. Facial expressions tell a lot about a person. If you’re good enough, like I am, you can tell when someone is lying to you. With someone as honest as Windsor, I don’t have to use any of my talents. It’s almost a relief. I park my car behind one of the four garage bays and she pulls up next to me. I hop out as quickly as I can to open her car door before she can.
“I should thank you for that one really awkward time when you came into my office trying to get a date,” she says before she exits her car. That was over a month ago, but I still cringe at the memory.
I scrunch my brows together. “Why is that?”
“Because if you didn’t flaunt your money in my face that day, I wouldn’t have expected this.” She gestures to my house, which is larger than average, sure, but nothing that fucking special. Nothing like my parents wanted for me. I’m happy here, though. “And then I would have been flabbergasted, or weird. Because I knew to expect something like this I don’t have to go through those emotions,” she explains. I laugh.
“I’m glad my asshole could be of service to you. Weird wouldn’t be good, would it?”
She shuts her eyes and shakes her head. She takes my offered hand and we walk up the paved walkway to the front door. I unlock the door and hold it open. I throw my hands forward, ushering her in first. Windsor looks at me and smiles an impossibly beautiful smile, and then she walks into my world. And I never remember being so happy.
She slips off her shoes before I take off mine. Her bare feet make a soft noise as she wanders over to the sofas in the living room. She doesn’t sit down. No, she drags a few fingers over the leather, just touching it. I follow behind her, my hands behind my back to control the trembling. It’s the opposite of the trembling from earlier. Now that she’s here in my space, I want her so fiercely that my body is taking over.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispers, standing in front of a mixed media piece of art that hangs in one of the hallways. “This isn’t the bachelor pad I expected…it’s more,” she says. It’s more now that she’s in it.
“I’m glad you approve. Something to drink? The kitchen is down here,” I point at the end of the hallway. The need to touch her wins out and I wrap my hands around her waist and pull her back against my chest. She sighs a contented sound and my pulse skitters. I know she feels my hard cock against her. There is no hiding it now.
“First, a drink,” she says, spinning to face me. “Then, a tour of your bedroom.” She slips her hands under my shirt and runs them up my chest. “I want to see all of this again.”
I flex my abs and my pecs. It’s an automatic reaction to touch I can’t control unless I’m thinking about it. She grins and squeezes my muscles. Then she bites her fucking lip. I drag her into the kitchen and show her where the refrigerator is. She stands in front of the open door for longer than is normal, crossing one ankle over the other.
“Do you cook?” she finally asks. I tell her I do and she seems even more shocked at that fact than anything else. That says a lot because I told her my official job description, not Dr. Google’s definition. Finally, she decides on a bottle of water and turns on me, eyes narrowed. “What else can you do?”
I pull my shirt off. It distracts her. Just what I was going for. “I can do many things, Win. You want me to show you a few?” My dick strains against my jeans. Maybe confused, because we are at home, but excited nonetheless. She stays quiet, just studying me. I’m reminded of how I study her when she doesn’t know I’m looking. Except, of course, Windsor wouldn’t be sneaky or vindictive about anything. It’s all out in the open for me to see. Her honest eyes telling me all I need to know.
“One word,” I say, voice low.
“Bedroom,” she mutters.
I grab one of her hands and pull her onto my back piggyback style. I run down the corridor that leads to the master suite and her sweet laughter fills the space, echoing off the cold walls. I dive into my king sized bed and trap her beneath me. Her hair fans out, spreading all around her. I kiss her mouth. I kiss her forehead. I kiss her nose. I kiss her neck. I kiss her mouth again. Because I can’t help it. My mouth wants to be on her.
“Look at me,” she whispers. I open my eyes. Blue eyes shine back at me. “Thank you for showing me this. It means a lot to me.” Her wet lips crash into mine, but this time I keep my eyes open because she wants me to look at her. A fine sight it is, too.
She breaks free from the kiss, breathing hard and staring at me. She squirms her way up to a sitting position. I roll off her to let her up. Walking away from my bed, Windsor looks around my room curiously. It’s not until she turns around do I know she’s fucking taking off her clothes. Her shirt is completely unbuttoned.
“I know you want to take things slow. I can respect that even if I don’t want to participate in the same restraint.” She smiles, then lets her shirt float to the ground. She reaches behind her back to unzip the skirt and steps out of it, exposing a blue lacy thong that matches the bra I saw earlier. Her body is tight and beautiful, kissable, more than fuckable. “You do owe me, though,” she says, more confidently than I thought her capable of. All I can do is nod my head up and down like some sort of Neanderthal. I’m focused on the panties—that match my sheets, that match her eyes.
I swallow and shake off the fucking trance that is Windsor Forbes. I have a damned job to do. And by the looks of her, I better do it well or I’m in fucking trouble. She drags one finger over a chaise in the corner of the room and my gaze is glued to her every movement. I couldn’t look away if I had bullets flying at my head. It’s like she’s a mirage or something perfect my mind conjured. This woman is made for me. She looks at me sideways, and continues her slow walk around the room. Like she’s at a museum instead of in my fucking bedroom walking around practically naked. A growl rips from my throat.
“Get. Over. Here. Now,” I order, standing from the bed. That gets her attention. Her slim body glides toward me. And it’s like this slow motion moment.
It happened once when I was down range. The convoy in front of us hit an IED and the Humvee blew into a million pieces. It was a moment of pure clarity when I knew exactly what the outcome would be. When the bomb blew, I knew everyone in the vehicle would be dead. Now, watching Windsor approach, I know the outcome of whatever is happening between us. I’m falling for her. And there is no fucking stopping it.
Standing in front of me, she takes off her bra. She hooks both of her thumbs onto the sides of her panties and pulls them down slowly. She’s bare. Her creamy, tan skin is flawless. This sight—of her naked in front of my bed –is my new favorite thing in the entire universe. She merely stands there, hands by her sides, a half smirk on her face, waiting for me to make the next move. She’s handing over the reins. Fortunately for her, I’m more than willing to take them.
I cock my head and push my lips to one side. “Guess it’s time to settle old debts then?” The display of mock irritation makes her laugh out loud. She throws her hands out in a what can you do motion. Windsor crawls over and kneels in the middle of my bed.
I change my mind. This is my favorite thing. The tiny landing strip at top of her pussy is mouthwatering. I keep my jeans on and walk on my knees to meet her front on.
She gives me a little frown. I brush the tiny crease between her eyebrows with my finger. “Slow,” I remind her. Her cool fingers grab the front of my jeans and underwear and jerk me forward. One of her fingers rubs the tip of my dick. I suck in a breath through my teeth. “If they come off, I’ll be buried in you before you take your next breath,” I whisper.
“Maybe that’s what I want,” she replies.
“Kiss me,” I order. I know I can distract her with my mouth. She leans up on her knees and presses every inch of her bare skin against me. Tracing my lips with her tongue, she rubs her tits on my chest. It is so fucking hot. I grab her sweet ass in my hands, rubbing it at the same tempo she’s moving. She moans into my mouth. I bring one hand around and find her sweet, wet pussy. Her mouth stops moving against mine at first contact. Her blue eyes open and her gaze meets mine. She spreads her knees to give me better access to her.
Carefully, I dip a finger into her. She is sopping wet and tight. Too tight for my dick, I’m sure of it. Not that I plan on putting my dick anywhere near her pussy. At least not today. Which is unfortunate because I want her so bad it hurts.
But this is about her and her alone. She’s breathing with her mouth open, tiny pants of pleasure. I drag my middle finger against her channel making a come here gesture with my finger. A tiny whimper escapes between breaths. My cock twitches. Leaning her head on my shoulder, she rocks her hips into my hand, trying to get my finger to go deeper.
“You’re so tight, Win. You feel so fucking good,” I say, crooking my finger, creating the perfect pressure against her wall.
She pulls away from me, her hands still on my shoulders and moans. I look down, because now I can see everything. My finger disappearing inside her, the way she grips my finger when I pull out a little.
Windsor makes some indistinguishable noise and I know how good I’m making her feel. If my finger wasn’t dripping wet, her face would give it away. Her gaze falls down to watch me work my finger in her, and I fucking love that she’s watching. “You like that?” I ask. All she can do is nod her approval. “Lay down,” I say, inhaling the scent of her hair. I want all of her scents in me, on me, smothering me.
She makes a move to slide back but pauses. “Don’t move your hand,” she breathes. I can’t help but smile—the big one.
“I wouldn’t dream of it, baby,” I say, pushing in my middle finger as far in as it will go. The moan that comes this time is loud. Her back hits the bed and I am on her in an instant. Her pink nipples are hard. Which means they need to be in my fucking mouth. I lick and suck each one. And just because I can’t help it, I cover her mouth with another kiss. I want to taste all of her whimpers and moans. Memorize them.
I circle her wet clit with my thumb and really start the tempo. Brushing my tongue down her throat and back to her perky tits, I make my way lower. When my mouth finds her belly button, I lift my gaze to find her watching me. It’s always like this. It’s the silent asking for permission to go downtown. Some women are funny about it.
“Yes, yes. My God, yes,” she says in one rushed breath. Access granted. I smile up at her, but she just throws her head back and whimpers. I never stop moving my fingers and I know she’s close. I can see it.
I replace my thumb with my tongue. I suck on her clit and flick it with the tip of my tongue at the same time. She raises her hips. I push them back down to hold her in place. Very slowly, and also very carefully, I insert another finger into her. I can feel her hips trying to move.
“That feels so good,” she moans, grabbing my hair, pulling my face closer to her. I work my fingers a little faster, but always keep the same tempo with my tongue. That’s the key. My mouth is so wet from her, and she tastes so sweet that my head is clouding. Usually when I go down on a girl I can think about other things, not right now though. I have single-minded focus.
When her whimpers grow a little more quiet I know I’m about to make her fucking thighs tingle. I hook both fingers and rub her spot. She yells out. It echoes in my room, and I think it’s probably the loudest and sweetest sound that has ever come from my bedroom. Her whole body stiffens, and I let her hips go so she can fuck herself with my fingers to her heart’s content. Her pussy grips my fingers over and over and over; it’s the orgasm that went on and on and I’m the one who gave it to her. She flops down, totally spent, breathing hard, her eyes closed tightly.
I slip my fingers out of her, after the spasms stop. I leave my mouth on her, knowing how sensitive she is right now. She sighs, this contented, happy fucking sigh, and it rocks me to my core. I lick her wet slit, wanting to taste it directly. I grab under her thighs and drag her to me until her legs rest on my shoulders. I drive my tongue into her and the taste is indescribably good. She shudders. I look up to find her arms propped behind her head, her eyes on me.
“Do you have any idea how good that feels?” she asks. I lick her from the bottom all the way up to her clit in one stroke. A quiet moan escapes her mouth. Her cheeks are flushed. She looks perfectly fucked. My bulging dick contests that idea.
“Not exactly, but I have some idea,” I reply, lapping a few more straight trails up and down, only stopping to stick my tongue in her as far as it will go on my way by. Her pussy looks like perfection. “Do you know how good you taste?” I ask. She shakes her head.
Making sure my lips and tongue are coated in her, I slide my body up to come face to face with her. I smile. She smiles. I kiss her. She sucks my lips more than she kisses. When my tongue enters her mouth, she sucks that too. She grabs my fingers, the ones that were just inside her, and she sucks them. It’s like my fingers are directly connected to my cock because when I feel her warm mouth sucking them, my hips rock into her, hoping to find a wet hole to play in. She bites my fingers a little. I rock into her again.
“You should take your pants off and try that,” she says. I lick her neck and bite her ear lobe.
“Slow,” I remind her. Even though right now I want nothing more than to bury myself in her and call it home, lock the door, and never leave.
“You’re the first guy I’ve ever let do….that,” she says, pointing down and then licking my mouth.
Pure male pride courses through me at the thought of being the only one. It’s like I own it. Just because I feel like it, I drop down and kiss her directly on her pussy lips. I smile my widest smile when I see her smiling at me.
Sighing, she says, “Also, do you have any idea how your dimples affect me? Not only can I not think straight, but I can’t tell you no either.” I run my hands from her breasts all the way down the sides of her body, stopping at her thighs. Goosebumps rise on her skin everywhere I touch.
“I like responsive,” I say.
“Too responsive?” she asks, furrowing her eyebrows. I shake my head in disbelief.
“You can never be too responsive. You probably can’t help yourself now that you know what my tongue can do,” I joke. Something mischievous flickers in her eyes. “Not even if you beg,” I say, reading her mind directly correlating with the look in her eyes.
“It’s only fair that I reciprocate, Mav,” she says. Dick twitch. He’s raising his hand. His turn. His turn. If her face gets an inch away from my cock, I’m sure I’ll explode and embarrass the hell out of myself. That’s not a problem I’ve ever considered. I’m breaking all the fucking rules today. I have more problems now than I’ve ever had.
Windsor grabs my jeans and has them unbuttoned and unzipped before the word “no” can come out of my mouth. Which is just as well, because I may be able to stave off putting my dick inside her, but a blowjob is something I don’t think any male can refuse.
“Please let me suck your cock.” Especially when your girl is begging for it.
Standing I pull off my jeans and boxer briefs in one swoop. I stand there, giving Windsor the opportunity she gave me. Her lead. This is her show now. She bites her fucking lip. Another dick twitch. My balls are in her hands and my cock is in her wet mouth a few seconds later.
I immediately regret standing up because my knees feel like they’re going to buckle at any second. I fist her long hair, but I don’t push her down, I let her swallow it at her own pace. And it is a fucking perfect pace. I look down and there it is. The sight a million wet dreams were made of. Blue eyes, full of emotion, staring up at me, sucking my dick. Her tiny hand pumps the bottom of my shaft and the other hand grazes my ball sack. It feels even better than it did when it was only a mental image.
I can’t resist; I push her head a little bit and she takes my cock deeper. It’s so warm and so wet. Her mouth was made to suck my dick. She keeps her hand moving and licks the sides, the bottom, the tip, around the edges, like a fucking lollipop before sliding it back in her mouth, all the way to the back. There’s no way she can fit my whole package in her mouth; it’s big. Windsor gets an A for effort. She gets an A for everything because I’m already about to fucking come. I knew it would be quick, but this is a new Maverick record.
I rock my hips into her mouth and tighten my grip on her head. Should I give her the gentlemanly tap? Usually I don’t. I tap the back of her head a few times, the telltale I’m-going-to-blow-my-load-any-second signal and she speeds up her pumping hand. Green light. I tilt my head up and close my eyes as I come, like a fucking geyser, down her throat. My legs feel weak. I look down to watch her swallow the last of it. Sex, even almost sex, is the best damn kind of messy. Her spit and my come are all over her…and me. Windsor stands, wipes her mouth off the back of her hand, and then leaps into my arms. I collapse back on the bed, taking her with me.
“That was the best not sex of my life. Just so you know,” I say, still trying to rein in my breathing. She props herself up on her elbows to look at me, a huge smile stretching across her satisfied face.
“Seriously? That really means something…given your extracurricular activities. I’m sort of honored,” she replies. She does this tiny fake bowing motion. What I want to say is that she could have given me the worst blow job of my life—all teeth with no clue what the fuck she was doing –and it still would have been better than a deep throating porn star. Because it’s her. I don’t say that though.
“I’m serious,” I say, kissing her shoulder because it’s bare and it’s right there taunting me. “You are amazing.” She kisses me back, whispering sweet things in my ear. She gets under the sheets and lies down on my side of the bed. I change my mind for the third and final time. This is my new favorite sight. This time though? It scares me.
And then I know. I’ve fumbled with my fucked up thoughts long enough to know why I can’t fuck Windsor. If I do, what I feel would be too real—because it won’t be fucking or bagging or laying pipe.
It will be making love. And then she will own me forever without even knowing it.