Chapter 9
It’s been a few days since I left Senoia and came back to Athens. I couldn’t stay there with her, spending time with her family, and act like everything is hunky-fucking-dory because it’s not. I’m pissed at her, but more pissed at myself for falling in love with a girl that’s too fucking stubborn to admit she feels the same. I let her in—no one has accomplished that except Dex and Zac—but she crushed me, and now I’m left picking up pieces of myself.
I’m done chasing Cydney Fisher. And that’s the reason I refuse to answer my phone when she calls. I don’t look at the texts she sends, and I delete the voicemails before I even listen to what she has to say. I need to get her the hell out of my system, out of my fucking heart, and need to keep my cock from responding every time I think about her.
I decide to hit up a liquor store before I head to Barry’s; maybe I can drown my sorrows in a six-pack. I park Skye and leave her, running inside really quick so I find what I’m looking for. I take the beer and stand in line, waiting to pay, when I hear, “Maverick,” behind me. Turning, I see the redhead I named Dead Fish standing there.
“Oh, hey.” I try to be polite and then turn back to the people in front of me.
“I haven’t heard from you.” Her annoying voice sounds closer. Once again, I turn around and she has weaseled her way up in the line.
“Yeah, thought I made it pretty clear it was a one-time deal.” My brow cocks. Thought she got the hint when I told her we wouldn’t be exchanging numbers. Plus, the whole act where Cayden pretended to be my baby mama made it seem like Dead Fish was done with me.
“Just because you didn’t want my number doesn’t mean we couldn’t have a repeat.” She shrugs her shoulder and tries for a sexy smile, but it doesn’t work for her. She reaches out to touch me, but I move quickly. Her hand drops to her side and a frown appears.
“I have a girlfriend now,” I state, moving forward in the line.
“Hmm. I see. Lucky girl. Guess I’ll leave you alone, then.” There’s something in her tone, but I ignore it.
“See ya’ around.” I pay for my beer and get the hell out of there.
The last I talked to Dex, he said they weren’t returning until after New Year’s Day, so I took the opportunity, with Barry’s permission, to work on the Dodge Charger. Since Cydney and I gutted the car, I don’t have to go under it to put on the new vent. This will stop the car from leaking inside when it rains.
Just as I’m putting the last screw in place, I hear, “Hey.” I don’t acknowledge her, but I stop what I’m doing and grip the front of the car tightly, heaving a sigh. She wasn’t supposed to fucking be back!
“Mav?” Her voice gets closer.
Shutting the hood, my eyes connect with hers. “What are you doing here?” I ask, harsher than I intended.
She flinches at my tone; I immediately feel like an asshole. “I work here.”
“I don’t need your smart mouth right now.” My eyes bore into hers.
“What’s wrong with you? Why did you leave? You’re not answering my calls or texts.” Her brows pull down.
I lose it. “You, Cydney, you’re what’s wrong!” I shout towards her.
It does nothing to deflect her. She shouts right back, “I told you not to get feelings, but you did it anyway. It was supposed to just be sex and you want to make it complicated.”
Pointing at her, I walk closer. “That right there is my problem!” My voice deepens with anger. “How long did you think this could go on without getting complicated? You have feelings for me just as much as I do for you.”
“No, I don’t.” Her head shakes furiously as she lies and denies.
“Stop fucking lying!” I hit the side of the car with my fist.
“Why couldn’t you just be happy with what we had?” she spews at me.
“Because it’s not enough, Cydney.” My voice lowers. “Not anymore.”
She throws her arms out to her sides. “What do you want from me, Mav?” Her heavy breaths make her chest rise and fall.
My dick hardens in my jeans, pressing against my zipper. I take those extra few steps; she’s so close now she has to look up to meet my eyes. “I want you to admit your feelings, but right now I want you on your knees in front of me, apologizing. Then I want you bent over that car, begging for mercy.”
Her lips part and a gasp slips free. “Mav.”
“Shut your mouth, Cyd. I’ll play your game for the time being, but you’re gonna be mine. I don’t give a fuck how much you protest, disagree, or try to fight it. You’re gonna lose this game with your heart on the line here, Cyd, and when I win it I’m never giving it back.” Reaching out, I grip the back of her hair and pull her against my chest. She looks up at me through hooded, lust-filled eyes. “I don’t give a fuck how hard you try to deny it or lie about it. I know you fucking love me too.” I slam my mouth against hers.
She proved she loves me the minute she walked into this garage, leaving her mom’s early just to come find me. It bothered her that I wasn’t talking to her and she needed to come find me. Her arms wrap around my neck and her fingers grip my hair, keeping me close. Bending slightly, I grip her thighs and pull her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist.
It might have only been a few days, but damn it, I’ve missed the feel of her against me. Our kiss is full of pent-up aggression, dangerous need, and intense passion.
We pull apart, breathing heavy, her needy eyes searching mine.
“Let’s go to my place. Everyone’s still at Momma’s.”
I fake gasp. “You mean an actual bed?” My lips twitch with a smile.
“I might even let you tie me up,” she jokes back, making us both laugh. But…maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to tie her up and have her at my mercy.
Setting her on her feet, I smack her ass playfully. “Sounds good to me.”
We start locking up the garage when she asks, “What were you doing here anyway?”
“I was putting my Christmas present to good use. Well...and YouTube videos.”
She laughs harder. “We’ll see how well that worked for you, Sparky.” She opens the passenger side door of Skye and gets in. We’ll get her Jeep later. When I start up the car I grab her hand, lacing our fingers together, and drive to our buildings.
She shuts the front door to her condo and sashays her perfect, tight ass past me. I follow her into her room and take a quick look around. There are a lot of pictures of her and her sisters some of Cynthia, and some of all four women. She has a small desk with a laptop, a wooden dresser, and a four-post bed.
She stands before me, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. “Don’t get shy on me now, Firecracker.” My lips tilt up in a grin. “C’mere.” I don’t have to ask twice; she scurries over to me and I grip the back of her hair tightly. Her lips part and a moan escapes. I walk us to the edge of her bed and pull away. Releasing her, I take a few steps back. “Undress,” I command, getting into this whole dominance shit. Her hooded eyes gaze up at me from under her thick black lashes.
Slowly, she pulls her t-shirt over her head and lets it fall to the floor. She kicks off her boots, then hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her leggings and shimmies them down her legs. Her cream-colored skin stands out against the red lace bra and panties she’s wearing. My cock twitches hard against the zipper of my jeans. She bends down to take her socks off and stands back up. Her finger trails across her stomach, up her bra, and across her cleavage.
“Take your clothes off,” she demands back. Cydney could never be submissive; she’s too strong-willed, and doesn’t want to hand her trust over to someone else.
I do as she wants, removing every item of clothing I have on until I stand in front of her stark naked.
Her breath hitches. “You are a gorgeous man, Mav.”
“And you’re a gorgeous woman, Cyd. Take the rest off.”
She slowly lowers her panties until she can kick them off. Reaching behind her, she unclasps her bra and lets it fall to the floor, joining the rest of our clothing.
“Get on the bed, spread your legs wide open, and let me see how fucking wet you are.”
Her full breasts rise and fall with every labored breath she takes. Cydney sits on the edge of her bed and scoots backwards, never taking her eyes off of mine. When she reaches her pillows, her thighs fall to her sides.
“Mm. Fucking beautiful. I can see your pussy glistening from here.”
“I need you.” She moans and tips her head back.
“Eyes, Cydney. Keep your eyes on me.” I wait until her needy gaze lands back on me. “Touch yourself.”
My jaw grits at my own need for her. I have to use every ounce of willpower I have to not pounce on her. Her finger slides through her wet slit before finding her clit easily. She moves in small, slow circles as she watches me. I bite down on my bottom lip and grab hold of my cock. “Fuck, Cydney!” I groan, stroking myself up and down, matching her rhythm.
“Mav!” she cries out, and I can’t take it anymore. I let go of my cock and walk to the end of the bed. Gripping her thighs, I pull her to the edge before getting down on my knees, leaving her legs hanging on my shoulders.
The first taste of her bursts onto my tongue and I hum in approval at how fucking sweet she tastes. I lap at her, taking everything she has to give. The tip of my tongue flicks against her hard little clit and she screams out. Her body shakes violently, and her hands pull my hair. She holds me as close as she can until her orgasm relents.
She falls to the bed, breathless, and pushes my head away from between her legs. “If I was to beg for mercy, this would be it.” She laughs while trying to gather her senses.
“This is just the beginning,” I state with a pleased smile. “Get further back up the bed.” I walk to her closet, open it, and look around until I find two belts. Grabbing them off the hooks, I take them back over to the bed. “On your stomach.”
“What are you doing?” She eyes me curiously. She thought we were joking.
“I’m making your fantasy come true. Now roll over—and don’t make me ask you again.”
She flops onto her belly and I smile at the sight of her perfect ass. I walk to the side of the bed, grab her arm, and strap her wrist to the bedpost. I move to the other side of the bed and repeat the same action. “I’ll be right back.”
I walk out of her room and go into the kitchen. Opening the freezer, I grab an ice cube and pop it into my mouth. I walk back into the bedroom and get on my knees on the bed behind her. Taking the ice cube out of my mouth, I hold it above her spine and let the drops of cold water hit her back.
“Shit! That’s cold!” She shivers.
“Shh,” I tell her. “Ass in the air.” She complies with my demand. My cock is so unbelievably hard at the sight of her at my mercy. I spread her thighs wider and touch the ice cube to her hot pussy. She moans and shivers. I move the ice underneath her, up to her nipples, and run the cube over her hard buds. She tries to move and jerks at the restraints. I pop the ice back in my mouth, crushing it with my teeth, and then I bite gently down on her ass cheek.
I run my finger through her slit, feeling her wetness coat my digit. “You like this, don’t you?”
“Yes!” she says against the pillow.
I grip my cock and run the head from her ass down to her front. “Are you on the pill?” I ask as I hover at her entrance.
Her ass moves back as she tries to get me to enter her. “Yes! I need you inside of me,” she begs.
“We’re doing this with no condom. No barrier; just me and you.” I anticipate how fucking amazing she’s going to feel. “I’ve never fucked without a condom, Cyd, and I’m clean. I need to feel you—just you.”
“Yes! Mav, please! I get tested too, and I always use protection.”
That’s all I need before I sink into her, and it takes everything inside of me not to come right now. It’s better than I ever imagined. I drive into her from behind, going deeper and deeper with every thrust. Her moans and cries, mixed with my own, fill the quiet room.
Her ass comes back, matching my every move. Sweat trickles down my chest and a light glistening coats her back as we move in a perfect rhythm. Every stroke has me growing closer and closer. She pulls at the belts, trying to break free. Her body thrusts forward as I deliver each calculated pound into her body, hitting her G-spot. Her cries increase as her walls begin to clench around my cock.
She’s close to another orgasm. “Come for me, Cyd. Let me feel you soak my cock.” I thrust harder, my hands gripping her hips so tight I’ll leave bruises, but that’ll be a reminder to her of just how fucking intense we are.
My words push her over the edge. She yells my name over and over as she shatters because of me.
My own release builds at the base of my spine. The next thing I know, my thighs tighten and I shout her name as my hot cum shoots out, filling her up.
We fall to the bed, sweaty, breathless, and utterly satisfied. I roll off her, untie her wrists, and bring her against my chest. “That was amazing!” she says tiredly.
“Yes, it was, but round two will be even better.” I kiss the side of her neck and feel her smile against my arm. I have met my match with this girl.
Ten minutes later we recovered, and I took her in the shower for round number two. And I wasn’t lying about it being better.
Cydney smiles up at me. “Morning,” she singsongs.
I don’t know how she is up so early and chipper after last night. “Morning,” I reply with a sleepy tone and rub a hand down my face. I look over at her clock; Christ, it’s only seven. “You’re a morning person, I take it.” My lips tip up at the corners.
“Sure am. Now get that fine ass of yours up; we got a lot of work to do today. I’ve been ready for the last hour.” She tries jumping up, but I reach out, grabbing onto her waist, and haul her back towards me.
Groaning, I ask, “Can’t we stay in bed all day?”
“Not a chance, Sparky.” She leans down, planting her lips against mine in a chaste kiss. She wriggles her way out of my arms. “I’ll go make some coffee while you get ready.”
I remove the sheets from my body and get out of her warm, comfortable bed. Finding my clothes strung across her room, I put each item back on, then trek into the kitchen.
“I’ll be back in fifteen.” I kiss her temple and smack her jean covered ass.
Her brows pull down tight. “Where you going?” she asks, a little too panicky. I’m not sure why.
I wrap my arms around her and pull her in close. “Just to get clean clothes and brush my teeth.”
She nods and relaxes against my chest. “Right. Okay, see ya’ in fifteen.” She spins in my arms, her attention going back to the Keurig.
Closing the front door behind me, I bite down, worrying my bottom lip. Could she have enjoyed waking up next to me as much as I did her? So much so that she didn’t want me to leave? That’s the only explanation I have for why she was acting weird. Chuckling to myself, I walk next door to my apartment building.
I pick out an older pair of jeans, black boxer briefs, and an old white beater; this should do for getting dirty in the garage today. I change my clothes, then put on a fresh pair of white socks and my black steel-toed boots.
I head into the bathroom to brush my hair, put some deodorant on, brush my teeth, and take my morning piss. Just like I promised, I’m knocking on her front door fifteen minutes later.
We’ve been here at Barry’s working on the Dodge Charger for hours, and I think she’s trying to kill me by starvation. “Cyd, I need food, you need food, let’s go get some fucking food before my stomach starts eating itself.” I didn’t get breakfast before we came here, and after our fuck session last night I need to replenish.
“Fine, ya’ big baby.” She looks at me around the hood of the car with a smirk.
I stomp over to her, grip her sides, and tickle her until she starts squealing, screaming, and laughing. The socket wrench in her grip drops to the oil-stained concrete floor with a clang.
“Okay! Okay! Stop! You’re gonna make me pee on myself! I’m sorry!” she pleads through fits of laughter.
Wrapping my arms all the way around her, I pull her in close and touch my lips to hers in a slow, sweet kiss. “Let’s go!”
I drive us to a deli only ten minutes from Barry’s, where we order our sandwiches, chips, and drinks, then find a booth seat.
“We made a lot of progress on the Charger today.” Cydney’s eyes meet mine.
“Yeah, we did,” I agree, nodding my head and taking another big bite of my sandwich. I chew and swallow before adding, “We got, what, the new engine and transmission put in? You double-checked my work on the vent and I started sanding the doors, getting them ready for primer.”
“Yeah, we made great time. So, I think a couple smaller jobs today and we can call it a success. I have to say I’m impressed you haven’t been afraid to get your hands dirty.” Her lips cock up in a grin.
I mirror her expression. “I was wondering… What are you doing for New Year’s Eve?”
She shrugs nonchalantly. “I had a text from Cayden this morning saying Zac is driving her crazy so she’s coming back early.” She takes a drink and goes on. “Since the night Callie and I were attacked, none of us are much for partying. I figure Callie will be with Dex, so it’ll probably be Cayden and me sitting around with junk food, wine, and watching the ball drop. What are you doing?”
I nod and pick up the last bite of my foot-long sub. “Yeah, I had a similar text from Zac, so I don’t know yet. Maybe I’ll hit up some frat party with him or something.” Her smile falls. Damn it, why did I tell her that? I have no intention of going out without her.
“Oh.” She nods and crumples up her trash, throwing it on the tray rougher than she needed to. She’s pissed now, and I’d say maybe a little worried or jealous. She definitely doesn’t want me going to a frat party. Maybe this is why I said it; to cause a reaction from her.
“We should get back.” She stands from the booth, grabs her drink, and rushes out of the deli. Hopefully I can have her in a better mood later, whether by my tongue or cock. One way or another, she’ll be smiling again before this day is over.
Loneliest New Year’s Eve ever! I didn’t go with Zac to a frat party. I never had any intention of going; I have no interest in hooking up or kissing some random chick at the stroke of midnight, so here I am, in the apartment with a beer in hand, watching the stupid fucking ball drop by myself.
11:50 pm; would it be so bad to just go over to her condo and have her buzz me in? Nope, I don’t think it would be. Decision made, I put the beer on the coffee table, find my shoes, and put on my shirt. Locking up behind me, I head to the elevator.
I look at the time on my phone. 11:55 pm; I push the down button a few times.
11:57 pm; why’s this piece of shit taking so fucking long? Leaning one hand on the wall, my fingers tap against the frame and my head hangs as I grow more impatient.
11:59 pm; finally, the door opens. My eyes raise, and my lips tilt up in a smile. “What are you doing here?”
“What time is it?” Cydney asks breathlessly, stepping out of the elevator.
“Midnight,” I respond, and rake my eyes over her tennis shoes, grey sweatpants, and blue Bulldogs hoodie that’s way too big for her petite frame. Her hair’s pulled up in a messy bun and I think this might be her sexiest look yet.
“I came to do this.” She grabs the back of my hair, pulls me down, and crashes her lips to mine.
Spinning us around, I push her against the wall next to the elevator as our tongues fight for control. Her hands grip my hair tightly, holding me to her, and mine grip her waist, my fingers digging into her hips.
She pulls back. “Happy New Year.” Her smile is so fucking beautiful.
“Happy New Year to you too.” I return her smile with my own. “C’mon.” I lace our fingers together and take a step, but she pulls on my arm.
“I can’t; Cayden’s waiting on me. I told her I’d only be a minute outside. Zac told her that you didn’t go out with him, so I had to get my kiss.” She looks down shyly.
“I’m glad you did.” I chuckle and confess, “I was heading over to your place to do the same. I’ll see you later, then?” I hug her tightly and kiss the top of her head.
She looks up, her grey eyes gazing into mine. “Call me,” she says.
Giving her a few pecks on the lips, I release her with a smack on her ass. “I will.” I push the down button for her, and when the elevator opens she steps through, waves with that beautiful fucking smile, and then the doors close.
As I walk back to the apartment, my lips tilt upwards and I shake my head. The upcoming year is looking like it’s going to be a good one.