Chapter 13
It’s been one week since being released from the hospital. My professors understood my situation and were willing to work with me on taking my exams, plus sending me notes through email.
Today will be a tough day, though; I will be going to the police station to watch the video of the attack to see if I can identify the person. I don’t want to relive the event, but I know it needs to be done.
Sitting here in the interrogation room, my legs start to shake; my hands are also twitchy from the nerves. “I can do this!” I whisper as I take a deep breath.
“Cyd, are you alright? We can ask the detective to do this another day,” Maverick soothes gently, rubbing my back.
“I’m good, Maverick. The sooner I get this over with, the better off I will be. For me to completely heal, this has to be done,” I state strongly.
Walking into the room, the detective places a laptop on the table. “Ms. Fisher, I am Detective Stephens. I am the one in charge of your case,” he says by way of introducing himself.
“Hello, detective. This is Maverick, I hope it is alright for him to be here as well.”
“If you are good with it, so am I. Now, once we get started you can pause the video at any time. Remember, if you feel uncomfortable or need a break, we can do that too.”
That makes me feel a little more relaxed. “Wonderful, thank you, detective.” I blow out a breath. “Let’s get started.”
I adjust in my seat to reposition my leg so it’s more comfortable. We begin to watch the video and I notice that my heartrate has increased. I could hardly do anything to defend myself from this attacker.
Glancing up from the video, I ask, “Detective, could we pause it for a moment?”
“Absolutely, Ms. Fisher.” Reaching over, the detective stops the video just before it looks like I pull the mask off.
I turn to Maverick, noticing his breathing has become rapid and the muscles in his jawline have tensed. “Maverick, it’s okay. I’m okay. We can get through this.” I stare into his eyes, knowing that I am just trying to fool us both.
“No, it’s not okay that this has happened. But you’re right, we got this.” He taps his fingers against the table.
We take each other’s hand and lace our fingers, nodding to the detective to continue the video.
I did manage to get the mask completely off. Female, a fuckin’ female with long hair. At first, I don’t recognize her, but the more she appears on the screen, the more familiar she looks.
Maverick slams his fist on the table. “Son of a bitch!”
Looking closer at the screen, I notice a familiar face. Whipping my head towards Maverick, I ask, “Is that the bitch from the bar?”
“Fuck yes. She was in my advanced business class.” Oh, shit! Turning quickly in his chair, Maverick places his hands on my face. “I’m sorry! I’m so fuckin’ sorry, Cyd.”
Removing his hands from my face, I turn to the detective. “Could you give us a couple of minutes, please?”
“Sure thing.” Standing from his chair, he leaves the room.
“Maverick! Calm down; look, I’m upset I had to relive this shit, but I will make it. We will make it.” I wave my hand between us.
“Cyd, you don’t get it. She did this because of me. You were hurt because of my arrogant, asshole ways.” He points to his chest.
Oh, damn. I have definitely got to lighten the mood. I refuse to let this bitch ruin what we have. We have worked too hard to let her drive a wedge between us. Staring into his eyes, I insist, “Mav, again, it’s not your fault. Besides, who knew that Mr. Spectacular would bring out all the crazies?” I smile with one thought: Please lighten up.
“Not a laughing matter, Cyd. We are lucky it wasn’t worse than it was. Fuck!” He rubs his hand through his hair, then down his face.
“Yes, but at least we know who it is now and the police can complete their job, find her, and lock her up.” There’s a knock on the door. Detective Stephens walks back in.
“Are you guys ready to continue?” We both look at the detective.
“Yes, we are,” we answer.
Sitting down, the detective asks, “Now, do either one of you know her name?”
“No. The only thing I can tell you is she was in my advanced business class with Professor Boyd,” Maverick answers, rubbing his hands down his face again.
“Alright, we will check with the University and your professor; we will be in touch.” Detective Stephens rises from his chair and motions towards the door, saying, “You two are free to go.”
Leaning closer to Maverick, I put my head on his chest. “Sparky?”
“Yeah?” He places his chin on my head.
“Can we just go home now? Let’s go home.” I need to leave, decompress, and make sure Maverick loses his guilt somehow.
Maverick pulls back and looks deep into my eyes. “Absolutely, we can absolutely go home.” I still see the guilt Maverick is holding on to.
Another week has passed since the attack. Maverick is driving me absolutely insane. I am starting to get pissed about just lying around and not doing anything aside from going to classes, which Maverick barely lets me do without a bodyguard. He tries not to let me out of his sight, and heaven help me if I try to do something by myself. Someone is always here with me. While he goes to classes, Momma is here taking care of me. When the guys have practice or games and Momma isn’t available, my sisters come over.
Maverick walks around here in his gym shorts and no shirt. This does not go over very well, me dealing with his gorgeous body on display. Not to mention the fact that he won’t touch me or have sex with me. And oh my, do I need sex. I want sex and Maverick is the only one that can scratch my itch.
“Damn it!” I slam my hand down on this fucking couch.
“Cydney, are you okay?” Maverick walks towards me.
“No, I’m not okay! I want to do things on my own. Plus I want sex!” I wiggle my eyebrows.
“How many times do I have to tell you? It’s not gonna happen. You are still not 100 percent healed.”
Grrr! He is so frustrating. “Asshole!” I exclaim.
Leaning over me with one arm on the back of the couch, he says, “Be careful, Cydney, watch the sass!” There’s a knock at the door, so he gives me a chaste kiss and goes to answer it.
I hear my sisters at the front door. “Hey, how’s she doin’ today?” Cayden asks.
“She is as hard-headed and sassy as ever,” Maverick states.
“You fuckers, I can hear you!” I holler.
My sisters come in and see me in the same spot that I am always in: on this damn couch. “Oh, yay! My sisters-slash-babysitters have arrived.”
“Jeez, Cydney, chill the fuck out,” Callie exclaims.
“I will not chill the fuck out,” I snap, pointing my finger at her.
I hear chuckling behind her. It’s Maverick, of course. “I’m going to get ready for practice.” He walks away, shaking his head with a smirk on his face. I give him a go to hell look, only he doesn’t see it because it’s to his back.
“Cydney! What the hell?” Cayden asks. “He is only trying to take care of you.”
“Yes, but he is driving me out of my mind. I’m so frustrated!” I exhale and lean my head back on the arm of the couch. Both my sisters giggle. “Yeah, it’s so funny!”
“What’s so funny?” I hear Dex ask. When did he get here? He must still have a key.
“Nothing. How’s little Raine?” I love that little girl.
“She’s good,” he says, giving her a little tickle to her belly. “I brought her over since I knew this is where everyone would be.”
“Hey, baby,” Callie says as she gives him a kiss.
“Hey, Dex,” Maverick says as he comes back in the room, all dressed in his practice uniform. Shit, he looks good. “Alright, I’m heading out to practice. I’ll be back in a few hours.” He walks over to me, leans down, and kisses me on the forehead. “Be good!” he instructs, giving me a wink before he walks away.
Oh, yeah, I’m gonna be good, alright.
“You ready, man?” he asks, tapping Dex on the shoulder.
“Yeah, let’s roll,” Dex says as he gives Callie and Raine a final kiss each.
Once I hear the door shut, I look at my sisters with a mischievous grin. “Look here, you two. I need your help.”
“Oh, no!” they say in unison.
“Oh, yes!” I bob my head up and down.
If Maverick doesn’t want to play nice and give me sex, then I guess I will just need to persuade him. I’m even goin’ to use my sisters to put the plan into action. Yep, Maverick will have no choice in the matter when I am done.
“Here’s what I need from you. While the guys are at practice, Cayden, I need you to go get the rest of my unmentionables. I know that no one cared to bring any of the sexy stuff since he wasn’t planning on jumping me. Callie, I need you to help me with getting the right music set up on my phone. We can all work together to get everything in place.” I rotate my finger between all three of us.
“Cydney, what are you going to do? You know Maverick is not gonna fall for any of this. Plus what are we supposed to do with Maverick until you are prepped?” Callie looks so concerned.
“Don’t worry, everything will be set. Maverick’s gonna come home and want to shower—and that opens the door of opportunity for me to change before he knows what hits him.” I grin evilly. “It’s gonna be all good. Please help me with this.”
Cayden has a grin on her face. “We got you, sis.” I fist pump the air and we start prepping.
Cayden leaves to go get me a bag from the condo. Callie stays behind so she can help prep the room. I’m glad my sisters and I have such a strong bond. We would do anything for each other, even help with a seduction plan. I look at the clock and notice that Maverick will be getting home soon. Thank goodness everything is ready. If I pull this off, I will be satisfied by the end of the day.
Cayden, Callie, and I are all sitting on the couch talking when the guys get home from practice. When they enter the living room, we all go quiet.
“What’s going on, ladies?” Maverick’s looking at me like we are up to no good.
“Not a thing. Just talking. Being good little girls.” I smirk.
“Mhmm, I bet you are an angel.” He raises his eyebrows.
“Welp, I need to get going. Dex, come on, baby, we have some things to get done.” Callie gets up from the couch with Raine and takes Dex’s hand.
“Yeah, I should probably get going too. See what my new roommate Zac is up to. It’s been fun, Cyd.” Standing over me, Cayden leans down and kisses my cheek, whispering, “Everything is set.”
“Fantastic! I appreciate it,” I whisper back.
The four of them leave and Maverick looks over at me. “What was that all about?” He points towards the door.
“I don’t know. I guess they have things to do. I can’t exactly help much.” I wave my hand up and down my body.
“Ri-i-ight! I’m gonna grab a shower. I won’t be long.” He walks down the hall.
“Okay, I’ll be right here.” Just you wait, mister. I hear the shower running, and know this is my chance to get ready.
Picking up my crutches, I hobble my ass down the hall to the bedroom. I slip on one of Maverick’s white button-up shirts, leaving a few of the top buttons undone and my black lace panties on beneath. I turn on the slow music and wait for Maverick to finish his shower.
Maverick walks out of the bathroom with his towel hanging just right on his hips, his abs and tattoos on full display. Oh, damn, that V is directing me right to the promise land. He stops midstride when he realizes there’s music playing. I’m leaning up against the doorjamb. He stares at me, licking the water from his lips, and I can see the wonder in his eyes.
“Cydney, what are you doing?” Seriously, he has to ask?
“Sit down.” I point to the edge of the bed.
“Okay.” He takes a seat with no smart remark.
Pushing myself off the door, I start to sway my body to the music, undoing one button at a time on the shirt, starting with the bottom. All the while, I fight to keep my balance. I have the last button undone and spread the shirt open, revealing my black lace panties and my perky breasts. I hear Maverick take a deep breath. I smile at him, wanting to continue this little show. I move towards him as best I can, still swaying to the music.
“Cyd, you need to stop,” he insists, though he’s giving me a devilish smirk.
“Shh!” I hold my finger up to my mouth.
While walking, I make calculated movements; jeez, this would be so much easier without a cast. Keep your confidence, Cydney, keep your confidence. As I take my final hobble towards Maverick, he reaches out to me. I swat his hands away; damn it, that was the wrong thing to do. Fuck! Losing my balance, I cry out, “Ah, shit! I’m going down! I’m going down!” My hands flail in the air during my not-so-graceful descent.
My ass hits the floor and I throw my hands over my eyes, I’m so embarrassed. Maverick’s just sitting there laughing while I am lying here on the floor. “Maverick, you ass, help me up!” He gets up to help me. Standing with one foot on either side of my legs, he reaches down to help me get off the floor.
“Oh, Firecracker, I enjoyed the show,” he says, giving me that famous smile. I smile back then we both bust out laughing.
“Sparky, I’m glad you liked it. Not exactly how I planned it. I think I bruised my ass.”
Pulling me up from the floor, he places me on the bed. With one arm on each side of me, he looks deep into my eyes. “There is nothin’ I would like more than to sink my cock inside you, Cydney. I’m just not willing to take the chance of hurting you with not being able to control myself.”
I inhale and exhale a deep breath. “Maverick, I’m not made of glass. I’m a fighter, a healer. I don’t ever want to lose that part of me.” Not able to handle the look in his brown eyes, I look down at my hands. He places his thumb under my chin and lifts my head.
“I don’t want you to lose that, either. It’s one of the best qualities that you possess.” Leaning in, he places his lips on mine. I let out a small moan. Maverick pulls away. “Scoot up the bed, Firecracker.” Fuck yes!
Propping myself up on my elbows and using my good leg, I slide myself up the bed towards the headboard. Dropping his towel, Maverick stands there in all his glory, Mr. Spectacular on full display. He crawls up the bed like he is on the prowl, stopping just at my feet. “Are you in need of some satisfaction?”
“You have no idea!” I lick my lips.
Starting at my ankle, Maverick kisses his way up my leg, with little nips every now and again until he reaches my panties. He runs his tongue along the top of the panties across my lower stomach.
“Mhmm,” I give a small moan. Maverick continues his slow movements up my body, stopping at my neck.
With my heart racing, I reach out to touch his chest. Maverick stops me, “No, Firecracker, we are doing this my way.”
“Damn it...” Maverick quickly covers my mouth with his to shut me up. He grabs my wrists, gently placing them above my head.
“Don’t move.” Leaning back on his knees, Maverick reaches for my panties, and with one swift movement they are removed. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous!” Carefully moving my casted leg to the side, Maverick places himself between my legs.
Maverick continues his slow assault on my body, leaning down to kiss my hips, licking his way to my pussy. The man is working me into a frenzy. “Fuck me, you smell good.” With my leg over his shoulder, he flicks my clit with his tongue, making me buck my hips, wanting more.
Each time he moves his tongue over my clit, it brings me more pleasure. Maverick slides two fingers inside my pussy, increasing my pleasure. The sensation is taking over my body, and, feeling the burning in my belly, I know I’m close to climax. He knows it too, knows my body’s signals.
Maverick begins to move his fingers faster, using his tongue to make small circles around my clit. My legs begin to shake and my breathing is erratic. Maverick sucks my clit.
“Yes, Maverick, yes!” I cry out as my back arches off the bed.
As I open my eyes after coming down from my climax, Maverick rubs my pussy with his cock a few times before entering ever so slowly. Both of us moan at the pleasure.
Maverick places one arm behind my hips and the other underneath my head, pulling slightly on my hair and making my head tilt up. His hips move at a slow pace, making sure to hit my G-spot each time. Wrapping my good leg around his waist, I pull him forward, encouraging him to move faster. “Maverick—harder, Maverick!”
He growls, picking up his pace and thrusting harder. Knowing that we are both close, he commands, “Open your eyes, Cydney!”
Maverick pumps in and out of me. Throwing my head back, I scream his name and let my pleasure take over my body. Maverick moans, thrusting a few more times as he follows with his release, yelling my name. “Cydney!”
Moving to the side of me, but being careful not to hurt me, Maverick exclaims, “Fuck me!”
“Well you just fucked me!” I laugh.
“Very funny, smartass. C’mere.” Pulling me to him, Maverick wraps me in his arms and we let sleep take over.