Troy sent me a text earlier that he’d let Gwen into the house, got her settled and was heading out. I thanked him, knowing I was monopolizing his night for a bit, but he knows I’d do the same for him.
When I pull into my driveway, I see that the house is dark. I let myself in and check the living room first, finding it empty. I head down the hallway to my bedroom and it’s empty too. Wherever she is, Butch is with her; otherwise he’d be all up in my business right now.
I head into the kitchen and see her purse sitting on the table and find the sliding door to the patio open. I poke my head out and find Gwen and Butch sleeping on one of my loungers.
I give a low whistle and Butch lifts his head, looks at me, and then lies back down with his head on Gwen’s stomach.
“Traitor,” I say as I step outside and move my dog.
Carefully, I scoop Gwen up into my arms and she doesn’t budge. I carry her into my bedroom, laying her down on my bed. Butch jumps up on my bed, snuggling back into her. They must’ve bonded before I got home. I grab clean boxer briefs and take them into the bathroom so I can take a quick shower.
When I’m done, I quickly brush my teeth and then make sure the house is locked up. I should sleep on the couch, but what if she wakes up and panics when she doesn’t know where she’s at.
In my bedroom, I slide into bed and Gwen immediately rolls into me, wrapping her arm around my waist, tucking her face up against my neck. I hug her close and close my eyes, waiting for sleep to come.
I come awake with a start. I realize that Gwen’s no longer next to me. Rolling over, I find her sitting on the side of the bed with her head in her hands. She scoots over when I move to sit down next to her. “Bad dream?”
She rests her head on my shoulder. “Yeah”
I wrap my arm around her, giving her a squeeze. “What was it about?” I grab her and lay us back down, but this time she’s lying on top of me. Gwen’s cheek rests on my shoulder and her hand rests over my heart.
One arm goes around her waist and with the other, I grab her hand that’s covering my heart. “Tell me about your dream.”
Gwen shrugs, “I never remember it. I wake up to the sound of metal crunching. Then I can’t sleep.” She lifts her head. “Where are your blankets?”
“A week after the accident, I woke up wrapped in my blankets. I panicked and now I don’t like to be covered.”
“We’re both fucked up, aren’t we?” she says quietly.
I kiss her forehead. “Yeah, we are.” I rub circles on her back until I feel her sink into me and then she begins to snore.
Nine
Gwen
I open my eyes, and my heart hammers in my chest. Something is crushing me—my body starts shaking as I begin to cry. I start trying to crawl out from whatever is on top of me.
“Gwen? Gwen, baby stop,” I hear a voice say from behind me, grabbing at my arms.
The brain fog clears and I realize I’m in a bed, Maverick’s bed. I take a deep breath and burrow in as close as I can to him. “S-Sorry. I didn’t know where I was. I t-thought I was being crushed.”
“Don’t be sorry. I woke up and was wrapped around you. I’m sorry I triggered an attack.”
I push up so I’m looking down at him. Before I can chicken out I lean down, kissing him. He takes control of the kiss and my mouth immediately opens to his seeking tongue. Maverick reaches down, grabbing my thighs, pulling them up until I’m straddling him.
He’s in his boxer briefs, and there’s no hiding his erection. I lift my hips and line up with his covered cock. I begin to rock against him. As I moan into his mouth, he reaches under the dress I slept in and grips my ass cheeks in each hand.
We rock together until the ache between my legs grows so strong I’m about to detonate. Suddenly my dress is up and off and Maverick is sucking one nipple into his mouth. I cry out and grip his head in my hands. He flips us so I’m on my back and quickly divests me of my panties.
At the first swipe of his tongue, I grip his hair. “Oh God,” I cry out. He eats my pussy like he’s starving for it, for me. Maverick sucks my clit into his mouth and shoves two fingers inside. I come with a shout, pumping my hips.
He continues his oral assault, easing me down from heaven. Maverick licks and kisses his way up my body, stopping to lavish my breasts with attention. First sucking one nipple into his mouth, and then sucking the other inside his hot, wet mouth. He releases it with a nip at the tip.
Once his lips are back on mine I reach between us, palming his cock through his underwear. Maverick grunts with his lips pressed against my neck. I feel him reach out and then watch as he tears the condom wrapper open.
He holds my eyes as he slides it down his length. Maverick rubs his dick through the wetness and then thrusts inside me until he’s buried to the hilt. His lips hit mine as I groan. God, he’s so big, it borders on painful.
Maverick doesn’t ease into it, and just begins fucking me with brutal thrusts. I take each one, welcoming the bite of pain. It proves that I’m alive.
He stops long enough to get up on his knees, spreading my legs farther. I cry out as he sinks further inside of me—my body shudders, my mouth opens in a wordless cry. He begins fucking me with violent strokes. The bed shakes and the headboard slams into the wall.
An orgasm hits me out of nowhere and I moan, long and deep. He pulls out of me and quickly flips me until I’m on all fours. Maverick uses his legs to spread me wide, thrusting his cock back inside me.
He grabs my hips and begins the fast rhythm again. “Are you gonna come again, baby?”
I let out a surprised yelp when his palm connects with my ass cheek. “Ahh…” I cry. He slaps my ass twice more before reaching around, strumming my clit. In no time, those telltale signs of my impending orgasm begin. What is happening to me? I’ve never come more than once during sex, but he’s determined for me to do it again.
I start thrusting back at him. The only sound filling the room is our bodies slapping, the knock of the headboard, and our groans and moans.
When I begin to come, my whole body shakes with the power of it. Maverick thrusts once, twice, and then plants himself deep. He presses his lips to my back as he groans. His cock jerks inside of me, once then twice.
Only the sounds of our panting breaths can be heard. I whimper as he slides his softening cock out of me. He pulls me around so I’m laying half on and half off of him. “Fuck, you have got the sweetest pussy.”
I turn my head and drag my tongue across his nipple while I begin tracing the tattoos that cover his chest. The moment it pebbles against my tongue, I nip it. He grabs my hair at the base of my skull, pulling my head back.
Maverick kisses me deep, his tongue dueling with mine. He reaches around me and smacks my ass. “Let me get rid of this rubber.” I roll to my back and he grabs me by my ankles, spreading my legs, and bending my knees. “Stay just like this. I’m still hungry.”
My nipples immediately harden and that familiar fluttering starts low in my belly. I nod. “Okay,” I whisper as I fight the urge to touch myself. I watch as he climbs out of bed and disappears out into the hall.
While I wait, I walk my fingers down my stomach and am just about to rub my clit when he walks back in. I take a moment to appreciate the hotness that is his body. He’s built with muscles that are bulging just enough. His eight pack is highlighted by that V.