“I can be there in ten minutes if you want?”
I bite my lip, do I want him to come over? “Would you?” So much for not starting something, whatever this is.
“I’ll be right there.”
He disconnects and I wait.
Ten
Maverick
I slow our kiss, nipping at Gwen’s lips. I don’t know what we’re doing, but I can’t seem to stay away from her. She lifts her hips and my softening cock slips from her pussy. She moves back to the passenger seat and pulls her panties back on underneath the little nightgown she’s wearing.
The whole way here I debated on turning around and driving home, but I wanted to see her, I needed to see her. When I pulled up, I found her sitting on the steps. I turned off my Jeep and she climbed inside. There were no words spoken, just her pulling off her panties, climbing on top of me, and fucking.
I tuck myself back into my pants and turn to look at Gwen. Fuck, she’s so beautiful she takes my breath away. She smiles at me. “Sorry I made you come out here. I don’t want to make you feel like you’re a booty call.”
I smile. “Babe, I’d be happy to be your booty call. Do you have plans tomorrow?” Gwen shakes her head. “I’m taking Butch hiking, why don’t you come with.”
“Sure, that sounds like fun.”
We make plans for me to pick her up in the morning. I pull her toward me and kiss her softly before letting her head back into her apartment. I wait until she’s back inside her place before I turn the Jeep on and head home.
Back home, I strip down to just my boxer briefs and crawl into bed.
Over the past two hours, I’ve learned that Gwen is like the energizer bunny. We’ve been hiking all over the falls. My dog is a traitor and has stayed by her side the whole time.
We haven’t done a whole lot of talking, but her smile is enough to let me know she’s enjoying herself. I’ve been fighting getting hard since she walked out of the apartment in little booty shorts, showcasing her long, lean legs and a green racerback tank top that hugs her tits that are the perfect handful.
She’s got this sun-kissed glow that makes my mouth water. I freeze while they continue on. We shouldn’t be doing this—this was a mistake. I need to stop this now. The Malones are a huge family that cares about one another. They’ll get Gwen through the trauma of the accident—she doesn’t need me..
Gwen and Butch are at the top of the hill. “Gwen,” I shout. She turns toward me and smiles. I ignore the way my heart beats a rapid staccato in my chest. “I have to go to work.” I don’t miss the way her face falls.
She and my dog make their way down toward me. “This sucks.” Fuck, she’s cute when she pouts.
As we head back toward my Jeep, she grabs my arm, stopping me. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, we just need to hurry.” I pick up the pace and we stop only to let Butch get a drink before we head to my Jeep.
Once I drop her off, I make my way back to my house. Guilt curdles in my belly because I basically dumped her off and left. Butch sighs from the back seat. “Yeah, I’m a dick.”
I get home and decide to do yard work to burn off some of the guilt I feel. I pull weeds and trim bushes, then mow the grass. By the time I’m finished, I’m drenched in sweat.
After I get everything picked up and put away, I head inside. In the shower, I let the hot water beat down on my sore muscles. I need to go out tonight and maybe meet someone. I’ll just fuck Gwen out of my system.
When I get out of my shower, I wrap my towel around my waist and grab my phone, texting Troy.
Maverick: Do you want to go out tonight?
He responds immediately.
Troy: Hooligan’s? That’s the spot to go if you want to meet someone to take home.
Maverick: Meet you there at seven? We can grab a burger first.
Troy: Sounds good, brother.
This is perfect and exactly what I need.
Once I get to Hooligan’s, I step inside and feel the blast of cool air. I spot Troy sitting at a table by the bar, staring up at one of the huge flat screens hanging above it. We fist bump when I sit down across from him.
“What’s up, brother?”
Our waitress interrupts us and we order a pitcher of Coors Light, a couple of shots of Jack, and burger baskets.
“I’m glad you texted me. I was bored as shit. I ran into Taylor last night at the grocery store and tried to ask her out.” He shakes his head, “I barely opened my mouth and she ran the other way.”
“Dude, she probably saw how ugly you are and she got scared.”
Troy gives me the finger. “Fuck you.” He leans in. “I think she’s fucking shy because her cheeks turn this adorable shade of pink.”
“Wow, you really are into her. She’s a lot younger than you, you know.” I don’t think Chief would like it if anyone dated either of his daughters. That is why it was a bad idea to start anything with Gwen.
“I don’t care about that shit. I’m twenty-eight, not fifty.”
Our waitress brings our drinks and then leaves us. We clink our shot glasses together and then toss them back. I suck in a breath and then pour myself a glass of beer.
“I slept with Gwen Malone.”
Troy freezes. “Uh… when?”
I take a drink of my beer. “The first time was when we were trapped in the van, it just kind of happened. We thought we were going to die.” I shrug. “The second was the other night when you took her back to my place. The third time was last night or early this morning.”
“Holy shit, are you dating her now?”
I shake my head. “No, I don’t date, you know that. Plus, it’s just not really a good idea. She’ll be leaving for her next adventure soon and whatever we were doing would be over, which is for the best.”
I’m not going to tell him that since the accident, the only good night of sleep I got was when Gwen was in bed with me. Luckily our waitress interrupts us again before I turn into a little pussy, crying about my feelings.
While we eat, the bar gets busier and busier, and as I glance around I notice that there are a lot of good-looking women here tonight. The best part about summer is the tiny sundresses and high-heeled sandals.
At nine o’clock the bar is packed and there are women everywhere. I figured Troy would be reeling them in, but instead he’s talking to some buddies of ours that just got here.
I take a drink of my beer and glance around the bar. I spot Tawney looking sexy as fuck, but I turn away before she catches me. I don’t need to give her any indication that I want her.
Of course I was too late because I feel arms wrap around my waist. I look down at the blonde menace. “Hey baby. I’ve tried calling you.”
I’ve blocked her number after she called me five times in one day. She wanted to come over and “take care” of me. Tawney wouldn’t take no for an answer.
“Yeah it should be a hint that I don’t want to talk to you.”
“Oh stop, don’t be like that.” She rubs against me and I don’t like it, but my stupid fucking dick does.
I stop her as she tries to put her hand on me. “Don’t. I’m a cop in this town.”