Ida looks up at me. “Are you sure?”
Her eyes turn glassy and I feel like a supreme asshole, even if it’s my job. “Yes ma’am. I’m not going to write you a ticket, Ida, but it might be time to hang up the driving gloves.”
She nods. “My boy, Richard, has been saying the same thing. I just wasn’t quite ready to give it up.”
I grab her hand, giving it a squeeze. “I can understand that, but it is for your safety and the safety of others. How about I follow you home and make sure you get there safely?”
“You’re a good boy, Maverick. You bring that dog of yours over for a visit real soon.”
“I will ma’am.”
After following her home, I drove back to the station since my shift is over, finally.
I put away the groceries I just bought and look at the time. It’s a little after six, and Gwen should be here within the next half hour. I told her to just grab a snack because I’m grilling steaks for dinner.
I’m not sure what’s going to happen between us — is there really something there or is it because of the shared experience we had, but I’m looking forward to figuring it out. I season the steaks and then set them aside while I get the grill ready.
Butch must sense someone’s coming over because he’s sitting by the front door, staring out. I shake my head when I come back inside — he didn’t even bother looking at me.
Once the rest of the sides are prepped I grab a beer and Butch and I go outside to sit on the steps of the porch. My dog lies down with his head on my lap and I scratch the top of his head.
Ten minutes later, I spot a car coming down the road. The minute it gets close enough, I recognize it. I stand as she pulls into the driveway. Butch trots down the stairs with me following sedately behind . Gwen climbs out, smiling as she squats down to give my boy some love.
“Hey,” I say as I stop a few feet away from her. “How was your drive?”
She stands. “Long, but good.”
I grab her bag out of the back. “I’m making us a big dinner and then we’ll just chill. Does that sound okay?”
“That sounds perfect.” Gwen smiles up at me.
Her already tan skin is even darker. I fight my dick getting hard just thinking about her in a bikini. She grabs her bag out of the back seat and I take it from her, leading her inside.
Gwen slips off her flip-flops and looks up at me. That’s when I see the dark circles under her eyes. I reach out and rub my thumb underneath her eye. “Did you get any sleep?”
“I fall asleep, but then I jerk awake and can’t fall back asleep.” She shrugs.
I drop her bag on the sofa and pull her into my arms. “I’m sorry.” I’m not really sure what else to say.
“It’s not your fault. Anyway, I’m used to it.”
I shake my head. “This isn’t something you should be used to.”
Gwen grabs her bag and disappears down the hall to my bedroom, and returns minus it.
“I’m gonna get the steaks on the grill,” I tell her, because all I really want to do is drag her back to my room and fuck her into exhaustion. I can’t do that, at least not yet.
“Do you need me to do anything?”
“Yeah that’d be great. The potatoes are in the microwave, you just need to turn it on. When they’re done, I have some asparagus all ready to go in a steam bag. Those cook for about four to five minutes. I hope all of that is okay.” I didn’t even think to ask her what she liked to go with her steak.
She smiles up at me and even though she looks tired, Gwen is still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. “That sounds delicious.”
“Okay, I’ll be right back. Oh, how do you like your steak cooked?”
“Medium, thanks.”
When dinner’s done we carry our plates along with bottles of beer out to the back deck, and sit down next to each other. The LED-lit torches around the deck cast a soft glow and were worth every penny.
Neither of us speaks as we both dig into our food. I’m assuming Gwen’s enjoying it because she’s eating every bite. If she doesn’t stop moaning, though, I’m going to lose my freaking mind.
Once we’re finished, Gwen grabs our plates. “This was really great. I’ve got clean up.”
She disappears inside and I take a minute to get my shit together. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea, I don’t think us being in such close proximity is smart because when Gwen’s this close, all I want to do is be inside her.
I finish my beer and head inside. Gwen’s loading the dishwasher, stopping to cover her mouth while she yawns. Coming up behind her, I wrap my arms around her. “We can clean up in the morning. Why don’t you go get ready for bed and we’ll hang out in bed watching a movie?”
Gwen’s mouth opens in a wide, jaw-cracking yawn. “That sounds good,” she says with a laugh.
I kiss her temple before letting her go to disappear down the hall with Butch following closely behind her.
After I finish straightening up, I lock up the house and head back to my bedroom. I stop in the doorway, taking in the view. Gwen is lying on my bed with Butch next to her with his head on her lap. “He loves you,” I tell her.
“Well the feeling is mutual.” She smiles up at me while scratching his head.
Gwen’s wearing a red tank top and black panties. Her nipples are hard, making themselves known as they poke at the cotton material. My dick twitches, but I will it to stop as I pull my t-shirt off, and then my jeans, leaving me in blue boxer briefs.
I head to the bathroom to quickly brush my teeth. I step back into the bedroom and climb onto the bed, lying next to her. We decide to watch Deadpool and when it starts, I hold my arm out until she slides over, resting her head on my chest, and tangling her legs with mine.
In no time at all, I hear the sound of her heavy breathing. I lean down, kissing her forehead.
Thirteen
Gwen
My eyes pop open, the room is dark, and it takes a second to realize where I’m at. Maverick is against my back with his large erection pressed into my ass. His arm is wrapped around me, palming my breast.
Desire pools in my belly as I begin rubbing his dick with my butt. He moans and then shifts against me. I do it again and again until he grinds it again, groaning against the back of my neck.
He begins to massage my breast, tweaking my nipple, causing me to moan. My arm wraps around his neck from behind and I arch my back, pushing my ass into his dick. Maverick’s hand slides down my stomach and into my panties.
I spread my legs, grinding my pussy against his hand. He rubs circles around my clit, making me moan. His fingers slide down further until he reaches my pussy. The wet sound echoes through his bedroom, mixed with our moans.
Maverick pulls down my panties and I help until I can kick them off. He holds me in place while he opens a drawer. I can hear the crinkle of a wrapper and then he’s lifting up my leg. I tip my ass back and feel his dick slide through my wetness.
I groan as he slides inside of me. Fuck, will I ever get used to his size? Reaching behind me again, I wrap my hand around the back of his neck. Maverick places his lips against my neck. Each stroke is deep and hard. He reaches between my legs and rubs my clit.