“Tell me to stop,” he says as he grabs an ass cheek in each hand over my panties.
I shake my head. “No, don’t stop,” I whisper.
“You’re so beautiful.” He starts kissing me again and with his hands on my ass, he starts to rock me on what feels like a very large cock. With me still straddling him, he leans forward and pushes boxes out of the way.
He moves us so I’m on my back and he’s on top of me between my legs. Maverick pushes my jean skirt up and reaches for my panties, pulling them off. I reach down and quickly unbuckle his belt and then unbutton his jeans.
Our moves are frantic as he pulls out his cock, lines it up, and thrusts it inside of me. My back arches off of the floor and I cry out wordlessly. I grab his face and pull it down to mine, kissing him with abandon.
He grabs my leg and pulls it up, sinking incredibly deep. Maverick’s cock feels like it’s stretching me incredibly wide. The only sound filling the van is the slapping of our flesh and the wet sound of my pussy.
“Fuck, you’re tight. God, you feel so fucking good,” he whispers. Maverick grabs my hand and pushes it in between our bodies. “Rub your clit, baby.”
I do as he says and in no time I’m coming, crying out as he slams into me over and over. As he starts to come, he buries himself to the hilt. I feel the warmth of his cum as it bathes my channel. His groans vibrate against my throat.
Maverick pushes up, his eyes bore into mine. I reach up, touching the cut on his nose. I notice dried blood in his hairline. I touch it gingerly and he winces. “Sorry,” I whisper.
“That’s okay.” He pulls out of me and after he tucks his cock back into his pants, Maverick puts my panties back on for me and then pulls me up onto his lap. He grabs the bottle of water and holds it to my lips. I take a healthy drink before he takes one himself.
He sets it down and then wraps his arms around me. I rest my head on his shoulder and close my eyes. We sit like this for a while, or what feels like a while.
My body is starting to hurt. I ache from the base of my skull to my toes. I shift in Maverick’s lap and groan.
“What’s wrong?” he asks quietly.
“I’m just starting to get sore and stiff.”
He lifts me off of his lap and moves the boxes all to one side. I watch as he pulls his shirt off, revealing a heavily tattooed upper body. Maverick lays it down on the floor and he holds his hand out to me. I take it without thought and he lies down on his back, situating me half on and half off.
I close my eyes and pray that someone finds us soon.
Six
Maverick
Gwen starts to fall asleep, but I jostle her awake. I’m afraid she could have a concussion. “Baby, no sleeping.” I kiss her forehead. “Tell me more about your travel vlog?” I’m not about to tell her that I’ve watched all of them. I’ve never seen someone with such a zest for life.
She immerses herself in wherever she’s visiting, experiencing everything she can. Her smile is always so fucking bright and genuine. Gwen’s breathtaking.
“I love it. I’ve always been a bit of a thrill-seeker—I mean, who skydives for their sixteenth birthday? Anyway, I started making videos and people kept subscribing. The summer I graduated from high school I went zip lining in Costa Rica. I documented the whole thing and things just blew up from there.”
I kiss her forehead and smile. I’ve seen that video and I feel like a pervert that I jerked off to eighteen-year-old her, but she wore a skimpy bikini… a lot.
I begin to notice it’s getting fucking hot in here and getting hotter as the sun rises higher in the sky. Fuck, we only have half a bottle of water left, but I hope that we’re rescued before that.
I look down at Gwen—fuck, she’s beautiful. Shit, I fucked my boss’s daughter. When she started freaking out earlier, I was just going to kiss her and stop there, but the moment our lips touched it was all over.
“Gwen? Baby, wake up.”
She opens her emerald green eyes and looks up at me. “It’s hot.”
“Strip down to your bra and panties if you need to, okay?”
Gwen nods.
I help her sit up and she shimmies her jean skirt down and off and then pulls her tank top off. I take off my shoes and socks—next, I peel off my jeans and definitely feel a lot better. Gwen lies down and I’m just about to too.
“Hello! Can you hear us!” a voice shouts from outside.
“We’re here,” I shout. Just as Gwen shouts, “Help.”
The sound is deafening, I feel us moving. I lie down, wrapping my body around Gwen’s as the roof starts caving in. She screams as I try to protect her with my body from whatever happens next.
Suddenly we’re both being moved to stretchers. “Maverick,” Gwen cries, grabbing onto my hand. I hold it tight as we’re wheeled toward waiting ambulances. Chief Malone comes running over, followed by his brothers.
They surround Gwen, moving quickly, too quickly because her hand slips from my grasp. Her wide panicked eyes find mine. “You’re okay, you’re safe,” I call out. They load her up and then take off.
I’m loaded into the other and I’m shocked when Troy sits down next to me. “Thank fuck, you’re okay, brother.” He grabs my hand. “Rest man, you’re safe.”
I close my eyes and promptly pass out.
I keep my eyes locked on Gwen, and hers are locked on mine.
Earlier when we got to the hospital, I demanded to be moved so I was next to her. Several times since we got here, I’ve found her dad watching me thoughtfully. I don’t know what it’s about, but I’m not about to ask the guy.
We both have been X-rayed, cat scanned, stitched up, and rehydrated. It took two hours to realize we didn’t show up at the Children’s Hospital, and then it took an hour to find us, it was Gwen’s uncle Greyson who spotted us from his plane. Troy sits in the corner reading on his phone. I’d always hated being an only child, but then I met Troy and he quickly became a brother to me.
“Maverick?” I turn to see Chief Malone standing a few feet away from me. “How are you?”
“Sore, tired, and in serious need of a shower.”
He nods. “I wanted to thank you.”
“Thank me? For what, Chief?” I’m so confused right now.
“Troy, can you give us a minute?” Chief Malone asks, looking over at him.
Troy nods and then stands up. “You’ve got it, Chief.”
Once Troy disappears the other man turns back to me. “Thank you for keeping my daughter safe. They said when they got you out of there that you were wrapped around her, protecting her.” He’s quiet for a moment. “As a father, you never want to get that call that your child is hurt. Every worst-case scenario went through my head and I couldn’t relax until I saw for myself that she was okay. Anyway, I just wanted to thank you. We’ll talk later about how long you’ll be off duty. If you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to call. I mean it, Maverick, anything.”
He turns and walks back to Gwen, who is sleeping with her head resting on her mom’s lap.
It’s an hour later, and I am climbing into Troy’s car. Gwen left with her parents twenty minutes ago. I wanted to tell them no, that she was coming home with me, but instead I gave her a wave… a stupid fucking wave.