Straightening, he slapped my ass once, knocking me out of my stupor. I turned and glared at him. His eyes glinted as if daring me.
I shook my head, flipped my hair over my shoulder, and sashayed over to the door, hoping I looked seductive and not awkward. I got to his door, looked back once more at Maverick,who was still standing where I left him, a smirk on his too-beautiful face, before opening it and walking inside.
I kept the door open a gap and turned on the light.
The room itself was as big as the entirety of my motel room, plus a few extra square feet. It was a simple room, even if the furniture looked expensive. It was decorated in dark colors, from black to varying shades of blue, which reminded me a lot of Maverick’s eyes. In the center of it all was the king-sized bed.
My knees felt like Jell-O. I didn’t know how long I had until he came back. There wasn’t a part of me that didn’t want this. I wanted him. I wanted his controlling, domineering presence as much as I wanted Silas’ playfulness. Perhaps club life had fucked me up more than I’d thought. How could I possibly crave this many men at the same time? And the fact that they were brothers didn’t help one bit.
I squirmed, my hands moving up and taking off my shirt. I wasn’t wearing a bra, considering Maverick had torn mine in the car. I wasn’t wearing any underwear either, now that my black thong was tucked away in Maverick’s pocket, and I wasn’t sure I would be getting it back.
I had Silas on my mind when I’d put it on before work, before I realized my car had suddenly stopped working. I didn’t know he had left the city.
So the thong I wore for one brother was now in the possession of another.
I tried not to think about how that made me look. I tried not to think about my father’s words, warning me not to do anything stupid with his club brothers, as if I would ever let any of them touch me with a ten-foot pole. But his words had left their marks.
I looked around the room, feeling way more exposed than I had ever felt, but it wasn’t in a bad way.
I didn’t allow myself to think when I took off my jeans. I was now naked in Maverick’s hotel room. And he wanted me to?—
I shook my head, unable to even think the words.
I leaned down and picked up my clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on the desk in the corner, as if he would care if they were neat or not. Then I turned and walked over to the bed, pressing my hand down on the cold sheets. They were much softer than what I’d had in the motel room.
I couldn’t hear Maverick outside, but I was sure he was there. I just didn’t know what he was doing. So I lay down on the bed, on top of the blanket, gazing up at the ceiling. My face flamed as I spread my legs wide, feeling the cold air tease my drenched pussy lips.
Hell.
How long was he going to keep me waiting?