I press my finger to her lips. “Eyes on me when you come, Catalina.”
Her body tightens, her walls clench around my cock, and we both crash into our orgasms, shaking and breathless.
I hold her there, burying myself deep inside her as I spill into her, not giving a single fuck that I didn’t pull out. She’s mine. I’ll fill her a thousand times if that’s what it takes to prove it. After a moment, I press a kiss to her damp forehead, rubbing slow circles on her back.
“I’m serious, Catalina,” I whisper against her neck. “You wearing my hat means you’re mine.”
She lets out a soft laugh, pressing her lips to mine, pulling back with a grin.
“Okay, babe,” she teases, hopping off me like she didn’t just wreck my whole fucking soul.
She saunters into the bathroom and turns the bath on like she owns the place. And fuck it, she does.
She was mine the second I laid eyes on her.
carter
. . .
Ishould be getting shit done, anything, but all I can do is sit here in my truck like some lovesick idiot. My phone buzzes on the center console. It’s Mavericks dumbass responding to my message.
Carter
You busy?
Maverick
Not for you, baby.
Carter
Jesus fuck. Meet me at Bell’s Books.
Maverick
Is this a surprise for me? Because if it is, I’m wearing my snakeskin boots.
Carter
No you dipshit. I need a favor.
Maverick
Oh god, you’re dying. Are you dying? WAIT. Are we finally going to adopt a dog for the family?
Carter
I want to buy the bookstore for Catalina. But I need your help.
Maverick
OH MY GODD. You romantic son of a bitch. I fucking knew it, I KNEW IT. I’M TELLING EVERYONE.
Carter
Are you fucking done?
Maverick
