I love you, Maverick. I’m pretty sure I’ll always love you.
“Baylee,” he whispers. “You were worth the wait.”
My eyes sting, and he brushes an errant tear with his thumb.
He positions himself at my opening and starts to push in, but the man is huge. I have to wiggle and spread my thighs wider. “Does your dick come with its own zip code?”
He chuckles and kisses me. “We’ll go slow.”
He works himself into my body as I arch and groan. We’re both panting when he bottoms out. “I have to see this,” he murmurs. After he gets on his knees, he hoists my thighs up.
We both watch where his thick length parts me. His wet dick tunnels slowly in and out of my body. The sight is mesmerizing. But then his hips shift, and he taps a part of me I didn’t know existed.
I shiver as my core tightens. “Holy shit, this is crazy.” I reach between my legs and rub my clit.
“Get there, baby.”
He moves faster, our bodies slapping together. His hands tighten on my ass, his measured thrusts quickening.
His eyes are wild, half-hidden by long strands of his hair, as he watches me come apart.
Arching, I shake and quiver with an orgasm that’s somehow more intense than the first one.
A minute later, he groans, tilts his head up, and releases intome. His neck and chest and arms strain as his stomach contracts. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
When he’s done, he collapses on top of me with a grunt. I wrap my arms and legs around him as I hold him to me. We’re sweaty and out of breath.
I don’t have words for what we just did. All I know is that I’ve never experienced anything like it before.
His nose brushes against my ear, and he whispers, “One hundred percent worth the wait.”
27
MAVERICK
The momentI try to crawl out of bed to clean up, fire shoots down my back and shoulder. Fuck.
“What’s wrong?” Baylee’s gloriously naked body distracts me for a moment before my muscles spasm.
“Nothing. I, uh, just got a cramp, but I’m okay.” I try not to wince as I get up.
We take a quick shower and then crawl back under the sheets again. The hot water didn’t help. There’s a growing ache that’s making me wonder why I didn’t get stronger pain relievers. “Babe, could you massage some of that CBD oil into my shoulders again?”
She bolts upright. “Oh my God, we overdid it, didn’t we?”
“I’m okay.” I think. “I’m just a little stiff.” Normally, I would make a dick joke here except the fire in my neck is spreading.
“Of course. One sec.” My girl leaps out of bed and returns with the bottle. As she rubs in the oil, the silence builds. I don’t want her to think this is her fault. We finally had sex, and it was out of this fucking world. I wouldn’t change a minute of it. Even if it means I’m hobbling into my physical therapy appointment tomorrow.
When she’s done, she curls up next to me and scratches the back of my head. “I feel bad,” she whispers.
“It’s my fault. I probably should’ve had you on top, but I couldn’t help myself. I also swam this morning.” I hate the look of concern on her face. “Come here.” I roll over and hold out my arm.
“But won’t that hurt your shoulder?”
I want to tell her I don’t care, but I should, shouldn’t I? This thing with Baylee has me so fucking scrambled, I can’t tell what’s right anymore. I thought football was supposed to be my endgame, but I’m starting to wonder if I’ve been wrong all along.
I pat the bed. “Then sleep next to me, so I can spoon you.” I’ve never spooned anyone before. In fact, I don’t cuddle if I can help it, but I can’t seem to get enough of this woman.
