Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 86199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
I clap my other hand over my mouth as fear slices through me.
It’s a relief when he continues jacking himself off. I feel like a total deviant as my fingers rub soft circles across that tiny bundle of nerves.
“Yo, Mav! Let’s get a move on it!” a voice from downstairs calls.
His dark lashes flutter as his expression twists as if in pain.
“I’ll be there in a minute!” he grits from between clenched teeth.
Another groan escapes from him as he tightens his hold, pumping his cock even faster than before. My fingers move at the same speed as my gaze stays glued to the hand job he’s giving himself.
“Fuck,” he growls as pearly fluid erupts from the tip of his cock and lands on the T-shirt crumpled on his bed.
I press my hand tighter against my mouth as my own orgasm streaks through me and my inner muscles spasm.
His rigid stance loosens as he continues to pump his thick length until it softens before my very eyes. A musky scent hangs in the air as my muscles go limp and I slump against the far wall of the closet. My heart beats erratically as my breath comes out in harsh pants.
When he’s finished, he tucks his cock back inside his sweats before plowing his other hand through his hair. Only then do I notice the slight flush staining his cheekbones.
My guess is that mine are tinged a similar shade.
A few seconds later, he disappears through the door.
Holy crap, that was a close one.
Everything that just happened somersaults through my brain.
It’s the sound of the front door slamming that jerks me from my daze, and I force myself to climb out of the closet. As I make my way to my feet, my gaze settles to the bed and the shirt.
I can’t help but step closer to get a better look at what he left behind.
As embarrassed as I am to have witnessed such a private moment, it’s hands down one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.
I almost shake my head.
When the hell did I become such a perv?
Even though I should get the hell out of here, I can’t stop staring at the maroon shirt. The one I’d pressed to my nose and inhaled not more than ten minutes ago. The very same one he just ejaculated all over.
The pearly fluid almost glows against the dark color. Just like in the closet when I’d slipped my fingers down the front of my leggings to touch myself, it’s not a conscious decision to reach out and run them through his jizz. My heart pounds when I find it still warm, fresh from his body. I don’t give it a second thought as I scoop up a dollop and lift it to my lips. My tongue darts out to lick my fingertips. As soon as I do, his scent envelopes me as his salty taste explodes in my mouth.
I can’t resist taking another swipe.
Heat explodes inside my core as a fresh burst of arousal dampens my already wet panties.
It’s so damn tempting to take the shirt with me as a little souvenir of what just happened. Instead, I swing toward the door and slip from the room before hauling ass down the stairs to the first floor.
“Find what you were looking for?”
I pause on the last step and meet Hayes’s amused expression. “No.”
Heat floods my cheeks as I force myself to maintain eye contact.
“Hmm. Maybe we should check lost and found before you take off. Never know what goodies you’ll come across.”
My gaze drops to the small brown box in his hands.
Is this guy serious?
They just throw the random stuff girls leave behind into a cardboard box, not really caring if it ever gets reclaimed?
He pulls out a tiny scrap of black material that I assume is a thong. “Would this happen to be yours?” With a squint, his gaze runs over the length of me. “It’s probably the right size.”
My face scrunches before I can think better of it. “Ewww.”
“Hey, don’t yuck someone else’s yum.”
I don’t bother with a response as I hurry down the last step and head for the door. I’m sure Holland is wondering what happened to me.
“Just out of curiosity, do you know what you’re doing?”
All his previous humor has fled. The seriousness shining in his eyes is far more disconcerting than the thong dangling from his finger.
“No, not at all.”
“Well, good luck with that. We both know that River will shit a brick if he finds out you’ve been banging his archnemesis.”
Ugh.
He’s not wrong.
With nothing left to say to that bit of truth, I slip out the door.
16
Maverick
As soon as I slide into the back seat of Ryder’s truck, he squeals away from the curb and does a U-turn in the middle of the street.
His gaze flickers to mine in the rearview mirror. “Find what you needed?”