Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Thrust.
“You’re fuckin’ mine, Scarlett. That voice. That body. That heart. Mine. All fuckin’ mine.”
Thrust.
Deep moan.
“Maverick,” I breathe. “Oh, God.”
“Scarlett?”
Someone bangs on the door, and it takes me a second to comprehend what’s happening. “Scarlett, are you in there? Why is the door locked?”
Susan.
Maverick keeps thrusting, slower now, painfully slow, sliding his cock in and out, making pleasure explode through my body so intensely I don’t know if I’ll be able to speak when I try to. “Ah,” I croak out, then take a deep breath just as Maverick’s cock glides inside me once more. “I’m just getting changed. I’ll be a second.”
“Oh, okay. Well, we’re going soon. So hurry up, okay?”
“Okay,” I say, and even I can hear the breathy sound that laces my voice.
“Oh, and we couldn’t find anyone in the crowd. Whoever was out there must have disappeared.”
God, why won’t she go away.
God, why won’t Maverick stop fucking me?
I look at him desperately and he gives me a truly feral grin as he tilts my hips and drives his cock deeper. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He knows exactly how good it feels. He’s the damned devil in disguise. The jerk. I open my mouth and try to stop the moan, but oh, God, it feels incredible. So fucking good. “Okay,” I cry out. “I’ll be out soon.”
“Are you ok? You sound ill?”
My God. Why won’t she leave?
Fuck.
I’m going to come.
So damned hard.
I drop my head into Maverick’s shoulder and bite down as hard as I can as my orgasm rips through me. He hisses in pain at the force of my bite and squeezes my ass so hard I clamp down harder. I feel his cock tighten inside me, hear his breaths coming short and shallow in my ear, and then feel as he releases, spurt after hot spurt inside me.
“I’m okay,” I finally manage to call out to Susan. “Be out in one moment.”
“Okay.”
Finally, she disappears, just as Maverick’s thrusting slows and he drags his cock in and out slowly, milking every last drop from its length. Then he pulls out of me, jerking his jeans up and pulling my panties back over. “Now you can walk around with my cum dripping out of you. That’s what happens when you bite me.”
I bat my eyelashes at him. “I had to smother the noise somehow. That’s what you get for being a jerk and fucking me while someone is trying to talk.”
He flashes me a feral grin, and I lean forward, nipping his bottom lip. “I have to go, honey.”
He growls and kisses me, deep and hard. “Can’t fuckin’ get enough of you. Can’t wait to be at home where I can come and fuck you every single damned day.”
I flush and smile. “Sounds perfect to me.”
He runs a finger over my bottom lip and then turns, striding out of the room. I slide off the bench, straighten my panties, pull on a big coat, and then grab my purse and leave.
That was the best night of my life.
And the best fuck of my life.
This man just keeps getting better.
~*~*~*~
SCARLETT
We ended up deciding to skip the hotel and stay on the bus tonight, because we’re leaving probably before the sun rises in the morning. It’s easier if everyone is on the bus before it goes, rather than trying to rally everyone together in time. We’ve all been sitting outside of it, on a few stray chairs, enjoying a couple of drinks and chatting about how successful the tour has been, aside from a few mishaps on my behalf.
When everyone heads off to bed, I sit outside alone, legs tucked up beneath me, texting Maverick. I miss him already, a deep ache that runs into my chest and makes me wish he was sitting right next to me. Missing someone can suck, so hard. Especially when you know how incredible it feels to have them right beside you, you know how amazing it is, you know how much it makes everything feel better.
S – I miss you, big guy.
I send the text and smile stupidly at my phone as I watch the three little dots appear at the bottom of the screen. A message comes through a moment later.
M – Miss you too, babe.
My smile turns into a stupid grin. I love this feeling. The one when you’re first falling in love, and everything makes you smile. They could do absolutely anything, and it would bring happiness. It’s almost as if they could never do any wrong, because you’d never be able to look at them in a negative light, even if they did. Nothing about them annoys you. Nothing about them makes you want to strangle them. You accept everything. Because everything makes you feel good. Even the fights are good, because you know how incredible and affectionate they’ll be after them.