Page 28 of Falling Stars (Wild at Heart #2)

BAYLEE

Panting, I stare down at Maverick. His lips glisten as he smirks. “That feel good, peach?”

I can only nod because I’m too taken with the sight before me—Mav in all his naked glory.

He’s literally the perfect male specimen.

His messy hair dangles over his mischievous eyes as he licks his lips.

His face is scruffy, just the way I like it.

His broad shoulders meet his hard chest. That leads down to chiseled abs that are bisected by his giant dick.

Questions about what happens tomorrow swirl in my mind, but I shove them away. I’ve waited too long to be with Maverick. I’m not going to let myself get in my way. I’ll worry about the future when the sun rises, and not a second before.

I run my hands over his chest that’s lightly dusted with hair. “You made me come really hard.”

“I noticed. You got that shaky leg movement going. Thought I was going to get another concussion.”

I choke on a laugh as I lightly smack him. “Then don’t go sticking your tongue where it doesn’t belong.”

He grips the back of my head and pulls me down for a kiss. “I haven’t even begun to put my tongue in all the right spots on your body.” My clit pulses happily. When I squeeze my legs together, he laughs. “See, you know it’s true.”

“Maybe, but first I think you need that rehab blow job.”

His eyes roll back as he mutters, “Fuck, yes.”

Laughing, I slide down his ridiculous body. He’s so fit, it makes me feel self-conscious, but he looks at me like I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever been with. I guess if he doesn’t mind the extra baby weight, then why should I?

I settle between his muscular legs and drag my finger over the wetness pooling on his dick. Then I suck my finger, and he makes a growly sound that rumbles in his chest. Leaning over, I take a long lick up his length until I reach the tip, which I swirl with my tongue.

I get him good and wet, lapping him up like my favorite ice cream cone. Then I grip him firmly and stroke as I suck. First, just the tip, but then I go deeper and deeper until his fingers tighten in my hair.

“Relax your throat, baby.” I know what he wants, so I try it. I try to go deep, but choke, and he instantly stops. “Sorry. That was too much.”

“Try it again.”

“Tell me if you want me to stop.”

With my mouth full, I nod. I stick out my tongue and he taps his cock against it before he brings my head down. When my ex did that, I hated it, but I’m loving how into this Maverick is. Especially now that I know how fast he’ll stop if I don’t like something.

I work his thick cock over, going deeper and deeper. Until he hits the back of my throat.

“Fuck, Bay.” His whole body strains beneath me as I hold him deep. Then I swallow, and the tendons in his neck strain. “Do it again.”

I come up for a breath. Everything’s wet and sloppy, but I’m into it. I’m so into it, there’s an insistent pulse between my thighs.

Pulling him into my mouth again, I go deep, and he grunts. “You’re taking me so perfectly. Fuuuck, Bay. You love this, don’t you? Being such a good girl for me?”

His words take me from horny to desperate. He’s right. I love doing this for him. I want Mav to forget his injuries and the pain and all the baggage he brought home and just feel good.

Nodding, I smile. “Wider.” I tap his thigh, and he spreads his legs more. Leaning down, I lick up his balls to his cock until I take him down the back of my throat and swallow.

“Baby,” he grunts. “I’m gonna come.”

I leave him in my mouth and stroke hard and fast. A second later, he shoots stream after stream of hot liquid into my mouth. I struggle to swallow it down. Some drips down my chin.

When he’s done, I pull off panting. He wipes my face and holds up his finger that I suck clean.

Looking at me through hooded eyes, he asks, “Do you need to come again?”

I bite my bottom lip, debating what to say. “It’s okay. I already had a turn.”

Pulling me up, he kisses me long and slow until I’m writhing on top of him. “Ride my dick until you come. We don’t have to fuck. Just rub your pussy on me.”

God, his mouth. I love it. I straddle his dick and wiggle until I’m wedged around him. “Can you come again?” I ask as I shift my hips.

“Not sure. Let’s conduct a little research.”

We smile at each other as I grind on his cock. I’ve obviously never seen this side of Maverick, but I don’t think I’ve ever had this much fun having sex, and I’ve definitely never come as hard as I did against his mouth.

Though… he might destroy me with his big dick .

I can’t help but look down. The way his thick crown parts my pussy makes me tingle all over. Leaning back, I reach between my legs and run my hand under the head of his dick. I shift and slide and ride until he’s totally slick from my body.

When I can’t stand it a minute longer, I rub my clit, and then I’m coming so hard, I squeeze my eyes shut as I writhe on top of him. He pulsates beneath me and releases all over his stomach.

Sleepily, I drag my finger through it. “I guess this means you can come twice.”

He smirks. “I guess this means you’re a screamer.”

“I didn’t scream.” Did I?

He chuckles and drags me down for a kiss. “Yeah, Bay, you definitely screamed. We’re lucky Leo slept through it.”

Shit. He’s right. “We should get cleaned up.”

We get up, but before I can move away, he pulls me to him and looks me in the eyes. “I know what you said about not going with me to New York, but Bay, no matter what happens, this isn’t the end for us. Because I’m not giving you up. I’ve already done that once, and I’m not doing it again.”

Then he stalks off to the bathroom.

What just happened there?

Is he upset?

I follow him a few minutes later. The shower is running, and I enter the steamy room and click open the glass door. “Can I join you?”

He takes my hand and pulls me in. I’m not sure what I’m expecting, but it’s not for him to wrap me in his arms and hug me.

We stand there, under the hot water, holding each other. “Stay with me,” he says quietly. “Don’t move to the ranch.”

Leaning against his chest, I close my eyes. “Are you sure? Leo and I are a lot. I don’t want to get in your way.”

“Stay.” He kisses the top of my head .

“But when you go to New York?—”

“Just… stay. For now. I don’t know what the future holds, Bay, but I’m having a tough time making any decisions if they don’t include you.”

My throat gets tight, but I nod. “So maybe we don’t make any big decisions for now. You can train and rehab and heal. And we’ll see where we’re at in a few weeks.”

As much as I want to tell him I’ll follow him wherever he goes, I can’t. At the same time, I can’t imagine what that’s going to be like, sending Maverick off to the other side of the country knowing that we likely won’t be able to make it long distance.

But I won’t tell him to give up on his dream.

So I do what I do best.

I put on a smile and pretend everything is okay.