Page 27 of On A Manhunt: Complete Series

MAVERICK

I knocked on Bridget’s front door to pick her up for dinner and waited.

I’d been doing that for the past two hours since I dropped her off to shower and change clothes.

I kissed her thoroughly but that hadn’t been enough.

After what we did on my couch… fuck, I was going crazy.

Craving to be with her. Aching to be in her.

Dinner plans could go fuck themselves because as soon as Bridget opened her door, I’d push her inside and make her come all over my cock in all the ways I’d imagined. And even though it had been a short time since we met, I had lots of ways.

My brothers could amuse themselves without us. Hunter Valley had plenty to keep them entertained that didn’t involve me or Bridget for the rest of the night. Or their time in the state.

But it wasn’t Bridget that answered, but a pretty blonde.

“Hello,” she said, her voice smooth and warm that matched her smile.

I guessed her age to be close to mine. Mid-thirties.

She wore a pretty green sundress, and her hair was pulled up and back somehow with wisps that artfully framed her face.

Her makeup was light but expertly applied. She looked… perfect.

My mother would love her.

I took in the house again, confirming I didn’t accidentally knock on the wrong one. My dick had been in charge earlier and it was driving me now.

“Hi. Um, I’m here for Bridget.”

“She’s not here. Can I help you?” she asked, her blue eyes raking over me as she considered all the ways she might be able to help. Like out of my pants. I couldn’t miss her thorough review. Appreciatively and not subtly. It wasn’t inappropriate, but the gaze of a woman who saw something she liked.

I might’ve been interested because she was pretty, age appropriate and had no ring on her finger. But that was before Bridget. It seemed my dick and I had a thing for petite, shy brunettes who came just for me.

“I’m Maverick James. Her…” I paused for a second because I wanted to say boyfriend, but I felt too old for that term. Besides, Bridget and I hadn’t talked about a relationship–which we were in even if she didn’t know it–for me to share it yet with anyone. “...boss.”

Awareness lit the woman’s eyes. “Oh, right. James Corp. I’m her sister, Lindy.”

Bridget’s sister, the one who had probably taken care of her after their parents died. Her much older, very blonde sister. Shit. She was the one I should be into. A woman who wasn’t fifteen years younger.

I didn’t need this woman to think I was a dirty old man, fingerfucking her little sister.

Shit, I was one. But Bridget liked it. No, loved it.

Coming for me and only me. She didn’t care about my age.

I had a feeling it got her hot, me being older.

Being in charge and watching out for her.

Because a twenty-two-year-old boy wasn’t going to be able to do that for her.

He wouldn’t give her what she needed. The proof of it had been in her sex quiz.

I offered my hand and she shook it.

“Nice to meet you,” she said. “I was out this afternoon so I don’t know what she’s doing. Would you like to come in and wait for her? I can get you some coffee, a drink perhaps?”

She just asked me in for a drink. Yeah, she was interested in me, and I admired her for her efforts, but I felt uncomfortable because of it. I’d had my head between her little sister’s thighs only a few hours earlier.

“Thanks, but no. I think Bridget and I got our wires crossed.”

I stepped back and Lindy looked disappointed.

“I’ll tell her you stopped by,” she said. “Maybe I’ll see you again.”

“You definitely will,” I replied confidently. Only because Lindy was Bridget’s sister and if I kept Bridget, I kept the sister. “Thanks.”

Her eyes brightened and I realized she may have misunderstood. I wasn’t going to fix it now and hopefully it would become clear to everyone–including Bridget–soon enough.

I went back to my car to figure out where the hell Bridget was. If she’d run again, I wouldn’t spank her, because as we both learned, she’d like it too much. Maybe a plug in her ass. It would be awfully hard to run off with one of those nice and deep.