Page 46 of On A Manhunt: Complete Series

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As we rode in the elevator, up, up to some room in Mav’s hotel, I studied him. The way he looked in a tuxedo. Insanely handsome in a way that had women looking twice at him in the lobby.

There was an older couple and a woman with a young child with us, so we didn’t do more than hold hands.

I tried to process what Mav had shared. The truth of what he did this week.

He was a good friend.

He was honorable.

He was… nice.

And, it seemed, he was mine.

The woman and child got off on floor ten.

Mav tugged my hand and pulled me into him.

He wrapped an arm around me to hold me close.

I rested my head on his chest. I felt his lips on the top of my head and closed my eyes for a moment.

He broke Jason’s nose. He manhandled his brother.

Both times, it had been to defend me. Yet now he was being gentle.

Soft, if that would ever be something that defined him.

I knew it and I wouldn’t tell anyone.

The doors opened again on fourteen and the older couple exited.

When we were on the move again, alone, he turned and pressed me into the elevator wall. His hand cupped my jaw.

“My quiz said I’d fuck you in front of others.”

I hadn’t expected him to say that. His voice was dark. Deep. Completely opposite of his hold, which was powerful and potent. Possessive. All the P’s. I looked up at him and blinked. Melted a little.

“If that was what you wanted,” he added.

I remembered. I remembered every single word.

“I… I don’t want that,” I admitted. Nothing about the idea of exhibitionism appealed to me, even with Mav.

His dark eyes roved over my face. “Good, because I won’t do it. That’s why I’m not kissing you in the elevator. There are cameras and I don’t let anyone see what’s mine.”

I didn’t even think of them, but I melted a whole lot more at his protectiveness. No, possessiveness. Which was it?

Both?

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. He took my hand again and led me down a long hallway. Pulling his wallet from his pants pocket, he pressed it against the lock sensor, then tucked it away again after it clicked unlocked.

He held the door for me and I entered first.

“You… you live here?”

The question showed that while I had fallen for him hard and fast, trusted him so much, I didn’t even know the basics about him.

“No. This is my suite.”

I studied it, took in the opulent living area with views of the Rocky Mountains out the expansive windows. Through an open door I could see the bedroom. I had a queasy feeling about what he used this space for.

“Um… do you use it often?” I asked, my voice a little weak.

Mav was thirty-seven years old. Of course he’d been with women before me. But was this his fuck pad?

He shook his head. “No. Never. Well, once when there was an event here and I’d had too much to drink to drive home.”

I relaxed and he noticed.

He stalked toward me, walked me backward into the nearest wall.

His gaze pierced mine, then dropped to my mouth. It seemed he couldn’t stop staring at it. This close, all I could see, all I could breathe in was him.

“Baby, do I need to spank you for what you’re thinking?”

I nodded and replied with breathless anticipation. “Yes. Yes, I think you do.”

He growled and studied me for one more brief moment, then grabbed my hip and spun me around, grabbed my wrists and slowly raised my arms so they were by my head.

“You need only what I can give you?” he murmured.

I nodded, pressed my cheek against the cool wall.

“That’s right, baby.” Holding me there, he leaned in and whispered. “I respect you, but I’m going to fuck you like I don’t.”

Oh. My. God.

All that melting I’d been doing had my panties drenched. He found that out when his hands slid down my arms, down my sides, down my thighs to the hem of the red dress, then worked their way back up, taking the material with it.

It bunched at my waist and then nothing else happened.

I glanced at Mav over my shoulder to see what was the matter.

He stared intently at my ass. His jaw was clenched, his cheeks flushed. Every line of his body was taut, as if he were about to pounce.

“Baby, you have a thing for lingerie?”

I swallowed hard, nodded. Felt ridiculously powerful because he was looking at me and was so aroused.

“Just pretty bras and panties,” I admitted. “I sleep in whatever.”

“You won’t sleep in anything when you’re with me.”

That was an order. Or a vow. Or something.

“As for this…” his fingers slid over the lacy edge of the red panties, the ones I wore since they matched the dress. “I’m not sure what I’m going to do knowing you wear these little scraps under your clothes.”

I didn’t get a chance to answer because his hand came down and spanked me.

With a startled buck, I cried out. His palm only left a small sting behind and I wiggled because I liked his control.

“When I call, you answer. When I text, you respond. When I try to tell you the truth, you listen,” he murmured.

I swallowed hard, knowing I could have spared us so much if I hadn’t avoided him.

“Yes, Mav.”

He spanked me again on the other side, then tugged my panties down so they rested just below the curve of my bottom.

“How hard do I have to fuck you so you’ll remember?”

“So hard,” I said on a little, breathy moan.

That was it. The end of his control.

He dropped to his knees and nudged my feet wide. A hand banded around my waist and pulled my hips back. Then his mouth was on me.

“Oh my God!” I cried as licked right up my slit and zeroed in on my clit.

My hips rolled back instinctively to give him better access and his hands went to my butt, cupping the spots he’d heated with his palm.

“I missed your taste,” he said, his hot breath fanning over my center. “Missed your dripping cunt. My baby’s so wet for me.”

Fingers slipped over me, then in, nice and deep. I went up on my toes and cried out.

Before I could process, I was spun around, my hair whipping about as my back was against the wall once again.

He pushed my panties down and off, then lifted a leg and hooked it over his shoulder.

Positioned how he wanted me, he went back to his task of eating my pussy, this time with fingers and mouth.

I moaned and rolled my hips into him, wanting more. “That’s it. Come all over my face. Get me nice and drenched.”

The wall had no purchase so I grabbed Mav’s head, tangled my fingers in his hair.

Pulled him into me, directed him on where I wanted his mouth.

“Mav, I need it,” I said, watching him between my thighs. I was lost to the pleasure he was pulling from me with every dirty lick.

He didn’t stop, but looked up, his dark eyes finding mine.

His fingers curled in that place I hadn’t even known existed until he found it last weekend. It was like a pleasure button because whenever he stroked over it, which he did now, it got me right to the brink of coming.

Then he sucked on my clit, did something with his tongue and I came on a scream. A flex of my muscles. A pull on my heel at his back. A hard tug on his hair.

“Good girl,” he said after giving me one final lick and standing. “Now you can take my dick.”

I leaned against the wall as if I had to hold it up, but he pulled me toward him and kissed me. His mouth and chin were wet and sticky from me. I tasted myself on his tongue. His hands reached behind me and found the zipper at the back of my dress and slid it down with expert and swift skill.

“Yes,” I said finally, processing his words slower than an eighties computer. “I need it.” I said the same words again because I did. I needed. “Now. Please.”

He wasn’t the only one who couldn’t hold back.

Mav was wearing way too many clothes. While he looked amazing in his tuxedo, it was hiding his body.

I wanted to touch him. Kiss him. Do everything I could to his body.

His mouth was on mine, and I pushed at the lapels of his jacket.

Without lifting his head, he shrugged it off, then tugged at his bow tie.

Then his hands were on me and my dress was pooled around my feet.

Buttons went every which way when I ripped at his white shirt.

We were breathing, frantic. Wild. I didn’t know how long we kissed, but somehow, he’d moved us into the bedroom, and he turned me toward the bed and bent me over it. He leaned over me, setting a hand by my head and pressing into me. I felt every hard, hot inch of him.

A foot kicked my legs wider, but since the bed was so high off the ground, my toes barely touched.

His hand came down on my ass again. “That’s for being a little cock tease in those panties, naughty girl.”

I clawed at the bedding and tried to catch my breath.

He moved away and I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper. I watched over my shoulder as he rolled the latex down his hard length. I didn’t dare move, not because I was afraid, but because I didn’t want to delay him getting inside me.

He reached out and grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed, then lifted me up so it was propped under my hips.

“Mav,” I breathed, never having done it in this position before.

He stepped close and I felt his hard thighs against mine, then his tip at my entrance. “Shh, take my dick like a good girl.”

He pushed in, opening me up.

“Mav!” I cried out, this time because he was so big. I’d never done it this way before, and it felt different. He felt bigger and went deeper. “Oh my God. Yes.”

He set his hand by my head again as he held himself impossibly deep. My pussy was still clenching and adjusting to taking all of him.

He held still for a second, maybe two, then pulled back. Thrust deep. Again. And again.

I heard him groan, felt him swell inside me.

It was a lot. He was a lot. Bottoming out each time.

“Mine.”

Thrust.

“Don’t doubt.”

Thrust.

“All for you.”

He shifted, tangling his fingers in my hair and getting a firm hold. My head angled back and I could see us in the mirror over the dresser across the room.

I couldn’t believe my face, the desire, the wild need. My butt was elevated, and I watched Mav’s hips as he thrust into me. Then there was his torso, the play of his stomach muscles with his movements. His face.

God. His face. His gaze was on where we were joined. His gaze was narrowed, his mouth open and slick. He was wild. Feral.

And fucking me.

He wasn’t being gentle. Wasn’t being careful. Possessive, definitely.

His hand came out of my hair and slid down my spine to rest at the base. His thumb settled right over–

“Mav!”

“Shh,” he said, soothing, but not stopping. “Not today. I’ll take you here sometime soon.” He pressed just a little bit and circled gently, completely opposite of how hard he fucked me. “You’ll love it.” His eyes lifted, met mine in the mirror. “Holy fuck. Look at you.”

It was too much. I never thought that ass play would be something I liked. I hadn’t been aroused enough to come for another man let alone be hot enough for something like that.

But with Mav, that extra attention had me clenching, had me clawing at the sheets. Made me wild. I loved it. The sensation was insane and I was going to come.

I told him so.

“Good girl,” he crooned, then spanked me once with his free hand, then pressed his thumb into me.

That did it. I came on a gaspy breath, my body tensing and clenching around him.

“Fuck. Fuck,” he chanted as I milked his dick, wanting it inside me. Needing it.

He thrust deep with a roar, held himself still and I reveled in the feel. I’d never come like that before I could barely catch my breath.

Mav eventually moved, pulled out of me and went to the bathroom. I heard water running. He came back and with a gentle touch, wiped me with a warm washcloth.

“What’s the four hundred sixty-three cubed?” he asked, lifting me up and settling us beneath the covers.

“I have no idea,” I said, my voice slurred with satisfaction and sleepiness.

“Good. I did it right.”

By it, he meant fucking me into forgetting my own name.

He settled on his back and pulled me on top of him, my legs straddling his waist. My head was on his chest and I heard the beat of his heart beneath my ear.

“You’re still hard?” I asked.

While he wasn’t doing anything about it, I felt him pressing against my center.

“Mmm,” he replied. “Always with you. Baby, where are your glasses?”

“Contacts,” I replied.

“I think I like the glasses better. And the pencil behind your ear.”

I lifted my head, set my chin on the back of my hand.

“You want me to be a nerd?”

With his head on the pillow, his dark eyes held mine.

“I want you. Nerdy, sexy. I love it all.”

I couldn’t help but smile. This big man, who had everything he could ever want–money, a successful career, family, a dog–wanted me.

“Now what?” I asked, my brain returning and with it, reality.

“I fuck you again.”

“I mean after,” I replied.

“I fuck you again.”

I laughed. “Mav.”

He flipped us so I was beneath him. He was up on his elbow, head resting against his palm. His free hand began to roam over me again, something he seemed to like to do.

“We go back to Hunter Valley and do our thing.”

“Do our thing?” I asked, running my hand through his hair.

“Note the word our. That means together. No running.”

“No more fake fiancées?” I countered.

“No more Jake Ryans?” he asked.

I had to smile because, God, what insanity.

“You’re my Jake Ryan,” I assured him.

“That’s right, baby. All yours.” He was looking into my eyes as he said that.

I twisted my lips to the side. “We’ve only known each other a few days.”

He shrugged. “I want all the days, Bridget. You, me, Scout. All the days.”

He lowered his head and kissed me.

I didn’t know it was possible to fall so hard, so fast, but it happened. I hadn’t been looking, but I’d found him. Or he found me. No manhunt needed. Only an iced coffee and a sex quiz.

I wanted all the days with him too. No more running. It was time to stick and look to the future.