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Ava

I ’ve barely closed the passenger door to the truck before Maverick has slung me over his shoulder, walking us to the front door. My laughter bounces off the pine trees as I admire how good Maverick’s ass looks from this view.

“You promised me dessert, and I’m fully planning on cashing in on that,” Maverick says as he swats my ass, earning another hearty laugh from me.

We move through the door, and I quickly find myself landing on the mattress, looking up at Maverick.

The look in his eyes has my heart stilling.

There’s no hiding the pure adoration painted all over his face.

I’ve dreamed up a lot of things I never thought would be possible, but never in my wildest dreams would I have dreamed up a man like Maverick.

He hears me even when I don’t say a word.

He knows my heart on a level that doesn’t seem possible for how long we’ve known each other.

Somehow, our pasts have perfectly prepared us to be just right for each other.

I’ve never believed in fate. Life has done me dirty far too many times for me to think fate could be real, and if it was, my fate was a shit show.

But somehow , Maverick and I ended up exactly where we needed to be, at just the right time.

That sounds a whole lot like divine intervention, if you ask me .

“So, what sounds good for dessert?” I playfully quirk an eyebrow up at him.

His muscled arms frame my body, and I can’t look away from his face.

His sharp jawline, the little bit of scruff peeking through, and the way his nose is slightly crooked, either by a mishap with the boys or a riding incident, I suppose.

I’d ask him about it, but his steely grey eyes are burning for me, and I love that. “I think I would rather show you.”

His hands go to work on my zipper, quickly working my clothes off my body, which seems so unfair, considering how damn good he looks with his shirt off.

I have a desperate need to get my hands on his skin, to feel him against me.

He sits me up enough to pull off my shirt, leaving me in my matching red bra and panties.

“Ava, baby, you’re killing me,” Mav says as he runs his hands across my ribs and slowly moves up until his thumbs are against the underside of my breast. “This has to go. I want to see all of you.” He wraps his arms around me, and I feel my bra slip off, leaving my top half bare to him as I sit on the edge of the bed.

He leans down, kissing the side of my neck, causing a fire to erupt in my core.

“You know, I think you deserve some payback for making me wait.” His voice comes out husky, and it has me squeezing my eyes closed at the rush I feel.

His lips graze over further down until he meets my neck.

His teeth gently bite into me, and a moan tumbles out of me as my hands fly to the back of his head, desperate to keep his touch.

He pushes my shoulders back until I’m flat on the bed.

“Scoot up, baby.” Digging my heels in, I push back until my head hits the pillows.

He strips off his shirt, and I get the view I've been waiting for; his chiseled chest rises and falls quickly as desire starts to overcome him.

The lust in his eyes is hot enough to catch this whole damn cabin on fire.

His body crawls over mine, and I strongly debate begging him to touch me to relieve some of the need twisting tight in my core.

His lips roam up from my belly button all the way up to my breasts. He looks up at me as he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. It becomes too much and not enough all at once. “Maverick, please, for the love of god, fuck me.”

“Sorry, sweetheart, we aren’t playing by your rules. You made me wait, and now you can get a taste of your own medicine.”

“If I say I’m sorry, will that speed things along?” There’s a rasp to my voice I don’t recognize.

He shakes his head as he slowly works his way back down, my thighs rub together trying to get some friction—literally anything to ease the tension building inside me. My pussy feels like it’s aching, dying for something to fill it up.

My eyes stay locked on him as he stops right above my panties. I roll my hips up, hoping he will put me out of my misery.

“Are you that desperate for me, sweetheart?” The glee in his eyes is infuriating. He’s loving this, watching me practically beg for even a sliver of a touch.

“I hate you.”

“You won’t be saying that later when you come all over my cock.”

I go to fire off a smartass retort, but it gets stuck on my lips when he pulls my panties to the side and glides a finger through my core. The brief movement sends shivers up my body. Finally.

“Ava, baby, you are making a fucking mess down here. Look how wet you are for me. I should tease you more often.” Propping up on one elbow, he swipes his fingers through me and brings his fingers to his lips.

“Sweetest dessert I've ever tasted.” If I thought desire had sparked before, it’s full-on flaming after that.

I watch him intently as he licks each finger clean, like my dripping wet pussy is the finest delicacy he’s ever tasted.

His eyes close with the movement, and I feel like I’m going to combust from the heat within.

His eyes land back on me, as he brings his mouth down to my clit.

When he sucks it into his mouth, my hips jerk.

He tsks, “You’re going to stay nice and still while I eat my dessert.

” His forearm splays across my hips, holding them down as he dives in.

His tongue dives as deep in as it can, and I relish the relief it brings.

When he slips a finger in, I feel the edges of an orgasm building. My breathing becomes more rapid as my pussy grips on to his fingers. I feel myself getting wetter, and the sounds that come out of my mouth don’t even sound like myself. It would be embarrassing if I weren’t so lost in it all.

“Oh my God, Mav. I’m going to come.” The second the words are out of my mouth, he halts, withdrawing his fingers from my pussy and pulling his mouth back. I swear I whimper at the sight of it. “What the fuck?”

“Oh, you thought I was done teasing you? Not yet, baby.” His lips glisten with my wetness smeared across his face.

That shouldn’t be so fucking hot, but it is—seeing myself all over him.

He wipes off his mouth with the back of his hand as he scoots off the bed and unbuttons his pants.

“The only place you’re going to be coming tonight is on my cock. ”

My head nods without my permission. I think at this point, I’ll go along with anything he says as long as it ends with me finally getting to come.

When his cock springs free, my pussy clenches down again.

There are a lot of things I love about Maverick.

He’s genuinely the best person I have ever met, and some days, I can’t believe that he’s mine.

But good lord, my husband’s cock ranks way too high on the things I love about him.

I’ve never been fucked like this. He makes my loud mind shut off and be at his mercy, and I love it.

He grabs a pillow from beside me. “Lift your hips,” he says as he slides the pillow under me.

His large hands grip my knees, spreading them wider.

My eyes are locked on him, and his are locked on my pussy.

I’ve never felt more confident in my life than the moments this man looks at me with this level of hunger.

He drags the head of his cock up and down, gathering my wetness on the tip, while his hands hold my knees up almost to my chest. He slides in me with one swift thrust, taking me by surprise. My eyes roll back at the sensation of being so fucking full. My hands grab his, and I lock eyes with him.

Thrust after thrust, he digs deeper, leaning forward and hitting areas I’ve never felt before. A feeling comes over me, and I feel a flood rush out.

“Fuck yes, Ava. Squirt on my cock, drown it.” He throws his head back as his fingertips dig into me.

I feel the sensation over and over again as it trickles down to the pillow beneath me.

His pace gets quicker, and with every stroke to my G-spot, I feel the flicker of another orgasm.

Building, building, building until it feels so fragile that I shatter.

Mav’s pace stays steady until he stills, filling me up until his breathing is the only sound in the room.

He collapses down on my chest, and we take a second to gather ourselves.

When he lifts his head, he leans in, kissing me deeper and with more emotion than I was anticipating. Leaving me feeling cherished and loved.

“I need to get you cleaned up.” He pecks my nose, and I let out a small laugh .

I’ve known for a while how screwed I was, because there was no other way.

No matter how hard I fought, no matter what I told myself and others, I was never going to win this fight.

Being with Maverick feels as natural as breathing.

Like this is where I was always meant to be.

I can no longer deny he’s stolen my heart.

There’s a sense of calm that comes with his presence, and after a life of being constantly on edge, I want to sneak in closer and hang on to that feeling for dear life.

Maverick slips out of the bed and starts the shower for us. It feels better than it should, having someone take care of me like this, and I think I’m done fighting it. If he wants to love me, then I’m going to let him because I love him too.