Page 33 of Want You Back

Colt

“Blow my…?”I could be a little dense sometimes, especially about things like flirting. Which Maverick certainly was, what with the wide, almost feral smile. Then he flicked the lock on the doorknob and stalked toward me, and understanding dawned. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” He kicked off his boots. “Girls will be gone at least an hour, and I’m betting I can suck you off in under fifteen minutes.”

“We never did oral before.” Of all the things I could have said, including the more obviousyes, my mind chose to stick on that fact. The weeks between prom and graduation had been short, enough time for us to get good at hands and rubbing off, but not much else.

“I’ve spent two decades well aware of that oversight.” Maverick gave me an arch look. “And if you’re open to it, I’d dearly love to try.”

At least one part of me was more than intrigued by the prospect. Kissing was great. Touching was great. Maverick’s mouth was amazing. Surely, oral would be wonderful, especially with Maverick so eager to give it a go. However, I could only groan.

“We shouldn’t start something when we both know how it’ll end.”

“I don’t want to hurt you. Or myself.” Grin fading, Maverick sighed heavily. “But whether we act on it or not, there will always be something powerful between us.”

“I know.” I let my head flop back against my pillow. “Last night was a reminder of how damn much I want you. That sort of want and desire doesn’t happen very often for me. But you’ve always been the exception to my every rule.”

Despite my recent research on the topic, I was still learning the precise shape and contours of my demisexual identity. In the abstract, I didn’t crave things like kissing or sex, but specifically with Maverick or someone I cared deeply about, I had a powerful appetite for physical interactions. Alone with a locked door and Maverick was all sorts of tempting.

“I don’t take our connection lightly.” Maverick spoke carefully, as if trying to be respectful and persuasive. “What I’m trying to say is that I’d rather explore the connection and have as much time as possible together than regret never taking advantage of the opportunity.”

I considered his logic for several long seconds, during which his frown deepened.

“I’m also not going to beg.” He took a step back toward the door. “I want you fully on board, not reluctantly going along with steam-train Maverick.” Tone self-deprecating, he gestured at himself. His expression was surprisingly vulnerable. “I can go rustle up some food instead.”

Apparently, I found his uncertainty a turn-on because I patted the bed next to me. “I wasn’t saying no.”

“Oh?” Maverick stayed rooted to the spot. I didn’t blame him for being confused by my change of position. I also wasn’t entirely sure what I was doing. More time with Maverick, more kissing, more sex only meant more heartbreak for us both, but hell if I could send him away.

“Come here.” I patted the spot next to me again. “I’m a slow thinker, more so at the moment when I keep thinking about you blowing me instead of practicalities.”

“Screw practicalities.” Maverick finally approached the bed again. “You put everyone else first in your life. Do something for you once. If you want me?—”

“I always want you.” I snagged his wrist, pulling him closer.

“Good.” Maverick’s grin returned. “You can have me. However, unlike you, I’m still dusty from the trail, so I’d like to save your bed from my jeans.”

“Put ’em next to your boots,” I advised as I turned my phone ringer all the way up. “We’ll hear if the girls come back because the motion-sensitive doorbell camera will ping my phone.”

“Excellent.” Maverick stripped off his shirts and jeans before scrambling onto the bed in a pair of black boxer briefs. Continuing to grin, he straddled me like there was a chance of me escaping. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with your foot.”

“Not thinking about my ankle right now.” I chuckled, pulling him down for a kiss. Unlike last night, Maverick seized control, kissing me with a determined purpose rather than a leisurely reacquainting of two mouths. Accordingly, Maverick slithered down my torso in short order, yanking up my shirt as he went, peppering my neck, chest, and abs with kisses.

“You seem to have discovered a thing for ink while I was gone. Bad boy sheriff?” he teased.

“Coping mechanism.” My voice came out gruff. “I carry memories all damn day—my dad, Betsey, Willow as a baby. Weirdly, the tats help.”

I wasn’t about to tell Maverick that the first tattoo had been for him. I’d wanted to feel something, anything, and pain from a needle seemed slightly more sane than pain from a bottle of whiskey. Strangely enough, it had helped, and I’d gone back for several other pieces over the years.

“I’m glad. And they’re hot.” Maverick kissed along my biceps before returning to his journey south. He paused with both hands on the waistband of my shorts to gaze up at me, eyes soft and hopeful. “We good?”

“Yeah.” I exhaled in a rush as he pushed my shorts down and off. His eagerness was both arousing and unexpected. “I…uh…you really like doing this?”

“Love it.” Settling himself perpendicular to me, he playfully blew across the head of my straining cock. “Can’t wait.” He pressed a chaste kiss to either side of my cock before giving me another wicked grin. “I get off on doing it to you.”

“In that case, by all means.” That was what I’d wanted to hear, that he got enjoyment from the act itself and wasn’t doing it like another chore on the list. Speaking of, the way he’d rolled up his sleeves and attacked my list so I could rest my ankle had been an impressive reminder of Maverick’s best qualities.

Qualities I could ruminate on another time because Maverick moved from teasing me everywhere other than my actual cock to licking a broad strip from my balls to the tip of my cock, making me hiss and lose the power of rational thought.

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