Page 135 of Reckless Hearts

Maverick groans deep in his throat and tightens his grip.

He takes me deeper, swallowing me whole, fingers never stopping as they stretch me open from the inside out, and that’s it.

That’s the end of me.

I detonate.

My hips buck helplessly, fucking into him. My body seizes, every muscle locking down as I explode, hot and hard, wave after wave crashing through me.

He takes all of it, moaning like he’s starving for it.

I’m wrecked. Ruined. Gasping. My body trembles like I’ve never come before.

And when I finally collapse back, my heart’s pounding, lungs barely working as Callie kisses me, soft and slow, like I didn’t just lose my mind.

I blink at her, dazed. “Was I—” My laugh hitches on the breath. “Am I the bottom?”

She grins down at me, smug and sparkling and utterly in love.

“No,” she says, brushing her lips over mine. “You’re the lucky one.”

Maverick rises to his knees, jaw clenched, eyes locked on her like he’s already claimed every inch.

He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to.

His hand finds Callie’s hip, then slides lower, wrapping around her thigh. She shifts automatically, moving with him, and he guides her over me with confident, unrelenting pressure.

I’m still catching my breath when she’s suddenly above me, thighs bracketing my ribs, heat pulsing against my skin.

Her hair falls forward as she braces her hands beside my shoulders, searching like she’s trying to read my mind.

Maverick’s not done.

He plants one hand between her shoulder blades and pushes, not hard, but firm, until her chest lowers to mine, her back arching with the motion.

My hands land on her hips instinctively, steadying her.

His hands grip the sides of her ass, spreading her open.

Fuck.

His mouth parts, tongue out, and he lets it drip.

My cum. Onto her skin.

Between her cheeks.

My hips twitch, already stirring.

A low sound rips from my throat.

The sight alone, his cum-slick lips, the glisten on her flushed skin, the possessive way he holds her, has me spiraling.

He glances up, catches me watching.

And he fucking smirks.

Callie’s breath hitches, sharp, and uneven as she cuts crescents into my shoulders like she’s holding on for dear life.

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