Page 136 of Reckless Hearts

Her hips jerk when he touches her.

It courses through me.

Every tremor. Every broken breath. Every desperate shift as she rocks toward his hand.

Behind her, Maverick growls, voice thick with possession. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Callie whimpers, her forehead dropping to my chest. I slide a hand up her back, up and down in smooth motions, trying to soothe her.

I watch the tension ripple through her as Maverick works her open, one hand gripping her ass, the other… lower. Deeper.

“Relax for me,” he murmurs. “Let me in, Callie.”

She lets out a long, broken breath. Her thighs quiver.

“Good girl,” he breathes. “Just like that.”

Her whole body shudders as he presses deeper.

“That’s my girl.” His growl is rough, reverent, completely undone.

He’s taking his time.

That obscene, wet slide. The way she moans. The way she arches.

The way she reaches for it has me tearing at the seams.

Maverick chuckles, dark and low. “You like it when I stretch your pretty ass, don’t you?”

Callie whines, rocking her hips back into him. She’s panting our names like a prayer. I can hear how good he’s making her feel, stretching her, finger by finger.

Maverick’s voice drops to a whisper, but every syllable hits like a brand. He’s stroking his cock with one hand, positioning himself with a low, appreciative hum.

“Can’t wait for this ass to clench around me.”

She arches above me, taut with tension, breath stuttering against my cheek, as he presses into her. She’s shaking, and her nails dig into my chest as she tries to steady herself.

What I want, what Ineedis to watch Maverick sink into her. The way she stretches around him. My cum still glistening, slicking his way in.

I picture it anyway.

His hands on her hips, thumbs spreading her open. Her body gives way, inch by inch, like it was made for him. The flushed pink of her skin. The tight heat of her taking him deeper and deeper.

My cock twitches, hard again, the ache nearly unbearable.

Callie cries are soft and broken, and fuck, it’s the hottest sound I’ve ever heard.

“Good girl,” Maverick groans, voice low and ragged. “You feel so good.”

She shifts, hips jerking, trying to breathe through it. Her head drops to my shoulder as whimpers escape, and her whole body quivers with the stretch.

Maverick pauses, fully seated deep inside her, and leans forward. His chest brushes her back as he sucks on the soft bottom of her ear.

“You feel that? The way your body’s gripping me? Like it knows I belong here.”

I slide my hands up her sides. I can’t move. Can’t breathe.

Watching them. Feeling her. Being here. It’s almost too much.

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