Page 47 of Spurred On

“I’m going to tell Betty to run your ass over next time your back is turned to her,” Ava says, narrowing her eyes at me with a little bit of an embarrassed flush to her cheeks.

“So I take it, I won’t be taking Betty or her calf to the sale barn?” Jack raises his grey bushy eyebrows at me. I shake my head no, and he just chuckles under his breath. Somehow, I get the feeling Mabel has done this exact thing to him. He exchanges a look with her, and her sheepish smile confirms my suspicions.

After we finish eating, the chatter of voices fills the room, each one of us having our own conversations and laughs. My hand still firmly planted on Ava’s leg, I give it a squeeze, hoping now that dinner is done, we can leave. I was promised dessert, and I’m ready to cash in onthat reward. My thumb moves in slow, tortuous circles on the inside of her thigh, causing her to squirm in her seat. It appears I’m not the only one who’s all hot and bothered tonight.

“Well, I picked up a shift in the morning, so I am going to head out,” Aspen says.

“Yeah, all this wonderful food made me pretty tired. I am going to head out,” Rhett says, rising out of his chair. “Are we still going to pick up a load of hay tomorrow?” He looks to Weston, who nods his head, shoving a bit of his second helping of lasagna into his mouth. Honestly, how that guy is the skinniest of all of us is a mystery.

Taking advantage of Aspen and Rhett leaving at the same time, as always, I force my hand out of Ava’s thighs and say, “Yeah, we are probably going to head out too.”

“I’ll see you at work tomorrow, Ava!” Aspen says as she makes her way to her boots and slides them on.

“Hopefully, you two can have a nice, quiet day tomorrow,” Tommy says.

“You’re an asshole,” Aspen says, her eyes shooting daggers toward Tommy.

“What?”

“The Q word is banned in healthcare. You pretty much just cursed us to have the worst day ever,” Ava says, clearly feeling a little less reserved than normal. She’s either comfortable or pissed off. Either way, I like it.

“Well, in that case, I hope you have a busy day.”

“You can’t reverse Uno the Q word. But nice try. Goodbye, everyone!” Aspen says as she swings open the door. Rhett waves as he closely follows her out. We make our way to the door and say our goodbyes. My pace is picked up the second I hear the click of the door. Headinghome has never sounded as good as it does right now because I have plans for me and my woman. Plans that will take the entire night.

Chapter 27

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. Butsomehow, 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 onfire. 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.

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