Page 11 of Tattered
“Yes, you are, Private Night. It turns out I’m off early and we have plans, remember?”
“Oh, I remember alright. How could I forget?”
The sound of Graham chuckling registers in my mind but I don’t even care. This is just the first round of foreplay and I’m not about to miss out.
“Hurry up, then. I’m starting to get impatient and I feel like I’ve waited long enough.”
He grunts before tipping the bottle of beer taking a long pull before slamming the remaining contents down on the bar.
“Sorry, man. I got plans and gotta take off. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He grins, never taking his eyes off me.
Graham raises his beer to him before flashing me a knowing smirk. My face warms and he must be able to read my expression as he winks and drinks it down. Standing off to the side of the bar near the employee entrance, I wave at Nadia while I wait for Maverick to say his goodbyes.
His shoulders are tense as his muscular legs eat up the distance between us, approaching me. He doesn’t stop until his arm is wrapped around my lower back, ushering me out the door.
“You’re going to have to drive. I took an Uber here and I’m not in any condition to be behind the wheel.”
Reaching into my back pocket, I pull out the remote to my Jeep and press the unlock button. Maverick leads me over to the driver’s side door. Before opening the door, he cages me in against the side of the SUV and leans in, kissing me.
My hand wraps around the base of his neck, pulling him in closer to me. His tongue skates along my bottom lip as his hands clench my hips. I feel him against my stomach as he mutters a quiet “shit”, his body rocking against me.
He tilts his head back and whispers, “You better make this a quick drive or I’m not sure I’ll make it. I’m fucking dying to be inside of you.”
My eyelids lower at his words as I tilt my head back against the door.
“Then we should probably hurry.”
He moves to step back, opening the door for me and helping me inside. Turning the key in the ignition, the music blares to life. The sound ofSaving Abelblares through the speakers as I gaze over at Maverick. The grin that takes over his face is filled with so much pride hearing the lyrics.
My tongue skates along my lower lip, wetting my dry skin, as I put the Jeep in reverse and back out. Maverick’s hands are all over me as I drive. His hand resting on my thigh is making me crazy, to the point I’m having a hard time focusing on anything but the feel of his rough calloused skin on me. My thoughts play back the first and only time we’ve been together.
I let myself think about who else he could’ve been with over the years before I quickly push it out of my mind. I’ve dated while he’s been gone. I never expected for him to find his way back here, never expected for us to be together like this again.
None of the other guys have ever made me feel even a small fraction of what I felt when we were together. Pulling up along the side of Tattered, confusion lines Maverick’s features.
“I own the entire building. The upstairs is a loft apartment and the downstairs is our tattoo shop.”
Sliding out of the Jeep, we climb the stairs on the outside of the building leading to the balcony on the side. Standing in front of the door, Maverick’s hands wrap around my waist, pulling me in close. His cock is resting against the curve of my ass as he pulls my hair off the nape of my neck.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispers, his tongue tracing the shell of my ear, causing my skin to pebble and a chill to run down my spine. “It’s been awhile so I’m sorry if this first time is over quick, but I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
My earlier fear over how many women he’s been with is quickly tamped down. I know I can’t be bothered by him moving on. He’s a man and he has needs, but the thought of him fulfilling them with someone else makes my heart ache.
I don’t know how long he’s planning on being in town or when he is leaving again, so I tell myself to push all those negative thoughts aside and just enjoy the feel of being in his arms again. Even if it’s for tonight, if this is all I can have, I will make the most of it.
My hands fumble, but I finally slide the key in the lock and open the door. Maverick’s body is pressed behind me, urging me to hurry before the door is slammed shut behind us. The light above the oven in the kitchen is on, adding just enough light.
My back is pushed against the hard door and his body is once again on mine. Our hands and mouths are everywhere. Maverick’s hands clench the hem of my tank top before quickly whipping it over my head and tossing it somewhere behind him. His mouth is on me, tracing a line of kisses down my chest and over my stomach. Kneeling on the floor before me, he peers up at me. His long eyelashes combined with the lust on his face makes his gray eyes look even more beautiful.
He makes quick work of unbuttoning my shorts. The material quickly falls to the floor around my ankles. The ink covering my left thigh is fully on display for him now and his eyes skate over the design, trying to take it in. I know he’s searching for the hidden meaning before his eyes bounce back up to mine.
Biting my lip, I run my hand over his short hair. The prickly hairs adding friction to the soft skin on the palms of my hand. Wrapping the palms of my hands around his face, I bend forward and press a punishing kiss against his lips. Maverick lets out a deep groan as his hands clasp around my waist.
His mouth tears away from mine as he huskily commands, “Lean back, baby. I need to see you.”
I do as he says because the way the words pass his lips, I know he means it. Normally I would love pushing his buttons, but this is a side of Maverick I haven’t seen a lot of, but I fuckin’ love it. I want more of it. I want more of him and everything he’s prepared to give me.
He leans forward and presses a kiss to the ink covering my skin, trailing kisses up my leg to the apex of my thigh. His heated breath through the lace of my panties makes it difficult to stay on my feet, but I am not anywhere near prepared for what he is about to do next.
