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And please don’t break mine.
I didn’t have thecajonesto say that second bit, because I knew it was going to happen, I just had to accept it.Maverick Roy was the perfect glass of pinot noir on a blustery autumn day while curled up by a cozy fire with a warm blanket and a book.
And everyone who knew me knew I’d rather die than give up my pinot.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Maverick
IgaveGabrielletwomore orgasms on Wednesday morning before she left to go home and work, then another five Thursday morning when I sent her a dirty text about how hungry I was for my breakfast between her legs, and she raced over to my cabin wearing two different shoes.
I took Laurel and Honor to woodworking Thursday night, where we started gluing pieces of wood together and clamping them until they dried, as the beginning of our bat box project.At first, we were going to make birdhouses, but then Laurel suggested bat boxes instead, since there were loads of bats on the island.So we pivoted.
When I dropped the girls off at home later that night, they were grinning from ear to ear, chatting about all the different things they wanted to build, and how cool it was that the carpenter was this short, maybe five-foot-one, beautiful, blue-eyed, blonde woman who wore her hair up with a contractor’s pencil.I loved seeing them inspired and learning that women could do anything men could do—and more.
I followed them up the steps to Gabrielle’s front door, and Laurel let us inside.“Why’d you bite my mom’s neck?”she asked, toeing out of her shoes and placing them on the shoe shelf before hanging up her jacket.“That’s just weird.”
Heat rushed into my face.
“Yeah.If my future boyfriend ever tries to bite my neck, I’ll punch him in the face,” Honor added, making a face of disgust.
“All right, that’s enough,” Gabrielle said, coming into the kitchen with a mild look of horror on her pretty face.“Leave poor Maverick alone.I told you before, Laurel, sometimes when grown-ups kiss, they get … a little carried away, and teeth get caught in the mix.”
Laurel shot me a look that I could only interpret as a warning, like: don’t get carried away with my mom’s neck again.
I tried so hard to keep my face in check and not smirk, but damn, it was hard.The girls were so cheeky and clever.I loved hanging out with them.It was a shame Sam didn’t feel comfortable joining us, but maybe after hearing from her cousins about how fun the woodworking was, she would change her mind.
“Go get ready for bed,” Gabrielle said to her daughter.“And Honor, your mom is waiting for you at home, honey.”
Honor nodded and her slender shoulders rounded on a big sigh.“Fine.”
“I’ll see you both tomorrow evening for watercolor, right?More movement in the trees.We’re going to make them sway so hard.”
Both girls gave me weird looks, like I was embarrassing the shit out of them—and I was here for it.So, just to add to the cringe factor a little more, I raised my arms above my head like tree branches and swayed them back and forth while making a wind sound by blowing out air.
“Just like this.”
They cringed.
Mission accomplished.
“Don’t do that … please,” Honor said.“It’s embarrassing.”
Gabrielle snorted.“Good night, Honor.”
Naomi’s daughter glanced at me.“Thanks for taking us, Mav.See you tomorrow.”
“You’re welcome, kiddo.See you tomorrow.”
She disappeared back out the door, and after thanking me, Laurel headed to her room as well.That left me and my lady fair.
Once we knew the kids were neither in sight nor earshot, I swooped in and wrapped my arms around her, plastering her back against the fridge and taking her mouth.She melted into me instantly.“I know it’s only been like nine hours since I was inside you, but I’m already going through withdrawal,” I said, raking my teeth across her jaw and down to her neck.She moaned and ground her pussy against my thigh, where I’d wedged it between her legs.
“I know.I keep thinking about … that thing you did with your tongue.”
“Yeah?Does it make you wet?”
She whimpered and nodded.
