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Chapter 18
Maverick
Mav woke, cocooned in warmth, and he rubbed his face against the heat. When he realised the strands of his hair moving in time with the breaths of someone, he tensed. Seconds later, he relaxed again when he realised it was Douglas, then tensed again when he realised it wasDouglas.
A rumble of laughter vibrated from Douglas’s chest to Mav’s jaw, and he bit his lip at the shiver working its way down his spine.
“Good morning.” Douglas’s hand slid to Mav’s shoulder and squeezed. His fingers began creating a delicate pattern on Mav’s skin.
“Morning.”
“Stop thinking so hard.”
Mav couldn’t. The previous night was like a slideshow through his mind, and he grimaced at what he’d revealed. There was nothing more off-putting than having someone verbally vomit their issues to another person. What must Douglas think of him now?
Mav frowned when his slideshow showed the last scenes of the night before he fell asleep. Douglas had held him tightly, and Mav had never felt more cared for and safe. It was an illusion of the night. It had to be. No one would want him when all he did was push people away and ignore their needs.
“I’m sorry for last night. I didn’t mean to—”
He squeaked as he was flipped onto his back, caged and covered by Douglas’s body. Douglas paused, stared at him and slid his hands under Mav’s shoulders until he could cup Mav’s head. Their faces were close, and Mav could see every fleck of blue in Douglas’s eyes.
“I’m glad you told me, but they were both wrong about what they said, and they were wrong for you. If someone means something to you, you work for it. You work to fix what’s wrong; you work to make things right. If things can’t be fixed, you end the relationship. You don’t cheat and lie and blame the other person. That’s not how relationships work.”
Douglas’s thumbs were distracting, smoothing along Mav’s cheeks, but he understood what Douglas was trying to tell him; however, understanding was not the same as believing. He swallowed hard.
“It’s difficult…” His voice broke, and tears filled his eyes.
“I know. One day at a time.” Douglas leaned down and kissed away the tears that had leaked out. “You’re you. You don’t need to change for anyone.”
“Show me. Show me who you see.”
The corner of Douglas’s mouth lifted, and Mav’s breath caught. “What are your safe words?”
Mav’s heart raced. “Red for stop, yellow for slow down and green for keep going.” He could hardly speak.
“Good.” Douglas trailed his lips along Mav’s jaw to his ear. “Hold on to the headboard.”
Mav shivered again as Douglas nipped his lobe. He slid his hands under the pillows and gripped the slats, his entire body tingling. Douglas continued his kisses, mapping out a path down Mav’s neck when Mav tilted his head to the side. Douglas scraped his teeth along his shoulder, and Mav’s eyes fluttered.
“Close your eyes.”
Mav allowed his eyelids to close, surrendering to the sensation of Douglas’s mouth as it travelled down his chest to his nipples, which were reaching for Douglas’s touch before he arrived. Douglas’s tongue flicked over one straining bud, and Mav arched his back and moaned. Fire lit his nerves and arrowed to his groin, hardening his cock further. When his nipple was wet, Douglas blew cool air over the tip and gave the same treatment to the other side. By the time Douglas stroked his tongue down Mav’s abs, Mav was squirming beneath him, wanting to see what Douglas was doing, but he’d been told to keep his eyes closed. It was becoming harder and harder to do the more Douglas touched him.
“Sir, please!”
“Colour?”
“Green! Please! My eyes…I can’t…I want…” Mav couldn’t figure out what he was trying to tell Douglas while Douglas was rolling his balls in his hand.
“I think you need the blindfold.”
Mav sighed and settled further into the mattress. His Master knew what he needed. Mav would be fine.
The bed dipped and rolled several times, and Mav resolutely kept his eyes closed, though he ached to see what Douglas was doing.
“Here we go.”
