Page 53 of Ruse
Relief washes over his eyes. “God, I’m so glad you’re okay. Wait, what the hell? Are you naked?” His gaze drops to the towel wrapped around me, suddenly anxious and uncomfortable.
“Well, I was about to shower B, you’re the one barging in on me in the middle of the night.”
He shakes his head as if remembering why he’s at my door. I’m surprised he’s even home, given how wasted he was earlier, I assumed he was going to crash at Fitz’s place, or go home with whatever needy chick he could mindlessly fuck.
“Donovan said you just left. I was worried about you after everything that happened.” For the first time in months, I see sincerity in my brother's blue eyes when he looks at me. A genuine worry and regard for my safety and wellbeing. It’s unnerving but I can’t say I don’t like it. I missed him, more than I care to admit.
“Well now, you see I’m fine, goodnight, Brooklyn.”
I dismiss him and he turns to walk away, but just before he takes the first step, he extends his hand blocking me from closing the door. “Where’d you go?” he asks, a hint of curiosity and suspicion etched in his question.
“What do you mean?” I mutter way to anxiously, hoping it’s not visible in my nervous expression.
My brother lifts a brow and runs his fingers through his dirty blond hair. “Maverick’s car is in the driveway. Did you see him when you came in?” Uncertainty coats the blue of his eyes, and I must bite on my tongue to keep calm.
“I came straight here as soon as I left. I don’t know when Maverick came in,” I answer dismissively.
He doesn’t look convinced, but he drops it. The alternative is just too awkward a truth for him to even imagine.
* * *
I’mready for you baby, let me have it.
And like an obedient little girl I complied.
I awaken with a pounding headache, an inconceivable shrill pain digging at my temples and forcing my head down on the pillow like a heavy cement block tied around my neck weighing me down. However, the ache in between my legs, the erotic, tantalizing sparks have me squirming on the mattress in an almost painful pleasure. An ache so intense I feel as if I’m going to explode.
I force my eyes open, immediately remembering the events of last night, a flash of memories of the embarrassment I made of myself, throwing myself at Maverick like some needy, desperate hussy. Or worse like Tatum Mortimer.
I can still feel the weight of his body on me, the feel of his lips and mouth kissing me, tasting me, and bringing me to the precipice of the most intense and surreal pleasure I’ve ever experienced.
Forcing myself out of bed, I quickly shower and get dressed, heading down to the kitchen to order brunch before Donovan and Olly arrive. I do not want to keep my two besties waiting.Hangrydoes not look good on them.
To my surprise, the two of them are already in my kitchen, dancing around making themselves mimosas and a pitcher of Bloody Mary’s. However, it’s the potent scent of coffee that hits me like a wave of happiness.
“Oh, sweet God, thank you for giving me such amazing friends,” I shout out, rushing toward the kitchen counter and reaching for a mug, pouring myself a cup of coffee. I lean over and hug Donovan from behind. “Thanks, Dee,” I say, leaning my head on her shoulder.
“Anytime, babe, though I’m not the one who made the coffee.” I watch her, confused by what she’s saying.If it wasn’t her, then who?
I’m too lost in my thoughts to notice their gazes drift behind me.
“If I would have known you’d be this grateful over a cup of coffee, I’d have made you one a lot sooner,sis.” My skin prickles with goosebumps at the sound of his deep, raspy, morning voice. Maverick walks up behind me, running his stubble-covered chin against my bare shoulder, making the nerve endings in my pussy, fire off like they weren’t just getting the same attention from him last night.
I feel him inhale as he runs his nose through my hair. “Mmm, I’d do anything to hear that sound leave your lips, again.” Suddenly my cheeks flame, knowing well enough he isn’t talking about the moan I let out when the sweet aroma hit my nostrils as I walked into the room. No, he’s referring to last night as I moaned and called out his name while I rode his fingers and came all over him.
I take a sip of my coffee, trying my hardest to ignore the heat traveling down between my legs, reminding me just how incredible last night really was, and climb onto one of the kitchen stools.
In front of me, Donovan and Olly stare in complete and utter shock, like they’ve just seen a ghost or something unbelievable, eyes open wide, and jaws dropped to the floor. “Are we still down for Geoffrey’s?” I ask, ignoring Maverick’s inappropriate comment and their reactions to his nearness.
Dee snaps out of it first, reaching for the bottle of champagne sitting in a bucket of ice on the counter, her gaze flicking back and forth between Mav and me. I know she’s trying to read the situation, and I hope she does soon because I have no fucking clue what’s going on. My best friend is the most inquisitive, and intuitive person I know.
“Well, I just called and placed the order, used your credit card by the way. It’ll be here in twenty. I let them know it was urgent.”
“Good,” I utter back curtly, taking another sip of the warm, delicious, and bold coffee in my hand. That’s when I feel him take a step back, but the awkward and heat filled tension in the room continues to threaten to smother us in a thick, heavy fog, lingering around the room. God, please make it stop. I can’t bring myself to meet Maverick’s gaze when he walks around me and reaches for the pitcher of Bloody Mary’s in Olly’s hand. I can feel his eyes stuck on me like the tackiest glue there is.
My jaw drops when I catch sight of him, wearing black basketball shorts hung low on his waist and nothing else. The perfectly defined muscles of his chest, abs, and back make my mouth water, and by the looks on my friends faces, he has that same effect on them.
“So, guys,” Maverick interjects, leaning back against the island countertop. My gaze follows the muscles of his lower abdomen, down to the deep V hidden behind the thick waistband of his shorts. “Did you notice Phoenix just disappeared from the party last night? You know after the whole fight broke out. I wonder where she went?” The asshole winks at me and I know I’ve been caught staring.
