Page 60 of Ruse
Let’s just say it's what gets him off.
“What do you want, Carter?” I don’t bother turning to face him, instead catch his reflection on the mirror across from me. He meets my gaze in the mirror, forcing another shiver through me only this time, it follows the trail straight between my legs.
My body trembles, nearly bending forward from the intensity of the feeling. Squeezing my thighs together, I try my hardest to suppress the moan that’s about to fly out of my mouth. Mav catches on, his teasing smirk back in place.
This is the first time we’ve been this close, alone, since that night in his bedroom. I’d avoided him the following week, spending most of my afternoons and evenings with Darcy and Donovan going over what needed to be done for the fair. Joining the club has honestly been a godsend. Not only have I been able to avoid Maverick, but I’ve also skipped out on any dinners my father insisted on and have even kept my distance from my sulking brother.
Although, something about Brooklyn’s changed this week. He seems a little less,dead.
“I’ve missed you Nyx,” he breathes into my neck, his fingers sneak underneath my top, sensually grazing my ribcage moving up toward the edge of my bikini strap. Slowly and purposefully, he continues caressing my flesh, trailing his fingers underneath the swell of my breasts, down my stomach, tucking his fingers into the waist of my jean shorts.
“What the hell Mav!” I shout, abruptly turning around and crashing into his hard chest. A hand comes up to silence my screams, another down to my lower back pressing me against his growing erection, and as much as the dominant move both exhilarates me and turns me on, I push him off me before someone sees.
“Shh, don’t scream baby.” His fingers move back to the button of my jeans as he walks us backward, leading us behind the curtain of the tent and hidden from prying eyes. “You know how much that turns me on,” he groans deep and gravelly, trailing kisses down my neck while I arch back giving him the room to lick and tease me. “If you’re not careful, I might just take this sweet little cunt for a ride here and now. You know how little self-control I have when it comes to you.”
A moan escapes me making him chuckle deep, but I quickly bite down on my tongue to reel it back in. “Asshole,” I snap, turning away from him yet making no move to remove his fingers from the clasp of my jeans.
He expertly pops the button open making me gasp in shock. Another moan escapes me as his skillful fingers slip underneath the lace of my thong, instantly finding me wet and dangerously aroused. I close my eyes to drown out the surrounding sounds solely focusing on the euphoria of his fingers pressing against my clit as he cups me under my jeans.
My legs instinctively spread for him gaining him better access, allowing a long and steady finger to slip inside of me.
“Mav, we can’t,” I whimper for him, but he ignores me, bringing his free hand to my lips and shushing me.
“Don’t think Nyx,” he growls, deep and menacingly sexy. “Just feel baby. Feel the way your body craves my touch and the way it responds to me. It knows you’re mine, all that’s left is for you to catch up and realize it too.”
I throw my head back as my hips move against him, his words egging me on and bringing me to the edge ready to find the release I crave. But before I reach my climax, he stops, dropping to his knees and sliding my shorts and thong down my legs. The icy chill of the metal pole I’m pushed up against cools the heat of my flesh and makes me shiver.
I nearly scream the moment he blows softly against my pussy, his hot breath adding to the high sensation as he licks his way through my lips. I grab onto his hair, steadying myself as my legs tremble. God his mouth is a fucking wonder, expertly licking, sucking, and thrusting its way inside of me.
A loud sound, like something falling or crashing a few feet away, quickly snaps me out of my lust filled daze.
“Are you crazy?” I cry out, pulling his head back and jumping out of his grasp. I quickly pull my shorts back up and button them, smoothing my hands down the fabric. “Maverick, someone can see us, not to mention this can never happen again.”
Chucking hastily, he moves toward me, caging me against him once again. “Never say never, baby. Because I can guarantee it will and soon.”
My breathing quickens as I step around him, trying my hardest to put some distance between us before I say fuck it and drop to my own knees before him. “You’re out of your mind.”
He nods, all humor gone from his face. It’s unnerving the way he gazes into my eyes like he’s not only stating the obvious but manifesting it into the universe. “Yeah, but I’m in yours, and you’re in mine Nyx. The only problem is I’m starting to like you there.”
Giving me a soldier's salute, he walks backwards out of the tent and out of sight, leaving me with the male equivalent of a hard on. “Well shit,” I curse to myself.
I think he may be right.
I step out of the booth watching him disappear into the parking lot, when out of my peripheral vision, a brash movement catches my eye.
Chad steps out of the adjacent booth not looking happy in the slightest. His glare burns through me following the direction Maverick has just disappeared into.
Shit.I really hope he didn’t see anything. Not because I care in the slightest what he thinks, but because everyone finding out about Mav and I doing, whatever the hell it is we’re doing, is the last thing I need.
“Careful Phoenix,” he whispers arrogantly, Passing me on his way out. “Guys like him don’t stick around.”
Well, that’s all the confirmation I need. Chad knows, and soon enough, so will everyone else.
ChapterTwenty
MAVERICK
Have you ever had an emotion buried so deep into your being, it feels like you’ll never be able to feel it again? As if the mere ability to feel has been stripped away because of the amount of time you’ve spent not only suppressing it, but fighting it?
