Maverick by Ashers, LeAnn (read dune TXT) 📕

lies on top of me as he falls apart with me. He is shaking. I kiss his cheek, both of us coming down from our high.

“Holy fucking shit. I am ruined,” I gasp.

His body starts shaking with laughter. He leans up, his eyes lit with pure happiness.

That’s all for me.

“I’ve been fucking ruined from the second I saw you, darlin’.” I smile widely, feeling pure happiness. I pull him down onto me.

Life can’t get any better.

9 Bell

I wake up smiling. Maverick is practically lying on top of me, holding me to him.

Burying my fingers into his hair, I rub his scalp and snuggle deeper into his arms.

It’s eight o’clock in the morning. I need to check with Ronny to make sure he’s okay.

Maverick lifts his arm, pulling me deeper under him, until he’s directly looking me in the face smiling. “Good morning.” His voice is rough from sleep.

Shivers run down my spine at the sexiest sound.

He arches an eyebrow and reaches under the covers to my pussy, cupping me. “Wet for me already?”

He rubs my clit slightly with his finger, still sensitive from last night. We had sex all night long. I’m not even sure how we’re even awake right now.

“I want one more from you,” he whispers in my ear before scooping me up. I laugh as he carries me into the bathroom.

* * *

I peek inside of Ronny’s bedroom to check on him. He’s still fast asleep. I walk into the kitchen and get busy making pancakes and bacon.

I hear the bedroom upstairs open while Maverick is flipping the pancakes.

We look up and Ronny walks down the stairs looking really unsure. “Good morning, honey, how did you sleep?” I ask.

He relaxes a little. “I slept good.” He looks unsure of what to do. I place banana slices on his plate with his pancakes and bacon.

“You both go on. I’ll bring everything to the table.” Maverick kisses me on the cheek and walks to the refrigerator.

“Come on, honey.”

Ronny follows me. I place his plate in front of him. “Did you make this?” he asks, picking up a fork. I smile, “I did.” I run my hand down the back of his head. I just want to scoop him up and hold him. I know it won’t take away everything that has happened to him.

“Do you have a favorite food?” I ask.

He shrugs. “I always wanted to make cupcakes from scratch.” He blushes and takes a bite of his bacon.

“We can make some cupcakes together. Would you like that?” I offer.

His eyes widen before he gives me a sheepish small, “With sprinkles?”

I giggle. “Like we can make cupcakes without it.”

He laughs with me, the world slowly falling from his little shoulders. Maverick walks from the kitchen, carrying our plates along with our drinks on a tray.

He sits down beside me. I reach under the table and put my hand on his leg.

He gives me a look but I ignore it, taking a bite of my food. He continues to stare. I just move my hand farther up his leg, stopping right before.

His hand closes around mine, stopping me,. I pull my hand loose, ignoring him and the fact I was being naughty.

I feel his eyes on me, my face growing hotter by the second in disbelief that I actually did that under the freaking breakfast table.

“Ronny, want to go get cleaned up? We will be up to bandage your back,” Maverick tells Ronny.

He runs upstairs and I slowly peek over at Maverick, who stands up, moving behind me.

His hand wraps around my neck, pulling me back until I’m looking up at him. “Wait until tonight, sweetheart. I wonder what your actions will get you.” He kisses me roughly, letting me know he’s in control.

I grin against his lips, kissing him back just as hard.

The front door is thrown open and I jump in shock, my heart pounding in my chest.

Maverick whips around, facing the intruder. “What the fuck are you doing?” he roars.

I fall off of the chair, hitting my mouth on the side of the table. I don’t even feel it as I scoot under the table in pure panic.

I’m scared out of my mind. I can’t see anything. I can’t breathe.

I can’t move.

Maverick

One of the newer prospects barges inside my house without fucking permission, holding stuff from the center that belongs to Ronny.

I glare at him, ready to fuck him up, when I hear a strange sound. I turn around to see Bell under the table with blood pouring from her mouth.

I fucking stop breathing. I push the table out of the way and bend down to lift her off the ground, carrying her into the kitchen and onto the island.

“Baby, breathe for me,” I plead when I notice her lips are turning blue. “Darlin’, please breathe for me” I cup her face, grabbing a towel and holding it up to her mouth.

Her eyes finally meet mine. “Yes, baby, look at me. Please breathe for me,” I plead with her, begging her with my eyes.

Her eyes roll back into her head and she falls forward. I catch her.

My eyes connect with the prospect who is standing there. Rage. That’s the only way I can describe how I’m feeling. It’s so fucking deep and pure. It’s all I feel.

“I’m going to fucking kill you.” I don’t even recognize my own voice.

He drops Ronny’s stuff onto the floor and runs out of the house. “Maverick, are you in the kitchen?” I hear Ronny ask.

FUCK.

He walks into the kitchen, taking in the scene in horror. “Did you hit her?” he accuses me.

I shake my head no. “She fell off of her chair. She had a panic attack. Do you ever get so scared sometimes you feel like you’re going to pass out?” I ask.

He nods. “I got so scared yesterday, I did this,” he admits, fucking shattering me.

“One of the prospects in my club scared her when he walked inside the house.”

Ronny’s face sets to anger.