Chapter 19
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“Morning Tanner.” Skittles places a swift kiss on my cheek as he passes by me.
I shriek and try to swat him as he runs off. Skittles and I have become pretty tight. He’s not much older than me and he’s really a sweet guy. I don’t think there’s an attraction between us whatsoever, so that makes it a good friendship. He is actually crushing on the girl who works the counter down at the Catfish Cabin. I played matchmaker and got her number for him the other day.
“Did he just kiss you?” A husky voice whispers in my ear and chills pop up on my skin.
Maverick’s eyes meet mine and I giggle. He doesn’t find it amusing apparently.
“It was a kiss on the cheek.” I roll my eyes. “I’m pretty sure you were sucking face with Roxy like three days ago.”
He glances around to make sure no one has eyes on us in the kitchen. “Don’t let him do it again.” His long fingers trickle along the skin between my crop top and shorts.
“Maverick,” I whisper through tight lips.
Anyone could see us. With a quick move, he guides me back into the pantry and closes the door.
“Seriously?” I ask.
He presses against me, pushing my back into the shelves. “I said don’t let him do it again.”
His hand reaches to grip my ass and he nips at my bottom lip. He’s only been touching me for all of three seconds and I’m already throbbing between my legs. His mouth finds mine and I grind myself against his thigh searching for any sort of friction. I know I stopped him the other day, but I’m on the verge of exploding. I want him to touch me. No, I need him to.
“Touch me, Maverick,” I say quietly.
With a low growl, he slides his palm onto my stomach, before undoing the button on my shorts. Is doing this in the pantry with a full clubhouse a smart idea? Probably not, but he’s not worried, so I decide to toss caution to the wind. When his fingers explore my slit, I let out a pleasurable groan.
“Baby, you gotta be quiet,” he says against my lips before taking them again.
He gently slides one of his fingers into my heat. He lifts head to look at me. After two slow pumps he slides in another. A slight hiss leaves my mouth and I watch the corner of his lip curl up. He’s enjoying this. It’s stretching me, but it feels so good at the same time.
“You're tight, Vix.” He puts more pressure on his thrusts and it hits a spot that makes my eyes roll back.
As his skilled fingers worked me, my hands clenched his shoulders. His lips lower to my neck, then my collarbone as I get closer to my climax. My skin starts to tingle, and a familiar feeling starts to intensify in my lower abdomen.
“Oh Go…” Maverick curls his fingers and I’m a goner. My eyes close and I cry out as he swallows my moans with his kiss. My release coats his hand as I ride out my orgasm until the very last lingering spasm.
By the time I regain my balance, and my breath, I look up to him smiling at me.
“What are you looking at?” I ask shyly.
He smirks. “Do you know how fucking beautiful you are?”
I shake my head and fix my shorts.
He brings his fingers to his mouth and makes a quick motion of tasting me. “Like I said. Don’t let him do it again.”
“Are you going to quit making out with every rando that walks in this club?” I ask with a raised brow.
He stares at me with a smug look on his face. There's my answer.
“That’s what I thought.” I brush past him, and out of the pantry. “Skittles can kiss me whenever he wants.” I say over my shoulder.
“Vix, I swear-,” he starts.
He’s cut off by his phone ringing. I scamper off just in time to avoid his wrath.