Chapter Eight
Maverick
The girls are only days old, which means they sleep most of the way home, and straight through to us putting them in their cribs. It’s the first I’ve seen their room and Julie has gone all out with tiny white lights, delicate lace fabrics, and a beautiful garden mural.
“Did you do this yourself?” I ask, settling the little girl I’m holding into her crib.
“It took me months, but it was a labor of love and kept me busy while I was waiting for the birth.” Her eyes widen and she turns toward me after setting the baby in her crib. “How did you do this? I mean, what even prompted you to call Henry for the lady’s number?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. Seeing you cry and feeling your pain… I wanted you to be happy, and I knew those kids wouldn’t be loved the way they should be. My parents almost put me up for adoption when I was born. Instead, they spent four years treating me like the parasite they didn’t want before they finally threw me away. I can’t remember the details, but my soul does. Somehow, it just does. I called the social worker to see if she could talk to the parents or do something… anything… that’s when she told me the parents had already changed their minds.”
She barrels into my arms, her lips on mine, her hands winding through my hair, her skin soft, like the petals of a rose. “I want you,” she says. “I’ve wanted you since the very first night you rescued me from that god awful hotel. I wanted you all weekend long. I wanted you before I left for that speech today.” She moves her gaze to mine. “Now… I need you.”
I blow out a breath and tighten my grip on her hips, my cock hard at the sound of her words. “I need you too.”
She looks at both girls again quickly, making sure they're safe, before tiptoeing out of the room, and pulling me toward the bedroom. It’s a pretty large cabin, but all the rooms are clustered together, so we’re just a few steps away from the mattress.
Tearing off her dress, she keeps her eyes on mine, needy and excited, desperate for me in a way I’m not sure I’ve ever been looked at before. Following her lead, I strip down myself, then stare at her naked body. It’s the body I’ve been fantasizing about for days, the one that stands before me in the broad daylight with every curve and valley on display. Her slit is swollen and dripping wet, aching for my touch. She bites her bottom lip and steps forward staring at me with desire as she bends to her knees in front of me, taking my length into her soft lips. She kisses the tip, then runs her tongue down over my cock as I fist her hair to the side and watch her work.
Fuck. My legs tremble as she sucks harder and harder, pumping me in her fist as her tongue swirls and suctions. I need to fuck her, claim her, make her mine for good. I need to put my seed inside of her, and let it grow.
I guide her up from her knees and lay her on the bed, admiring the red, swollen mound splayed out before me. “Who do you belong to?” My voice is low, and dark.
“You,” she croaks, spreading her legs wider. “Make sure I belong to you.”
I tip my head between her legs and kiss down over her thick thighs, tracing my hand along the instep of her foot as I lick her clit, circling, suctioning, twisting, flicking. She squirms beneath me, hardening my erection.
She grabs hold of my shoulders, her fingernails clawing into my skin as she moans out for more.
My hand moves up her inner thigh and into her slit, my fingers spreading into her wide as I make an upward scratching motion toward her g-spot. She’s tight and her channel hugs me as I pump. When her hips begin to grind, I know I’m hitting the right spot.
“Yes, right there. Right there.” She grinds harder as my tongue flicks and my hands stroke. “Fuck me, Maverick. Fuck me hard. I need you to fill me up.”
Any other day, I’d deny her, tease her longer. Today, I might be more desperate to feel that pussy than she is to have me. I lick up on her clit a few more times and kiss her outer lips gently before moving over her stomach and up toward her neck.
“And what happens when I fuck you, Julie?”
She shivers. “I’m yours.”
“That’s right, and I’ll be the only one to touch you. The only one to fuck you. The only one to love you.” I growl the words possessively, my soul needing to know I belong in her arms and the reassurance of her love.
Her gaze softens on mine and she holds her hand on the side of my face. “I’m never letting you go, Maverick Clay. I promise you that. You’re mine just as much as I’m yours.”
My name on her lips is like music, soft, beautiful comforting music that I want to hear again and again. I kiss her lips and hold her naked body against my own, her breasts pressed against my chest, the hard spears of her nipples like beautiful pink swords poking into me. I lower down and suckle each one, moving from one to the other as she threads her hands into my hair.
“I need you, Maverick. Please,” she whines again. This time it’s too much to handle. I need her body. I need her now.
“We don’t have a condom,” I say. “You—”
“I am having your babies! That’s what I want. I want you. I want this family with you.”
I’ve been thinking it, and I’m pretty sure I’ve said it, but hearing her say the words gives me even more affirmation. My whole life I’ve been trying to figure where I belong and here, I am, about to have everything.