Page 28 of Affliction
I stop and think for a minute for a reason as to why not. Other than the fact that this man is a stranger, I don’t have one. He was right about me feeling safe enough with him to fall asleep on him. And about the fact that I was immediately drawn to him. The fact that he got into my house and just watched me while I was asleep should piss me off far more than it does.
“I’ll make a deal with you.”
He leans back on the couch and throws a very muscular, heavily tattooed arm across the back of it. “Let’s hear it.”
“I’ll take a ride with you, if you don’t break into my house again.” I state, crossing my arms across my chest and lifting my chin.
He stands and walks over to me with a grin on his face. Stopping in front of me, he offers me his hand. Gazing into his eyes for a moment, I search for any hint of deception. When I don’t see any, I place my palm in his massive one and we shake on it.
“Good. Now that that is settled, go get dressed.” He orders, then walks back over to the couch and sits down.
Heading down the hall to my bedroom, I close the door behind me and begin to rummage through my dresser for an outfit suitable enough for a ride. I’ve never been on a motorcycle before, and the thought of being on one scares the shit out of me. I’m trying all kinds of new things the last couple of daysapparently,so fuck it.
I settle on a pair of light wash skinny jeans with rips in the pockets and down around the ankles, paired with my favorite black t-shirt that hangs a little bit off one shoulder and dips between my breasts in a low V. I pull everything together with a pair of high top Chuck Taylors and my black leather jacket. Once I’m dressed I go into the bathroom and brush out my hair, deciding against doing anything with it for now. I’ll tie it in a quick braid before getting on the bike so it doesn’t get wind-blown. I quickly brush my teeth, put on deodorant and a spritz of perfume then exit the bathroom.
Spotting the Ruger on my bed and the discarded magazine on the floor by the chair, I walk over to pick up the magazine then grab the weapon off the bed. I reload the magazine and click on the safety before placing it in the back of my jeans against the small of my back.
When I return to the living room, Maverick is standing by the front door with his keys in his hand and typing on his phone. He looks up when he hears me coming and a devastating smile appears on his face that stops me dead in my tracks just as I reach the dining room table.
“You look beautiful.” A blush creeps along my cheeks and I look down at my shoes to hide it. He walks over to me and lifts my chin with his forefinger.
“Don’t do that.” Before I can ask what he means, he brushes his thumb across my bottom lip and my heart starts to race. Sage green eyes search mine as he crowds my space a little more, and I instinctively step back,causing me to bump into the table. His hand falls from my face, and he places both palms flat on the table on either side of me, caging me in.
“Don’t try to hide from me.” He whispers against my neck, planting a soft kiss there. words coupled with the position he’s put me in, causes liquid heat to wrap around my spine.
“Uhm.” I say barely above a whisper, suddenly nervous…and hot. Why is it so hot in here? Maverick’s right hand leaves the table, and his fingers brush along the hem of my shirt. Looking down, I watch as his hand disappears underneath it and lightly trails up my side. The heat of his hands, along with the sensation of his light touch causes my entire body to break out into goosebumps. My breaths become shallow and I look up at him through my lashes.
“Are you nervous, Sweetheart?” He asks with a lopsided grin just as hands reach around my back and stop when his fingers touch my weapon. He lets out a low chuckle, and pulls the gun out from my jeans.
“Still thinking about shooting me, pretty girl?” He taunts as he drags the tip of the barrel across the middle of my back around to my stomach. My heart beats loudly in my ears and heat radiates in my core. Before I can register what’s happening, Maverick’s other hand leaves the table and grips the back of my neck–rough, but not painful. I gaze at him through hooded eyes as he rubs the cold steel back and forth across the top of my jeans.
“No.” The word comes out husky. With his hand still on the back of my neck, he forces me to look up a little more as he sticks the end of the barrel inside the front of my jeans.
“Good.” He pushes the gun lower so that the length of the barrel rests on top of my pussy, and the tip of it presses onto my clit. My lips part just in time for his to slam into mine, allowing him to swallow the moan that escapes me. His tongue dances with mine while he simultaneously slides the gun up and down my underwear in a slow and delicious rhythm. Myhips buck against the cold steel, chasing the friction I’m craving and I moan into his mouth once more. Just as I feel myself begin to tip over the edge, he pulls the gun out of the front of my jeans and slides it around my back, then gently places it back where he pulled it from. He then breaks the kiss, and takes a step back. My neck still cradles in his hand, my eyes flutter open and meet his. He watches as I try to regain control of my erratic breathing with that damned smirk on his face.
“Who are you?” He asks in a low, gravelly voice. I’m thrown off by his question and scold myself to keep my cool. He releases my neck and takes a couple steps backward, allowing me to stand and compose myself. Readjusting the gun against the small of my back and my jeans, I notice just how wet I am from him toying with me…with a weapon.I don’t have time to process how or why the hell that turns me on as much as it did, because he clears his throat and turns to walk toward the front door.
“You ready?” He asks playfully.
Flustered, I nod then reach for my purse and keys. Maverick opens the door for me, and I step out onto the front deck then unlock my Jeep.
“Uh-uh, you’re riding in my truck with me.” He says. That’s when I spot the big, totally blacked out Ram truck parked next to my vehicle. It’s gorgeous.
“Oh. Okay.”
“Don’t worry, I'll get you back here so you can be on time for whatever you have planned tonight.” He says as he closes the front door. I walk back to the door to make sure he locked it, and he did. Putting my key in the deadbolt, I lock that too, then jiggle the knob one last time and push the door to make sure it doesn’t open. Turning back around I notice he had to have been watching me. His eyebrows are pinched slightly in the middle as he looks at me but doesn’t ask questions. He ushers me off the porch with his hand pressed on my lower back and leads me over to his truck. Openingthe door for me, he waits until I'm inside to close it then rounds the hood and gets in the driver's seat.
The interior of the truck is black leather with red trim around the flat screen radio, the buttons on the steering wheel and there’s also red on the sides of the seats and on the door panels. It has that new car smell mixed with a hint of cologne that smells of sandalwood, leather and vanilla.
Maverick starts the truck andGiveby Sleep Token plays softly over the speakers after connecting to his phone. Sliding my eyes over to him, I catch the slightest smirk on his lips. He backs out of the driveway and we ride in silence. It’s not uncomfortable, which helps my mind and nerves settle from the events of the morning.
Fifteen minutes later we pull up to the gated entrance of a small subdivision. Maverick rolls his window down to punch in the code, and the gate slowly slides open. There are twelve houses that sit on a cul-de-sac, all of them are similar in style. They look like they’re shipping containers stacked on top of each other. Maverick slows down and pulls into the last driveway on the left hand side of the street.
The house is black metal siding with a copper colored trim. The front of it has a large, all glass front door with two windows. The upper level has a large deck with a black metal railing around it.This is gorgeous.He pushes the button on his visor and the overhead door for the double garage opens. He pulls inside and cuts the engine then exits the truck.
He appears at my door and opens it for me, offering me his hand to help me climb out. He steps outside of the garage but I don’t follow. Looking at the space around me, I notice that the garage is clean and organized. It’s not crowded with boxes or tools. There’s a large stainless steel refrigerator but not much else. I look over to the right of me and I see his street bike.
It’s an all black R1. I take a step closer to it to get a better look, and walk the length of the bike, running my finger along the seat as I circle it. Itlooks brand new. Looking back up to the truck, I notice that it also looks brand new, as if he’s just driven both off the lot today and hasn’t gotten the chance to drive either one of them.
