Page 42 of Bane's Beginning

I tried to hide the shock on my face by closing my eyes. Did he really just say he loved me?

I felt his lip press against mine and I opened my eyes to meet his.

“That’s right, Thea,” he said, making his strokes deeper and perfectly pressing against my g-spot. “You heard me right, babe. I said I love you and this little tight pussy of yours.”

Every word he said, he pounded into me in sync as if to make his message clear. Well, message delivered because something felt like it broke in me, but not in a painful way, in a freeing way, and the orgasm rising up in me wasn’t helping either. I was completely entranced in the beautiful moment Maverick and I were sharing together.

Maverick flipped us over so I was riding his dick on top of him. He gave me one of his delicious smirks as he saw the way I was coming undone because of him. His thumb found its way to my clit and started rubbing circles into it. I cried out as the new sensation mixed with his thick cock drumming in and out of me was sending me over the edge.

“That’s it, baby,” he grunted. “Let it out. God, you look so fucking beautiful when you take my cock.”

His words sent me over the edge and I drowned in one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had. My whole body was on fire and Maverick was the fuel making me burn even brighter. I had no chance fighting the flames and not being consumed by him.

“I love you,” I cried out as I continued to ride out my orgasm. “Fuck. I love you, Maverick Walker.”

He grunted and plunged his cock deep inside of me as he reached his own orgasm, sending another wave of pleasure through my body. Before either of us could react, rain fell from the sky as if the floodgates just opened. I screamed as the cool water hit my back, drenching us. We both started laughing. I tried to get off him, but he just pulled me back down and got on top of me before he started fucking me again.

I didn’t believe in omens, but fuck, if I did…

Chapter 22: Maverick

Thank fuck the rain finally stopped. If you told me a month ago that I would be not only fucking a girl in the rain but also telling her I loved her, I would have laughed my ass off. But, here I was at one of the most sentimental places I had with the woman who had been driving me crazy since the first moment I laid eyes on her.

I watched her try and put her soaked jeans on and grimace at the awful feeling. She caught me staring at her and I laughed.

I heard my phone ring in my pocket and I pulled it out. Thankfully, I had a waterproof case.

“What?” I said into the phone.

“Uh,” Crash said back to me. “The prospects just pulled up in the van and they had a fucking guy with his face beat in knocked out in the back. He matches the description of Preacher.”

“What do you mean they just fucking pulled up?” I said with the anger prevalent in my voice. “Did they not think to call us first?”

Crash laughed into the phone. “Said he spotted them and tried to run. You know Blake, always down for a fucking fight.”

“Fuck,” I groaned. “I’ll be there in an hour. You know what to do.”

I clicked to end the call, and saw Thea staring up at me, trying to decipher my conversation. I just wrapped my arm around her shoulders and started to lead her back to my bike.

Despite the prospects being fucking idiots, I was actually happy that we finally got a lead on the dealer. Let’s hope this prick was actually Preacher and not some fiend at the wrong place at the wrong time. Either way, once he woke up strapped down in our basement, I was going to get some answers.

***

“What do we know?” I asked my brothers, Crash, Hollywood and Ares as we stood in our basement. Under the clubhouse, we had some small dingy rooms that some would say resembled a prison, but the jury was out on that one. In front of us sat a bloodied man strapped to a steel chair. He was passed out again and sitting in only his boxers.

“You’re not going to like this, Prez,” Crash said. I looked up at him eager for his response. “He’s got a Sons of Sorrow marker on his back.”

It felt like a gut punch, but things were finally starting to make sense. We knew not all of the Sons were dead. Those pussies ran to the hills when they couldn’t get to us, but to have them back, stepping into my territory, words couldn’t describe the fury that ran through my body.

“Wake him up,” I said to Ares, and he walked over to the hose and turned it on, spraying cold water all over the piece of shit until he finally started gasping for air.

“Have a good nap, you piece of shit?” I asked him and he turned his head so his swollen eyes could try and make me out. We kept the basement dark on purpose. The only light came from two tiny wall lamps by the door.

“About time you showed up, Bane. My feelings were starting to get hurt.”

“Who are you?” I said, ignoring the idiot’s taunting. There was no way he was getting out of here alive, so his words didn’t serve any purpose to me.

“Preacher,” he said. “We had a bet going how long it would take you idiots to figure out it was us fucking with you. No one thought it would take this long. I’m not telling you shit, so you might as well kill me.”