Page 27 of Maverick
“I don’t remember him sleepwalking, but I stopped staying over when I was in my teens.”
“Maybe it’s part of getting older.” I shrugged, not having a clue in hell what I was talking about. “But probably worth mentioning at his next doctor’s visit.”
She laughed. “Oh, don’t worry. I have a list.”
I bumped her lightly with my shoulder. “I bet you do. And speaking of lists, let’s go back to your rules. We’ve got temporary and don’t call you ‘woman’. Anything else?”
“Hmm.” I could hear the smile in her voice. “I noticed Baller was getting his soul sucked out as we passed through the bar.”
“And you didn’t want to stay and watch?” I teased.
Silence.
I stopped in my tracks. “Kitty Kat,” I growled. “Did you want to watch Baller get a blow job?”
“Umm…” Her voice was high.
I realized she was still walking, and I jogged to catch up.
“You want to add watching to your rules? I can work with that.” I adjusted by dick in my pants. Knowing my Kitty Kat might be a Kinky Kat was hitting me hard.
“Uh, no. It’s just that I noticed several ready and willing ladies at the clubhouse. I’m sure that can be tempting, so rule three:While we are… entangled… we can’t be entangled with anyone else.”
“Done,” I agreed immediately. The thought of Kat finding release with any other man filled me with hot rage. If she needed relief, I would provide it. And the mere idea of being with another woman calmed my dick right the fuck down. As long as Kat was in town, there was nowhere else he wanted to call home.
“That was easier than I thought. I guess that’s it for now. Do you have rules you want to add?”
“Mmm. Can I make a rule that you don’t wear panties for the rest of your visit?”
“Mav!” She slapped a hand across my chest. “Absolutely not. You’re ridiculous.”
“What?” I laughed. “I would do that for you.”
The beam of her dad’s floodlights lit up the path as we closed in on her house.
“You would agree not to wear underwear?”
I shrugged. “Sure. It would save me on laundry and shave a few seconds off my time of getting into you.”
She shook her head. “Undergarments stay. With such a short timeline, I don’t want to lose any days because you chafed your dick on your jeans. Or had an accident with a zipper.”
“Oh damn.” I grabbed my junk. Why the hell did she have to put that image in my head?
She laughed harder, the beautiful sound echoing among the trees.
“Hey, what’s that?” She pointed to one of the trees.
“A longleaf pine?”
She snorted. “Not the tree. I saw a red light. At least, I think I did.”
We both stared in the direction of the tree for several seconds when sure enough, a red light blinked.
What the fuck?
“Is that part of the security system?”
It sure as hell was not. The guys told me where each camera was placed, and there definitely wasn’t one in a fucking tree. I dragged one of Larry’s outdoor chairs over and climbed on top. It gave me enough extra height to find the source of the light.
