Page 36 of Maverick
Kat, with her perfectly ordered life, begged me to fuck her hard and fast in a deer stand. Kinky Kat indeed. I slammed into her pussy and she moaned loud enough to scare the wildlife for miles.
I was far from a two pump chump, but I wasn’t going to last long. I reached for her clit, rubbing her to the edge while I barreled into her. The sound of our flesh slapping together echoed through the trees.
“Mav, this is… I’m so… Oh fuck…” Her walls fluttered around my cock. And that was all it took to send me over the edge.
“Fuck!” I shouted as my cum jetted into the condom. I did not fuck raw. No way did I trust the bunnies, and a little mini-Mav running around was the last thing I needed. But if Kat stuck around, if this thing became more than just a vacation hook up… The thought of filling her up with my seed, watching it drip down her leg…
I pumped into her a few more times, unable to get the image out of my mind. I leaned forward, kissing the back of her neck, now glistening with sweat.
“Baby, that was…” I trailed off, having no words to describe what we’d done.
“Yeah.” Kat chuckled. “It was.”
I pulled out of her and removed the condom, tying it off before tossing it into the trash bag in the corner of the stand.
“You know, maybe we don’t have to keep doing that.” Kat turned around and laughed at the look of horror on my face. “The condoms, I mean. I’ve got the implant, so pregnancy isn’t a concern. And I’m clean. I can show you my last check up if you want to see.”
My cocks swelled, ready to fuck her bare right now. But I tried to play it cool “A little late for ‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours’, isn’t it?”
She grinned. “Well?”
“Fuck yeah, baby.” I pulled up the app on my phone and showed her my latest test results. She offered to share hers when we got back to the house, but I didn’t need to see them. Knowing how tightly Kat was wound, there was no way she’d bring this up without being absolutely sure. With any other woman, I wouldn’t care what her paperwork said. I’d be worried it was a trap of some sort. But with Kat, it was different. I trusted her. “Can we start now?”
She chuckled and leaned against the wall to stare into the woods. And for a while we just stood there, enjoying the quiet stillness together.
“I can see Dad’s house and the MC. I’m surprised you guys keep this here. Aren’t you afraid someone will sneak up and cause trouble?”
“See that symbol?” I pointed to the Exiled Reapers logo that was painted on the back wall. “In the unlikely event that someone made it this far onto our territory without knowing this was ours, that would let them know. And no one around here is stupid enough to fuck with the Reapers.”
“Oh, and why is that? Would you guys, like, beat them up or something?”
“Or something.”
“Ban them from the bar?”
My mouth tightened. “Kat,” I warned. We hadn’t talked about the MC other than the fact that I was VP and we had a clubhouse. I couldn’t tell her much because she was an outsider. But even if I could, I had a feeling it wouldn’t sit too well with her tidy view of life.
“What?” she asked. “You brought it up.”
I nodded. “I did. But don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.”
“But I do want to know. That’s why I asked. And now you’re being all cagey, which makes me really want to know. Your patch says motorcycle club, not motorcycle gang. I thought you ran a bar and rode motorcycles.”
I shrugged. “We do.” I walked to the hole in the platform and eased down the ladder. This time I went first, so I could catch her if she slipped.
“But it’s not all you do, is it?” Her voice rang out as she climbed.
“Nope.” I reached the ground and stepped back. As she drew closer, I placed a steadying hand on her back and guided her down.
She turned to face me, hands on her hips. “What else is there?”
I sighed, rubbing my hand over my jaw. “That’s club business, Kat. You need to leave it alone.”
Her neck reared back. “Why are you being so secretive? Did you sign an NDA or something? I had to do that with my company, but I can still talk about what the company does. Just not how we do it.”
“No NDAs, just this cut. We abide by our own set of rules. If that aligns with the rest of the world, great. If not, we don’t care.”
She huffed and stalked down the path. “That doesn’t even make sense,” she called over her shoulder. “You can’t make up your own rules and pretend like the actual ones don’t exist. That’s delusional.”
