Page 40 of Maverick
Even though I understood him, in a way at least, it still burned me like I’d touched an open flame.
“Then go and be one, Dane.”
“Fuck I love it when you call me by my name,” he whispered into my hair. “I’m sorry I couldn’t make this work, but I’ll make sure you’re safe. I promise. I just…can’t be with you.”
Fresh tears ran down my cheeks, silent as always. Maverick tipped my chin up, wiping the fresh tears from my face with his thumbs, as he cupped my face. His own tears fell down his cheeks, silent as well, as if he were trained in keeping his emotions quiet.
“Dane…”
“Yeah?”
“One last kiss,” I begged him. “Please…”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. His lips crashed down onto mine, brutal, solid, our tongues lashing together relentlessly, almost as if we were in a battle of our minds. We probably were, our hearts trying to latch onto each other, to stop this madness from ending.
I hated how right it felt in his arms, how warm and welcoming his body was against mine. I hated how much we fit together like two pieces of a puzzle.
I especially hated how I could moan into his mouth and feel him press his hard cock against me, as if I had as much effect on him as he did me.
Why the hell couldn’t this be it?
Why couldn’t we make it work?
I held onto him as hard as I could, but slowly, he pulled from my lips, leaning his forehead against mine. Our breaths were loud, mingling together.
“Be safe, Tavi. Please.”
He was gone before I could protest, leaving me quivering with need, and a sob wracking in my chest, causing physical pain as I listened to him leave the house he’d hidden us away in, and left without a second glance.
I finally let out a guttural cry, but I hadn’t blocked it this time. The sound of Van calling out to me had my feet running to his room. He’d just woken up in a new room, completely unknown to him.
“Mama, cry!”
He pointed at my tears and I nodded, coming to sit down on the floor next to his bed. “Come give me a cuddle. I need it.”
He dutifully did as I asked, wrapping his little arms around my neck and giving me one of the best cuddles I could have asked for.
“Mama, can we play with cars?”
I let out a chuckle, even though it sounded a little off. “Yeah, bud. We can play with cars.”
He pulled away from me with a big grin, and moved over to the wall with the cars, choosing a couple of cars and bringing me one.
For the next thirty minutes, I played with cars with my boy, the only one I had left in this horrible world, and I made a promise to myself.
I would never fall in love with an unavailable man again.
Maybe any man.
Going down on pussy can’t be that hard, can it? I’m sure I could get into it. So long as I didn’t have to deal with the emotional rollercoaster of a man’s male PMS.
Fuck you, Dane Hart.
Maverick
I hated the club bullshit, but I was so caught up in my own head over Tavi and her safety that I couldn’t think straight.
Reaper headed toward me, sitting down on the chair next to me, watching the clubhouse operate per usual. It was peaceful, calm. Everything happening with Mannix and the club was working out.
