Teasing: Chapter 22

Smack my ass and call me yours.

—Emmie’s Secret Thoughts

“Emmie.” Maverick kisses my bare shoulder and sits up while my groggy brain tries to process where I am and why he’s here. “Baby, it’s raining, and your windows are open. I need to close them.”

His arm is wrapped around me, and the last thing in the world I want is for him to move. “Leave it.”

I tug until he’s lying alongside me, face-to-face. His arms feel safe and strong, and I tuck my body into his as the sounds of the raging storm filter into my consciousness and yesterday slowly comes back to me.

Maverick’s fingertips run over the ridges of my spine. “You feeling okay? You need me to get you anything?”

“Just you, Mav.” I drag my nails down his incredibly naked chest and decide it would be a shame to waste our kid-less night. “What time is it?” I murmur and press a kiss to his neck while my fingers dip down to play with the waistband of his boxer briefs.

“It’s late.” His murmur turns into a sexy groan as I slip my hand inside his boxer briefs and wrap my fist around his thick, hard cock, stroking it once . . . twice. “It’s the night before the game, Em. Sleep.”

“We can sleep after.” I drag my tongue in a lazy line down the column of his neck and crawl between his legs. My hands map his chest. His abs. Dragging my nails along each line of ink and my tongue over each of his eight abs as I push him flat on the bed. “Let me help you relax.”

“Baby,” he groans as I pull his boxers down his legs and toss them to the floor.

I look at him through my lashes and smile and flatten my tongue, then slowly lick up the length of his big, beautiful cock that’s velvety smooth and hard as steel.

“Jesus, Emmie.” My name on his lips sends a blast of heat through my body and soaks my panties.

“It’s your turn to be quiet, Mav,” I murmur as I take him down the back of my throat and hollow my cheeks.

Maverick groans deep in his chest. The sound demanding and decadent. Making me want to swallow and suck until his eyes are rolling into the back of his head.

I gag as I take him as deep as I can and breathe in through my nose, tears pooling in my eyes.

His big hands slide down my body and grip my ass, tugging. “That’s it, Em. Now, sit that pretty pussy on my face and let me taste you.”

My lashes kiss my cheeks as I blink up at him with wide eyes, both shocked and incredibly turned-on. My mind trying to work through the how of that.

“La mia luce solare. . . Get up here.” Those words, whispered and demanding, make me forget about the how and focus on the now.

“Yes, sir,” I tease and crawl up his body, kissing and licking. Worshipping him the way he does me.

“Sit that pussy on my face, my beautiful girl. I’m starving for you.”

I never knew I’d be someone who’d get off on being bossed around in bed, but when Maverick growls those filthy words, I nearly come undone.

He tugs at the silky scraps of lace on my hips and tears them from my body. His fingers bite into my soft skin until I give in and very carefully swing one leg over his face.

Before I can get my balance, he tugs me down against his mouth. Maverick’s tongue slides inside my hot, wet pussy, sending shock waves of heat through my already trembling core.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan at the first lash of his tongue.

“Love the way that word sounds on your lips almost as much as my name, baby.”

Maverick’s fingers spread me wide while he sucks my clit between his lips, and I get lost in the feel as I ride his face. “Oh. My. God.”

“In your mouth, Emmie, or this stops,” he growls, and I force myself to focus.

I lean down and lick along the length of his cock before I take him back in my mouth. I try to focus. Try to breathe. To not gag. To not bite off his massive cock while he works me into a frenzy.

I swallow him down as best I can and hum a long, loud moan around his dick as my body shakes.

Tears pool in my eyes, and I nearly scream as he adds one finger to my pussy and circles another around my ass. My God . . .

“So close,” I moan and wrap my hand around the base of his cock to work him faster as the first wave of my orgasm threatens to utterly destroy me without my permission.

I try to hold still, desperate to get Maverick there first.

Try not to rock back against his stubbled face.

But there’s no stopping the tsunami from crashing around me when he sucks my clit between his teeth, and I shatter.

I come on his face with his cock in my throat, panting and moaning, hoping my room has thick enough walls. “Maverick . . .”

His name is the final push Mav needs, and I swallow the hot streams of cum down my throat, licking and sucking and taking him all before I collapse next to him, utterly spent.

I don’t move. Don’t speak. I can’t. My eyes grow heavy as sleep tugs at me.

“Jesus, baby. We should spend every night this way.” He runs his big hand up and down my bare leg, and I practically purr before slowly moving so I’m curled up against him. My head on his heart and my arm draped over his waist.

I don’t want to ruin the moment, so I don’t say anything as a bucket of ice unexpectedly douses me. Fear and hope fight for control in the forefront of my brain. Both wanting to decide my future. But when you’ve spent years convincing yourself you might not have one, it’s hard to believe otherwise.

Hours later, I reach for Maverick but only find cold sheets and force my eyes open. The sun is streaming in through the windows in painfully bright sunbeams, and sitting up takes more effort than I was expecting. I need more ibuprofen. And maybe not to let Dillan order when we go out to dinner next week.

It turns out, she’s a bit of a loner too, and somehow that worked for us. I think I may have my first girlfriend in forever.

The heavenly scent of caramel coffee drifts into my room, and I perk up.

Coffee. God, yes. Coffee will make this headache bearable.

But as I drop the sheets and stand, I realize I need clothes first and coffee second.

Maverick’s shirt from last night is on the edge of the bed, and I snag it and slip it on, deciding if his shirt is an option, it’ll always be my first choice. My heart settles as his scent wraps around me like a weighted blanket, and I head downstairs to find the man who’s blown my world up in ways I never knew it needed.

Like the fact that he and Camden are watching football analysts on TV when I walk into the living room. I wasn’t expecting that this morning. They both look up and smile at me. But while Camden goes right back to the TV, Mav stands and crosses the room. He tugs me against his chest and kisses the top of my head. “How are you feeling, sole mio?”

“That’s a new one,” I murmur and soak in his touch.

His lips tug into a crooked grin.

“Come on . . . You think you can grope my sister in a different room?” Camden groans, and I laugh.

“But the groping is so much fun,” I mock my brother and take Mav’s hand as I go in search of the coffee. A black gift bag with the gold Kings logo embossed on the front sits on the kitchen table in the center of the room. “What’s that?”

Mav shrugs as he bites back a smile.

Okay. I’ll bite.

A flash of heat warms my face as I remember the way he bit me last night.

So hot.

“Emmy,” he groans, no doubt knowing where my mind just drifted. “Open the bag.”

“Fine,” I pout. “But for argument’s sake, you are one memorable man, Maverick Beneventi.” I kiss the bottom of his jaw and drop his hand just before he grabs my face and presses an absolutely breathtaking kiss against my lips.

“I’m the only man you’re ever going to need to remember. Now open the bag.”

My heart cracks wide open as if to tell my brain yes—yes, he is.

Instead of saying that, I pull the glittery white tissue paper from the bag, then reach in and grab the folded soft material from the bottom and pull it out. “Maverick . . .”

Emotion laces my voice.

I hold the Kings jersey up between us and literally have no words.

Because it’s not just any Kings jersey. It’s his Kings jersey.

The number 99 sits in big, bold, gold numbers beneath Beneventi.

“I thought maybe you’d want to wear that today, and maybe you could bring Rosie to the game. I’ve already spoken with my parents and the caterers. The suite will be allergy-free and Rosie-friendly. And my mom is excited to see you again.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, and there are so many questions hiding behind those three words.

Are you sure you’re ready for Rosie to be there?

Are you sure you want me in a suite with your family?

Are you sure you want your name on my body?

Are you sure about this? About us? About me?

Mav presses his lips to my forehead, calming my racing mind. “Yeah, baby. I’m sure.”