Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
“Uh, Maverick?” she asked, and he pressed his face against her neck.
“Yeah.”
“I thought you wanted to close up shop.”
“I do, but I’ve had one fuckup after another, and all that got me through the day was knowing I would be with you at the end of it. I don’t want to wait.” He pulled away and smiled at her. “I want to make memories here.”
If she told him no, he’d back off, but then she cupped his face, and he truly did think she was going to push him away. But then, she pulled him in close and kissed him, hard.
Wrapping his arms around her, he moved her away from the door and walked her back toward the table, swiping his hand across the desk. He needed to be inside her.
She was already wearing a skirt, which was so convenient, not that he would have minded the struggle of a pair of pants. He was willing to do whatever it took to be with Freya.
He pushed up her skirt, and gripped her fleshy thighs. He loved the curves of this woman and he couldn’t get enough of her. She was everything. Pressing one palm to her pussy, he was happy to find her slick, and he groaned. With his other hand, he sunk his fingers into her hair, gripping the back of her neck. The only way he was going to have a good day was by starting and ending it with Freya.
He broke the kiss and trailed his lips down to her neck, feeling her pussy contract around his finger as he plunged it inside her. She gave that little whimper as he nipped at the tender flesh of her neck, and then he traced a path with his tongue, feeling her quiver beneath him.
“Please,” she said.
He loved it when she begged. And he wasn’t in the mood to make her wait. He had to feel her tightness wrapped around his length.
Letting her go, he did so, only long enough to ease his cock out of the tight confines of his pants, and then he tugged at her panties, tearing them off her body. He pocketed the evidence, and then plunged balls-deep inside her. Every time he used this desk, he was going to have the memory of claiming Freya right on top of it.
She gasped and he groaned. Pulling all the way out of her, until only the tip remained, he began to sink back into her. He watched her, loving how good she looked, stretched wide over his length. His cock was slick with her pre-cum, and he wanted to feel her orgasm on his cock.
Licking his fingers, he pressed them to her clit, feeling her body’s response instantly. His name fell from her lips, and he watched her, not teasing or making this last. He wanted her to come so he could finish off. He wanted to plant his seed deep inside her core, and the moment she screamed his name, he didn’t hold back.
He fucked her, and when the time came, he filled her womb, praying that this time, he’d been successful in making her pregnant with his baby.
Chapter Six
Freya hated her sister for convincing her that bringing Maverick to a family Sunday dinner was a good idea. This didn’t feel like a good idea. This felt like a nightmare waiting to happen. She’d never brought a guy to her parents’ house before.
What if her father hated him?
What if her mother did?
They had both loved Hank and he’d been a jerk. Maybe she could remind them both of their lack of judgment.
“It’s going to be okay,” Maverick said.
“That’s easy for you to say. Don’t fathers usually get shotguns, and mothers start talking about the wedding and all that? They’re going to terrify you.” Just the thought of what they could do was getting to her.
Maverick laughed. “This is not the first time I’ve met your parents.”
“This isn’t helping, seeing as the first time you were dating my sister.” She groaned.
“I was also a lot younger, and trust me, Maverick back then was a big gigantic asshole. They’ll love me now, trust me.” He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her in close, kissing her temple.
It was strange because whenever he did touch her, she always had the feeling everything was going to be okay.
“I don’t care if they don’t love you, Maverick. I only hope they like you.”
“That’s easy, they do, trust me, I’ve taken care of their cars several times, and they have always been happy customers.”
Freya was also aware of her father taking his car to Maverick, after he’d tinkered with it a bit. She loved to play with cars herself, but she literally only dabbled with parts that wouldn’t stop the overall running of a car.
Not her father. Nope, he loved to play and figure out how things worked. He always said it was something he got from her grandfather. The two of them were constantly in the garage. Her grandfather was the one to open the DIY store in town. He’d been sick and tired of having to drive several towns over, or go to a large supply chain, so he’d filled that void in his own space. According to her father, it hadn’t always been easy for him, but they’d survived many disasters and problems.