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)
She wrinkled her nose. “I’m not sure I’m liking this conversation. Wait, not even my sister?”
“Adele liked to party as much as anyone back then, okay, and I’m not talking about her.” He didn’t spill anyone’s secrets. He wasn’t interested in creating gossip or rumor. “You’re my first one.” His only virgin.
She tilted her head to the side. “Was I awful?”
He shook his head. “No, you weren’t awful.”
“Then why did you run away in the morning?”
Maverick took a sip of his beer. “I didn’t run away.”
“Then why weren’t you there?”
“I don’t do the ‘morning after,’” he said.
Freya chuckled. “Nice to know.”
“Damn it, Freya, why are you here?” he asked.
“Simple, enjoying a beer, and oh, I might be tempted by some other jackass that wants to take me home.”
He glared at her, but he saw the twinkle in her eyes and knew she was teasing him. “That’s not funny.”
“What’s the matter, Maverick? Can’t take a joke?” Freya asked. She got to her feet. “It’s Friday night, and … I just wanted a drink. It has been a long day at work, and now I want to head home.”
She licked her lips as she looked him up and down. He knew that look. He knew what was going on inside her head.
“Bye, Maverick.”
She’d already paid for her beer, and she waved at Pete before heading out of the bar. Freya was infuriating. He knew she was well-liked in town, being one of the few women who worked at her father’s DIY store. He’d seen her every time he went in, and she’d also helped him over the years with certain contacts.
At one point, Freya was a tomboy, always in jeans and dirt. She used to help her dad fix his car. She’d even tried to teach him a thing or two, when someone had broken down on the side of the road, and she was passing by.
She was impossible to forget.
Maverick glanced across the bar and stared at his reflection. He’d lost count of the number of times he’d wrapped his fingers around his dick and worked his cock, thinking about her. Now, he finally got the chance to be with her, and he was sitting at the bar. Slamming his money down on the counter, not caring about the size of the tip, he left the bar.
Freya was at her truck. She wore a white skirt to her knees with a pair of boots. Fuck, she looked sexy to him. He closed the distance between them, spun her around, and took the kiss he’d been wanting to take for the past couple of days.
Chapter Two
“Close the door,” Freya said.
Maverick did as she asked, and even flicked the locks into place. That kiss had been electrifying. One moment she’d been fumbling with her keys, and in the next, he’d been kissing her. That was some kiss.
Now, he pulled her into his arms.
Driving to her place, with Maverick following, had been exhilarating. She expected him to drive past her, but he’d pulled up, and now they were in her home, and he was kissing her.
Freya didn’t know how they made it upstairs, but they were in her bedroom, and he was pulling off her shirt. She heard something tear, but she ignored it. Grabbing his shirt, pulling it over his head, she tossed it to the floor.
He was covered in ink, most of which he’d gotten before he left high school. She remembered how many of the guys were in awe of his body. Within seconds he had her bra off, and she was fighting with his pants, but he tossed her to the bed, grabbing her skirt, and pulling it down her thighs. He simply tore her panties off her body, and she let out a moan.
He grabbed her ankle and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She went onto her elbows and watched as he spread her legs wide. The temptation to cover herself was strong, but she ignored it, and instead, watched as he pressed his palms to the inside of her thighs.
Licking her lips, she watched, feeling the anticipation drive higher, and then when he kissed the inside of her thigh, she nearly lost it. Another whimper fell from her lips, and then she gritted her teeth.
He moved to the opposite leg, doing the same. His tongue was tracing a path, getting closer to her pussy, and then he touched the lips of her sex. She nearly came right there and then.
His breath seemed to fan right across her tender flesh. She felt so sensitive, so on edge, and then he flicked his tongue right between her slit.
She screamed his name. The pleasure was so intense.
Maverick was a master with his tongue as he circled her clit, and then moved down, going toward the entrance of her pussy. He circled her, and then teased the opening, pushing his tongue just inside, but then he pulled back and went straight back to her clit. She cried out as he took her clit between his teeth and scored around it, creating just the right amount of pain mixed with pleasure. She didn’t know how much more she could take.