Maverick (Satan's Fury MC, #1)

“Yes. I’m fine, Maverick,” I said as I stood in front of him with my arms crossed. “I’m not sore. I don’t have a headache. Most of my bruises are gone. I think I’m going to live, so please just chill out,” I told him sarcastically.

“So you’re all better,” he snickered.

“Yes!” I spouted off, but the minute I caught sight of the sexy smirk on his face, I knew I was in trouble.

“Is that right? I’ve been waiting to hear that,” he mocked.

“Maverick…” I warned.

Mischief danced in his eyes as he took hold of my arm and pulled me down across his lap. “Do you know how hard it’s been waiting on you hand and foot? You are not a good patient,” he taunted as his hand whipped through the air and landed on my ass.

I squirmed in his lap, trying to wiggle out of his hold as I screeched, “Maverick! I can’t believe you just did that!”

“Baby, I’m just getting started,” he said as he gently ran his hand over my backside. “I wondered how long you were going to milk this whole thing. I never thought of you as such a faker,” he teased.

“Milking it? Are you kidding me?” I shouted defensively, turning back to face him.

His eyes sparkled with lust as his hand lifted and then popped against my ass for the second time. “Faker!”

“Have you lost your mind?! Stop! That hurt!” I screamed, but my laughter didn’t make me sound very convincing. He knew he wasn’t really hurting me. His hand gently grazed over my butt, and I knew he was about to strike again. While his hand was in the air, I managed to twirl myself around, straddling my legs around his waist. I slipped my hands around his neck as I said, “You can stop now. Consider my punishment received.”

“I don’t know about that. I’m not sure that you’ve learned your lesson,” he said smiling. Damn, I loved that sexy smile. I dropped my hands down to his shoulders as I slowly rocked my hips against the growing bulge in his jeans.

“It’s been a week,” I pleaded.

Seconds later, Maverick had me pinned to the bed with my back against the mattress and his knees at my sides. As he hovered over me, an intense look crossed his face. It was there, plain to see, his feelings for me written across his face. He stared at me in silence for just a moment before he said, “I love you, Henley Gray.”

There’s nothing better than having the one person that you love most in the world look at you the way he was looking at me and saying those words out loud. It made my world stand still… holding me in that moment, making me want to stay there locked in his arms forever. I never thought I’d find a love like this, and now that I have, I’ll never let it go.

“I love you, Logan. More than you know,” I whispered. He lowered his mouth to mine, and kissed me, slow and gentle, showing me just how much he really meant the words he’d said to me.

He released my hands just long enough to ease my t-shirt over my head, then slowly began nipping and sucking along the length of my neck as I tried to unbuckle his jeans. He lifted his hips as I slid them down his thighs. When they reached his ankles, he kicked them to the side of the bed. His fingers slipped into the sides of my cotton shorts, and quickly tugged them down my legs. He hovered over me, the warmth of his body fueling my need for him, and I could see that he wanted this just as much as I did. Unable to wait a minute longer, I reached down, gently taking his cock in my hand, and guided him inside of me. A low groan vibrated through his chest as he thrust deeply inside me, filling me completely as I cried out in pleasure.

I rocked my hips against his, enjoying the feeling of having him inside of me again, as I dragged my nails across his back. He withdrew a little, and then thrust back inside again and again, harder and faster with each stroke. I gasped with each retreat, eagerly awaiting his next invasion. The sounds of our bodies colliding filled the room as he quickened his pace.

“Oh god, Logan, you feel so good,” I gasped as his relentless rhythm ignited a desire inside of me that would never go away. I lifted my ass, meeting every thrust of his hips, as the muscles in my abdomen began to tighten. My orgasm was slowly building, making my body quiver beneath him.

He lowered his face to mine and whispered, “That’s it, baby. Don’t hold back,” before his lips crashed down against mine. My fingers dug into his hips as my climax took over, making it impossible for me to move. He continued to grind his hips against me as I clamped down around him forcing him to chase his own release. A deep growl shook through his chest, and with one final thrust, he came inside me. With a cocky grin on his face, he held himself over me, hovering between my legs as he stayed planted deep inside me.

His warm hands slid across my shoulders, soothing me as I tried to catch my breath. I inhaled deeply as a satisfied smile slowly crept across my face. I looked up to him and said, “You can punish me like that anytime.”





Chapter 29




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