“Maverick Wright,” his name on my lips felt right, felt like home, “I don’t know what to do with you.”
“Say yes.” He caught my lips with his. “Please say yes.”
“I love you, I love you, I love you, yes.”
He swung me then, our lips connected as he hauled me back into the house and laid me down on his couch. He molded us together, his wild outburst of animalistic need matched only by my own need for him in return.
He was my wild Viking, my barbaric king, my everything.
“You just made me the happiest man alive, Petal,” Maverick hummed at me. “I feel like I’ve known you for a lifetime and yet we have so much catching up to do.”
“You’ve got me to yourself for at least the next nine months.”
Maverick paused, hands suddenly cradling my belly. “How far along are we?”
“The size of a pea.” I sank my teeth into my lips, watching his tender movements as he touched me.
“My Sweet Pea and Precious Petal.” He dropped kisses along my stomach, tasting me with the tip of his tongue. “I'll never love anything more.”
He was kneeling at my feet. One tentative hand reached out and cupped my bare ankle.
I swallowed and hummed, “Yes...”
“Hmm, yes what?” he questioned, running his hand up the back of my calf.
“Yes, please touch me.”
He groaned, both of his warm palms were on the backs of my calves. He leaned in, pushing his mouth against my core.
I swallowed a wicked sigh when his hot breath seeped through the fabric and his hands slid up under my panties to cup my ass. I gripped his hair and tugged gently.
“What do you want? I’ll do anything.” His words were serrated with emotion.
I didn’t know what to tell him. So I said all I could manage at that moment. “You.”
The breadth of his palms slid over my panties, his long fingers gripping the edges as he dragged them down. I braced myself as he tugged them to my feet then paused, waiting for me to step out of them. He removed his touch for a moment, and suddenly, I felt alone and naked, even though I was still wearing a shirt.
“Lift your shirt for me,” he instructed.
I gripped the hem and pulled it up to my waist and waited. I didn’t have to wait long because he was there immediately as his hands cupped my ass cheeks. His open mouth pressed a hot kiss just above my pelvic bone as I sucked in a deep breath.
“You are so fucking beautiful, you hurt my eyes.” He smoothed one of his palms over my ass cheek, moving down my left thigh. He bit the skin gently as he moved above the small patch of hair covering my sensitive mound. When his palm reached the back of my knee, he gently tugged it, so I let him raise my leg, placing it over his shoulder.
Gripping his head, I made sure I was steady on my other foot. I moaned as he dragged his tongue in a hot stroke across my lower abdomen.
“Oh god,” I sighed, pushing myself against his mouth. He nuzzled his nose against my throbbing center, then inhaled deeply before a loud groan escaped his lips, raising a hand to push a long, thick finger between my swollen wet lips and stroking softly.
“I want to worship you every day,” he confided as he pushed his finger deeper into my needy body.
“Yes,” I moaned as I ground myself down on his hand. His wet lips traced a sensuous path across my quivering flesh. Holding on tight, I nearly exploded when his tongue finally reached my swollen clit. He manipulated it, flicking his tongue back and forth over my wet nub. I couldn’t help the way my hips started to thrust against him, almost as though I was fucking his mouth.
And then I started to beg.
“Please,” I implored.
He shifted lower, his wicked hot tongue sliding through my soaked folds. His hands held me in place as he flattened his tongue against my aching skin and licked like I was his favorite dessert. He moved his mouth back to my clit and sucked it between his lips and that was all I needed. I groaned and pulled his hair, releasing in a rush all over his tongue.
Against my blissfully abused body, he confessed, “I’m yours.”
EPILOGUE
Maverick
“Winchester!” I called as the old hunting dog barreled off into the sunflowers.
“Winnie!” Storm called out, his tiny toddler voice bringing a smile to my lips like nothing else.
“You tell him, son.” I patted my boy on the shoulder as he stood, each of us in matching red lace sneakers and linen pants, crisp white button-down shirts flying in the breeze. My boy took the cake for cuteness, the little man-bun Poppy had been wrangling his long waves into capturing everyone's heart he came across.
“We can start without the dog.” I shrugged at Aspen.
“Daddy, I wanted to talk to you first—” She hoisted Storm onto her hip. The two of them had a special relationship, more than twenty years apart in age and priceless to each other. “I just wanted to say I’m so happy for you—I know Poppy made you wait for this wedding day—”
“Three years!”
“Right, well, I think the timing is perfect, because the man you’ve become is unlike the one I used to know—you’re so happy—it was hard to visit you before, the cloud that hung over your shoulders every day…” Tears were filling her eyes. “I worried so much about you up here all alone.”
“Aspen…” I pulled her into a hug. Storm wrapped both of his arms around us and went along with it. He was so good–natured, that kid, just like his mom.
“A family was just what you needed, who knew?” My daughter kissed me on the cheek and then backed away. “Now,” she looked to Storm, “let’s go
