Maverick focused on the gorgeous blue eyes he couldn’t get out of his head and rocked against Zander. He reached between them, palming their erections and stroking. The sensation of their dicks against each other in Maverick’s hand was amazing. A sexy-sounding moan escaped Zander. Maverick wanted more. He slipped down Zander’s body, barely pausing to kiss the man’s stomach before he had Zander’s dick in his mouth.
A strangled cry filled the air. Zander’s hips left the bed. Maverick felt powerful. Zander had more cock sucking skills than Maverick had ever encountered. Not only had Maverick not stopped thinking about the amazing blow job Zander had given him last night, he’d also been scared as hell he wouldn’t measure up to Zander’s porn star level abilities. Every sound Zander made had Maverick walking on clouds. The man moaned and writhed like he was on camera, but the way he leaked in Maverick’s mouth let him know it was all real. Goddamn. No one made him feel the way Zander did. His dick twitched like it was the one getting sucked while his pride soared. He fought the urge to beat his chest. Zander fucked with him hard. Maverick put everything he had into pleasing Zander. He licked, sucked, tightened his throat, and hollowed out his cheeks. Saliva coated his hands, giving him a bit of lubricant to play with Zander’s asshole.
He wanted to be inside the man. The temptation to slam his way inside grew by the second. Then, Zander’s body tensed, and Maverick forgot about everything else but stealing Zander’s orgasm. Male salt coated his tongue. Maverick wanted more. He loved the way Zander tasted. His tongue swiped Zander’s crown, seeking more of the delicious pre-cum. He closed his lips around the head of Zander’s cock and sucked. A cry bounced off the walls as cum exploded inside his mouth. Maverick moaned his pleasure as he lapped up every drop. Zander’s dick was so damn pretty and tasted like heaven. Only Maverick’s aching cock was enough to pull him away.
He leaned over the edge of the bed and found his condoms and lube before covering Zander’s body once more. Zander didn’t hesitate to bury his hands in Maverick’s hair and pull him down for a kiss. Fuck, he loved a man who searched for the flavor of his own cum in a kiss. Tonight was about making love. He’d promised. But Maverick loved the idea of Zander getting dirty with him too. For now, he just needed to connect them. He needed Zander to feel something for him.
Zander pushed him away and tore open a condom. Maverick sat back on his heels. He watched as Zander rolled the sheath down Maverick’s length. It was the hottest moment of his life and Maverick had no idea why. Something about the way Zander held his bottom lip between his teeth while handling Maverick’s cock was fucking with his head. Zander coated the outside of the condom with lube. His gaze lifted, colliding with Maverick’s. A roar of possessiveness swelled in Maverick’s chest.
“I want you for more than one night. This isn’t sex.”
“I know.”
“Do you?” Maverick asked, sounding calmer than he felt.
Zander stroked Maverick’s cock. “Prove it.”
He would. After he had Zander, he would keep coming back, sending flowers, and trying to shove his way into Zander’s life. For now, Zander was right, all Maverick could do was prove himself.
He massaged Zander’s thighs, urging them apart, making room for his large frame. Zander didn’t hesitate to draw his legs up, welcoming him. Even the man’s asshole was sexy—like he was perfectly kept in every way. Maverick was so turned on, even his thoughts were sounding insane. He positioned his crown at Zander’s asshole. Their gazes never wavered. Maverick inched his way inside. Zander’s hips left the bed, meeting him. Maverick slowly lowered his head. Their lips met. For a moment, they clung. Maverick’s heart raced. Zander set him on fire. He touched Maverick’s heart. His throat burned from the intensity.
Zander’s mouth opened over Maverick’s bottom lip. Maverick’s hips moved, slowly rocking against the man. Fuck. He was amazing. The sounds Zander made were sexy as hell. If he hadn’t swallowed Zander’s cum minutes earlier, he would’ve thought the man was ready to explode again. Maverick changed angles, deepening their kiss as he edged closer to release. He wanted to stay inside Zander all night. There was something happening between them. It grew alongside Maverick’s pleasure. A sexy gasp vibrated around Maverick’s tongue. Hot cum filled the space between them, taking Maverick by surprise and triggering his orgasm. His thoughts scattered as his body shook. Wave after wave rocked him. He couldn’t stop pumping inside Zander. Even once he was spent, he was mentally aroused beyond reason.
“I want to keep making love to you all night, even when I’m no longer hard. All I want to do is keep stroking you and trying to get closer.” Maverick wanted to bite his tongue and stop the words from flowing. There was no stemming the tidal wave. “Stay with me. Let me learn all your body’s secrets.”
“Okay.” The quietly spoken agreement was all the permission Maverick needed. He took control of Zander’s lips once more. Later, he’d wash the mess from their skin and explore every inch of Zander’s body with his tongue. For now, he wanted Zander’s kiss. That was all. Even though he didn’t know why, Maverick felt complete when their lips touched.
Four
He wasn’t there. Zander’s usual seat was empty. Maverick didn’t know how to feel. It seemed, since they’d slept together, the bloom had fallen off the flower. Goddamn it. He’d told himself he wouldn’t get attached. Zander probably wouldn’t hang around. In truth, Maverick should’ve known it would be immediate. Zander was leagues above him. Making Zander chase him didn’t make Maverick special. There was nothing about Maverick that made him stand out. He certainly didn’t have anything to offer. Doubly so since he was now unemployed. Yep. That’s how his day was going. He’d known there’d been talks of cutbacks for a few months now. Never in Maverick’s wildest dreams had he expected to walk into work this morning and no longer have a job. Lowest man on the totem pole and all that since everyone else had been there for a hundred years.
Maverick tore his gaze away from Zander’s empty seat. It was for the best that he lost the man now before Maverick got attached. He ignored the tiny voice in his head, telling him it was too late. Zander already had him ensnared.
Rules were read. A bell rang. Maverick went through the motions. The dude got a shot in on Maverick’s left eye. He could feel it swelling but no pain penetrated his haze. Somehow, Maverick managed a quick knockout, ending the match before Maverick was ready to face the sight of Zander’s empty chair again. Still, even as his arms were raised in victory, Maverick’s gaze slid that way. No blue eyes waited for him there. It was one hit too many for one day.
As he showered and changed, Maverick decided he needed to go out. He’d locked his life down a while back when he’d gotten tired of the party scene. Maybe it was time he got back out there. The last thing he needed was to go home alone with his thoughts tonight. Zander was still too fresh there. The man’s expensive cologne and delicious body was still imprinted in Maverick’s brain. His scent lingered on Maverick’s sheets.
He made his way down the packed hallway, intent on making it to his truck with his sanity intact. Someone said his name. Maverick turned. Hope rose in his chest. His gaze landed on an unfamiliar set of gray eyes. The guy was hot, but not his hottie. Maverick didn’t have to look down to meet the man’s stare. That was new. Maverick rarely met anyone his height. The man held out his hand.
“Maverick, I’m Jude Green with Green’s Fighter Fuel. If you have a few minutes, I’d like to talk about sponsoring you to fight the legal circuit.”
In Maverick’s surprise, he shook the man’s hand a few moments too long. When he realized what he was doing, he quickly dropped the man’s hand. “Sorry. Um, sure.” He glanced around, looking for a quieter place to speak. His gaze landed on the same elevator he’d taken to go to dinner with Zander. He motioned toward it. “Would you like to head upstairs to the restaurant? It might be quieter up there.”
Jude’s gaze moved toward the elevator. “Isn’t there a coffee shop up there, as well? How
about we do that instead?”
Maverick nodded and led the way. He fought the urge to glance behind him. Green’s Fighter Fuel wasn’t unknown to him. They were one of Zeke’s sponsors. Maverick never, ever expected this. His disbelief had him automatically looking for loopholes the second they were seated inside the mostly empty coffee shop.
“You realize I’m in the same weight class as Zeke Armstrong, right? Don’t you already sponsor him?”
The man had a nice smile, and if Maverick wasn’t mistaken, he was silently laughing at Maverick’s reaction. “I’m aware, but you’re close to the line. If you’re willing to put on five pounds, you could go up a weight class.”
Maverick nodded, trying damn hard not to look as ignorant as he felt. “I don’t think that’ll be a problem, but I’ve never fought on the circuit.”
“That’s not an issue. You already train with the right people. It’s not that different. Only more structured. You fight only the matches we approve. Matches that benefit us and move you closer to winning a title. Obviously, you should speak with a lawyer, and think things over. There’s no way you can work a day job and do this. Training for a title is a full-time job.”
Maverick tried to swallow back his excitement. He fought not to admit he’d just been let go from his job. Instead, he nodded while trying to look thoughtful and not at all overwhelmed. “I’m not independently wealthy, so...”
Jude’s smile was laughing at him again. It struck Maverick once more how handsome the guy was. He was wide shouldered with a massive chest. The man looked close to forty-five with his graying scruff and bald head. Jude Green was a sexy bear.
“If you accept our deal and start winning matches in the circuit like you have been in bet fights, you’ll never have to worry over money again.”
And Zander wouldn’t be out of his reach any longer. Maverick couldn’t stop that thought from intruding. Still, Maverick didn’t want to appear as floored as he was. “Like you said, I’ll have to consult my lawyer.”
“Perfect. Let’s make plans to meet after you’ve had time to think things over and talk more about it.”
“Sounds good,” Maverick said, digging out his phone so he could save Jude’s number to his contact list. Zander’s name stared up at him from an unread message. Maverick’s thoughts stumbled. Everything else could wait. He quickly opened his messages.
Zander: I’m so sorry. I’ll have to miss your match tonight. A problem cropped up at my Vegas location. May I see you when I get back?
Maverick couldn’t fight his smile. His gaze lifted and collided with serious gray eyes. The way Jude watched him wasn’t necessarily comfortable.
“You should give me your number.”
Maverick didn’t respond. There was something dark in Jude’s tone.
“So we can schedule a meeting,” Jude clarified, soothing Maverick’s unease.
“Of course,” Maverick said, rattling off his number while feeling like an idiot. The guy had just made him the offer of a lifetime. His unease seemed ridiculous.
Zander spun his cellphone in his hands. Maverick hadn’t responded to his text. Maybe one night with Zander was enough. After all, Zander had fourteen years on Maverick. Maverick didn’t seem to give a damn about Zander’s money. Of course, then again, Maverick wouldn’t be the first to play that game.
A growl rose in Zander’s throat. He was half a second away from chucking his phone when it buzzed. In his surprise, he juggled the device for a moment before getting his messages open.
Maverick: When can I expect this mystery visit?
Zander had to take a deep breath to fight off the possessiveness rising inside him. He scared himself when it came to Maverick. Zander was afraid of how far he’d go to keep him.
Zander: I’ll be home in the morning.
Maverick: I don’t usually fight back-to-back nights, but I am this weekend. Can I see you afterward?
Zander: I’ll be there.
He lasted all of five seconds before he decided their short text exchange wasn’t enough.
Zander: Can I see you sooner than that?
He bit his lip, wondering if his desperation peeked through. From what he understood that wasn’t attractive.
Zander: Maybe I could take you to breakfast.
Zander: Unless you have to work.
He barely stopped himself from covering his eyes. Even to him, he was starting to sound like an idiot. Zander considered sitting on his hands to keep from sending out anymore texts.
Maverick: What are your plans for tonight?
Zander: Nothing. I just can’t charter a plane until the morning.
He was back to waiting. It was torture waiting for each text to roll in.
Maverick: Okay. I called my sister. She works for Western Air. If you want, and I can crash with you and ride back with you, I could come to you tonight. *hopeful face*
“You must be talking to Maverick. That’s the only time you smile like that.”
Zander’s head snapped up at Yaro’s observation. “Yes. He’s flying in to see me.”
Yaro and Pytor exchanged a smile and left him alone. He didn’t care if those fools thought he was ridiculous. They’d seen him in much more humiliating positions than being happy for once.
Zander: I would love that. Let me know the ticket price and I’ll pay, since you’re coming to see me.
Maverick: I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t willing to pay. Don’t think about the money. Just let me enjoy coming to be with you. I’ll be there by ten.
Fuck. It drove him crazy that Maverick wouldn’t let him do anything for him. But Maverick was right, as long as they were together, Zander couldn’t fuss about money.
Zander: Okay. Can’t wait to see you.
Maverick: Same.
Zander stood and paced. He fought the urge to crack a bottle of vodka to kill time. His skin felt too tight. He was like an addict, itching for his next high.
“Come on,” Yaro said, pulling him from his impatience. He motioned toward the door when Zander looked his way. “Let’s go grab some food and then wait at the airport for your man. Otherwise, you’re likely to wear a hole in the floor.”
Zander damn near raced to the door. Over the next three hours, Zander had never been more thankful for his guards. They kept him busy, ensuring he didn’t climb the walls. Every second of suffering was worth the moment Maverick crawled into the backseat with him and overcame him, covering his mouth with his as if they were alone. Pytor turned up the radio to give them as much privacy as possible.
“Why is your eye swollen and black?” Zander asked between kisses. “Did you throw another match?”
Maverick chuckled against his lips. “I won. Your empty seat just distracted me a little.”
Zander groaned. “Oh no. I tried to text you before your match.”
“I missed it somehow. It’s been a hell of a day.” Maverick sat close with his arms wrapped around Zander. It was like being wrapped in heaven.
His whole body sang. “I’m here to listen.”
“Do you get driven everywhere?”
Zander wondered if Maverick didn’t want to tell him about his day. “I don’t drive. What happened today?”
“Like never?” Maverick asked.
“No.”
Maverick seemed unnaturally fascinated by the revelation. “You don’t, or you can’t?”
Zander shrugged. “I never learned. Why was your day bad?”
“I could teach you.”
“For the love of God, why was your day bad?” Zander asked with a laugh.
Maverick blew out a sigh. “Well, it wasn’t completely bad. I’m here now, and I got offered a sponsorship to fight the legal circuit.”
“That’s amazing.”
“I also got let go from my job,” Maverick added, saving the bad news for last.
“Holy shit. Are you kidding me? You should’ve called.”
Maverick’s sexy smile was everything. “What would you have done? Bought
the firehouse?”
Zander held back his eye roll by force of will alone. “I would’ve listened to you vent.”
“It’s okay.” Maverick brought Zander’s hand to his lips. His tiny kisses tickled the back of Zander’s hand. “I’m with you now.”
Once his inner slut finished cooing, his business side took over. “If you no longer have a job, why wouldn’t you let me pay for your plane ticket? Surely you need to keep your money more than ever right now.”
Maverick’s heated gaze almost made Zander forget to be pragmatic. “I’ll worry over that later. Tonight, I have this,” he said, claiming Zander’s mouth again. Maverick made life sound so easy—like the man could live on Zander’s kisses alone. He had no idea how his sweet treatment completely wrecked Zander.
Five
It was possible that waiting for Maverick outside the locker room smacked a bit of desperation. Zander didn’t care. It was getting harder to stay away. He’d been stalking Maverick too long—watching and wanting. Now that Maverick was his, Zander resented every second they spent apart.
With his hair still dripping from his shower and gym bag in hand, Maverick stepped into the hallway. His gaze found Zander’s like they were connected. The way Maverick’s mouth lifted in the corner the instant he spotted Zander had Zander sucking in a sharp breath. Maverick wasn’t ashamed of whatever he felt for Zander. That was more than obvious by the way he closed the distance between them. Yaro and Pytor shifted positions, turning their backs, and doing their best to hide Maverick and him from sight as Maverick overcame him. Their lips met. For the first time all day, Zander drew a steady breath. It was odd how nothing felt right when Maverick wasn’t around. As always, when they kissed, Maverick turned dominant. His fingers dug into Zander’s jaw, controlling their pace. Everything else about Maverick was gentle, stealing Zander’s heart. The man had no clue how his loving treatment was Zander’s undoing—how no one else had ever been nice to him. He always unbalanced Zander.
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