by Evan Grace
I nod. He pulls the door open for me and before I close the door, he leans in. “I know I don’t have the right to ask, but text me when you get there, please.”
“I’ll text you, I promise.”
“Drive safe.” He closes the door for me, and I start my car, blasting the AC. I roll down my window. “Bye.”
Maverick knocks twice on the roof and then backs away.
As I drive away a moment later, I watch him, watching me, in the rearview mirror. I wonder what prompted his visit, but I’m glad he came. Now I don’t feel like I’m running away, it’s just a little mid-vacay, vacay.
Twelve
Maverick
Gwen’s been gone for three days, and we’ve texted a lot. She did as I had asked and texted me when she got to her friends’ house. The smart ass even sent me a picture of herself in front of their mailbox, giving a thumbs up.
After the night at Hooligan’s, I did a lot of thinking and I came to the conclusion that I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I was worried how Chief Malone was going to treat me at work, but he was nice… enough. I’m sure he has questions, and hell, maybe he just doesn’t want to know the answers.
A lot of my dickhead brothers in blue have been giving me shit about the catfight I started. Of course the way Gwen swung at Tawney was no catfight. My girl knew how to fight. My girl, hmm… I like the sound of that. Why the fuck does it not scare me?
There was an attraction there, from the start, but I want to know if it’s just sexual. When we’re together it’s explosive, and she’s the best I ever fucking had, but a relationship can’t survive just on sex, eventually it fizzles out if there is not more there—at least that’s what I assume, since I’ve never had a real relationship.
She’ll be home the day after tomorrow and she’s coming straight to my house to spend the weekend with me.
I focus back on the grill. Troy and a couple other buddies of ours are over for burgers, beers, and the UFC fights. My phone pings and I see that it’s a text from Gwen, she could probably feel me thinking about her.
I open it and smile. It’s a picture of Gwen, her hair blowing behind her and a little girl sits in her lap. They’re smiling at each other.
Gwen: This is Jasmine and she’s been my shadow since I got here.
I type out a quick response.
Maverick: She’s cute. Are you having a good time?
Gwen: I am. We’ve spent a lot of time at the beach. Tonight we’re having a huge Cajun feast. Dane is from Louisiana and he wants to cook us some of his favorites growing up. We’re having Gumbo, red beans and rice, and who knows what else. I’m currently on Hurricane number two.
I smile and quickly type my reply.
Maverick: That sounds delicious and I’m super jealous. Go enjoy your friends and we’ll talk soon.
Gwen: Okay talk to you later.
I stick my phone back in my pocket and turn to find Troy staring at me. “What?”
“Nothing, man. Nothing at all.”
I throw the burgers on a platter and we head inside to grub.
I follow behind the car in front of me at a safe distance. They’ve been weaving slightly toward the center line for the past two blocks. They could’ve just turned their head for a second, but then the car does it again.
I flip on my lights and sirens. They pull over and I stop behind them. I climb out of my cruiser and when I reach the driver’s side I see that it’s the lady who lives across the street from me. Her name’s Ida Johnson and she has got to be pushing ninety.
“Good afternoon, Ms. Johnson. How are you doing today?”
She looks up at me and smiles. “Well hello, Officer Graves. Don’t you look handsome in your uniform.” Ida pats my hand. “Was I speeding?”
“No, ma’am. You were swerving across the middle line.”
Ida looks up at me. “Are you sure?”
Her eyes turn glassy and I feel like a supreme asshole, even if it’s my job. “Yes ma’am. I’m not going to write you a ticket, Ida, but it might be time to hang up the driving gloves.”
She nods. “My boy, Richard, has been saying the same thing. I just wasn’t quite ready to give it up.”
I grab her hand, giving it a squeeze. “I can understand that, but it is for your safety and the safety of others. How about I follow you home and make sure you get there safely?”
“You’re a good boy, Maverick. You bring that dog of yours over for a visit real soon.”
“I will ma’am.”
After following her home, I drove back to the station since my shift is over, finally.
I put away the groceries I just bought and look at the time. It’s a little after six, and Gwen should be here within the next half hour. I told her to just grab a snack because I’m grilling steaks for dinner.
I’m not sure what’s going to happen between us — is there really something there or is it because of the shared experience we had, but I’m looking forward to figuring it out. I season the steaks and then set them aside while I get the grill ready.
Butch must sense someone’s coming over because he’s sitting by the front door, staring out. I shake my head when I come back inside — he didn’t even bother looking at me.
Once the rest of the sides are prepped I grab a beer and Butch and I go outside to sit on the steps of the porch. My dog lies down with his head on my lap and I scratch the top of his head.
Ten minutes later, I spot a car coming down the road. The minute it gets close enough, I recognize it. I stand as she pulls into the driveway. Butch trots down the stairs with me following sedately behind . Gwen climbs out, smiling as she squats down to give my boy some love.
“Hey,” I say as I stop a few feet away from her. “How was your drive?”
She stands. “Long, but good.”
I grab her bag out of the back. “I’m making us a big dinner and then we’ll just chill. Does that sound okay?”
“That sounds perfect.” Gwen smiles up at me.
Her already tan skin is even darker. I fight my dick getting hard just thinking about her in a bikini. She grabs her bag out of the back seat and I take it from her, leading her inside.
Gwen slips off her flip-flops and looks up at me. That’s when I see the dark circles under her eyes. I reach out and rub my thumb underneath her eye. “Did you get any sleep?”
“I fall asleep, but then I jerk awake and can’t fall back asleep.” She shrugs.
I drop her bag on the sofa and pull her into my arms. “I’m sorry.” I’m not really sure what else to say.
“It’s not your fault. Anyway, I’m used to it.”
I shake my head. “This isn’t something you should be used to.”
Gwen grabs her bag and disappears down the hall to my bedroom, and returns minus it.
“I’m gonna get the steaks on the grill,” I tell her, because all I really want to do is drag her back to my room and fuck her into exhaustion. I can’t do that, at least not yet.
“Do you need me to do anything?”
“Yeah that’d be great. The potatoes are in the microwave, you just need to turn it on. When they’re done, I have some asparagus all ready to go in a steam bag. Those cook for about four to five minutes. I hope all of that is okay.” I didn’t even think to ask her what she liked to go with her steak.
She smiles up at me and even though she looks tired, Gwen is still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. “That sounds delicious.”
“Okay, I’ll be right back. Oh, how do you like your steak cooked?”
“Medium, thanks.”
When dinner’s done we carry our plates along with bottles of beer out to the back deck, and sit down next to each other. The LED-lit torches around the deck cast a soft glow and were worth every penny.
Neither of us speaks as we both dig into our food. I’m assuming Gwen’s enjoying it because she’s eating every bite. If she doesn’t stop moaning, though, I’m going to lose my freaking mind.
Once we’re fini
shed, Gwen grabs our plates. “This was really great. I’ve got clean up.”
She disappears inside and I take a minute to get my shit together. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea, I don’t think us being in such close proximity is smart because when Gwen’s this close, all I want to do is be inside her.
I finish my beer and head inside. Gwen’s loading the dishwasher, stopping to cover her mouth while she yawns. Coming up behind her, I wrap my arms around her. “We can clean up in the morning. Why don’t you go get ready for bed and we’ll hang out in bed watching a movie?”
Gwen’s mouth opens in a wide, jaw-cracking yawn. “That sounds good,” she says with a laugh.
I kiss her temple before letting her go to disappear down the hall with Butch following closely behind her.
After I finish straightening up, I lock up the house and head back to my bedroom. I stop in the doorway, taking in the view. Gwen is lying on my bed with Butch next to her with his head on her lap. “He loves you,” I tell her.
“Well the feeling is mutual.” She smiles up at me while scratching his head.
Gwen’s wearing a red tank top and black panties. Her nipples are hard, making themselves known as they poke at the cotton material. My dick twitches, but I will it to stop as I pull my t-shirt off, and then my jeans, leaving me in blue boxer briefs.
I head to the bathroom to quickly brush my teeth. I step back into the bedroom and climb onto the bed, lying next to her. We decide to watch Deadpool and when it starts, I hold my arm out until she slides over, resting her head on my chest, and tangling her legs with mine.
In no time at all, I hear the sound of her heavy breathing. I lean down, kissing her forehead.
Thirteen
Gwen
My eyes pop open, the room is dark, and it takes a second to realize where I’m at. Maverick is against my back with his large erection pressed into my ass. His arm is wrapped around me, palming my breast.
Desire pools in my belly as I begin rubbing his dick with my butt. He moans and then shifts against me. I do it again and again until he grinds it again, groaning against the back of my neck.
He begins to massage my breast, tweaking my nipple, causing me to moan. My arm wraps around his neck from behind and I arch my back, pushing my ass into his dick. Maverick’s hand slides down my stomach and into my panties.
I spread my legs, grinding my pussy against his hand. He rubs circles around my clit, making me moan. His fingers slide down further until he reaches my pussy. The wet sound echoes through his bedroom, mixed with our moans.
Maverick pulls down my panties and I help until I can kick them off. He holds me in place while he opens a drawer. I can hear the crinkle of a wrapper and then he’s lifting up my leg. I tip my ass back and feel his dick slide through my wetness.
I groan as he slides inside of me. Fuck, will I ever get used to his size? Reaching behind me again, I wrap my hand around the back of his neck. Maverick places his lips against my neck. Each stroke is deep and hard. He reaches between my legs and rubs my clit.
He pants and grunts against my skin. I let go of him and grab the back of my thigh, lifting my leg, and give him more access. Maverick slides deeper inside of me and triggers my orgasm. I cry out as he gets both arms around me, and begins thrusting faster and faster until he plants himself deep, coming inside of me.
Neither of us moves, he just stays inside of me, hugging my back to his front. My heart hammers in my chest and I smile in the dark as Maverick kisses my neck. I whimper when he finally slips from my body.
“I’ll be right back, baby.” He climbs out of bed and I grab my panties, slipping them back on.
Maverick comes back in and I roll to my side, watching him walk back into his bedroom. His body is so beautiful; tall, muscular, but not overly so, every tattoo a gorgeous piece of art.
“You better stop staring at me like that, or I’m going to need to fuck you again.” His words make my belly quiver.
I cover my eyes with my hands while giggling. The bed dips and then I sigh when I feel Maverick’s lips against my neck. When I uncover my eyes, I wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him to me.
We stay like that for a few minutes before he rolls us so we’re chest to chest. Maverick grabs my leg, pulling it up and over his hip. My face is tucked into his neck, and my arm is wrapped around his waist.
There isn’t an inch of space between us and in no time I feel myself drift off.
The sun warms my skin and I sigh. This has been the best day ever. First me and Maverick made breakfast together, which ended with him eating me on his kitchen table. I returned the favor, blowing him until he came down my throat.
We took Butch for a walk to a little coffee shop that has an outdoor counter. I knew that people would see us together and have questions. I’m sure my dad knows by now, but it didn’t seem to bother Maverick, or at least he doesn’t act like it.
While I helped him plant some hostas in his back yard, we talked about what we were like growing up. “I’ve always been the wild one,” I told him.
“Why does that not surprise me? Of course I was no angel,” Maverick said, smiling at me in a way that made my heart race.
“Of course you weren’t. I bet you were breaking hearts wherever you went.” I smiled at him.
He threw dirt at me and then I threw it back at him. It ended with me on my back and him on top of me. We made out until Butch let it be known he didn’t approve of us ignoring him.
When we finished, we took a shower together, just a shower, and then made sandwiches for lunch. It’s hot, so I changed into my bikini, grabbed a towel, and laid down on one of Maverick’s loungers, which leads me to now.
I brought Butch’s dog bed out so he’s sleeping in the shade and Maverick’s in the other lounger. The sound of the doorbell causes Butch to start barking and he runs into the house.
Maverick jumps up. “I’ll be right back.” He disappears inside, so I decide to head inside to pour myself another glass of lemonade.
“Well hello there.” I turn to find Troy Matthews standing in the mouth of the kitchen. He’s wearing a cocky ass grin on his face.
The man is a total flirt and my sister has the hots for him, but she’s too shy to make a move. “Hey there, trouble.” I step into his open arms. I pull back, smiling up at him, but then gasp when Maverick grabs me around the waist and pulls me toward him. “What the hell.” I look up at him and he’s looking at Troy. “Oh brother.” I pull away from him and grab my lemonade. “I’ll be outside,” I tell them as I walk between the two of them.
I usually don’t like the alpha bullshit, but that was kind of hot, I won’t lie. Outside, I crawl back on the lounger and lie on my stomach. The heat warms me and it doesn’t take long before I’m nodding off.
A hand glides up and down my back. I stretch like a contented kitten and smile as his hand slides over my ass. “Baby, time to get up.”
I roll over and smile up at Maverick. “Hey, how long was I out?”
“Only about twenty minutes. Troy wants us to meet him for pizza and beer. What do you think?”
“That sounds great. I think I need another shower.” I stand up and don’t miss the look on his face as he scans my body. My nipples harden immediately, but I hold my hands up. “No way, mister. My vagina needs a rest.”
I run inside with his laughter following me.
Maverick leads me inside Antonia’s Pizzeria, and we find Troy at a booth by himself. He smiles as we approach. “I see he let you out.”
I laugh as I slide into the booth opposite him. “He did. I told him he better feed me or else.”
My phone rings from my purse. I pull it out and see it’s my sister. “It’s my sister.” They both tell me to go ahead and answer it, so I do. “Hey you. What’s up?”
“Nothing, where are you?”
“Antonia’s having pizza. Do you want to join us?” I chance a glance at Troy and see his eyes are on me.
I hear rustling around. “Are y
ou sure I wouldn’t be intruding?” I’m not telling her that Troy is here. Yes, that’s mean, but if I tell her he’s here, she won’t come—she’s a chickenshit.
“God no. We’re in the booths along the wall right when you walk in.”
“I’ll be there in five.”
I disconnect and then stick my phone in my purse. Troy looks at me expectantly and Maverick shakes his head. “My sister is going to come eat with us. Is that okay?”
“Absofuckinglutely,” Troy says, and I can’t wait to see what happens between these two.
Dinner has been a lot of fun although my sister constantly looks like a deer in the headlights. She’s the most quiet out of us kids—she’s always the peacemaker, and very studious.
Troy seems to be a little wild, but totally hot, and I think he’s just what my sister needs to pull her out of her shell. I grab the last breadstick out of the basket and dip it into the marinara sauce and take a huge bite.
Maverick snatches the rest of the breadstick and pops it into his mouth. “Hey, I was eating that,” I say with a huff. “We’re running in the morning,” I tell him.
“Ughh… I can’t eat another bite,” Taylor says from beside Troy. I swear the guy has barely taken his eyes off of her, but not like I can blame him—my sister is a fucking babe.
I grab my beer, taking a huge drink, and then set it down.
“The cousins all want to plan a night out soon,” Taylor says to me. “We were thinking that we could go glamping.”
“What’s glamping?” Maverick asks.
“It’s camping, but better,” Taylor says with a smile. “What do you think?”
I smile. “That could be a lot of fun.”
She smiles and then her cheeks turn pink as Troy looks at her like he wants to eat her alive. He leans into her. “I want to go glamping.”
Taylor rolls her eyes. “You’re not invited.”