Bitter Sweet Heart (Lies, Hearts & Truths #2)(124)

“Hmm . . . Good point.” His lips leave my neck, and the hand down my pants disappears, as does the one in my bra. He dips down and picks me up, carrying me fireman-style across the room.

Herman, our two-year-old German Shepherd, jumps up and starts to follow us to the bedroom, but Maverick closes the door on him. He barks once and whines. When we come out, we’ll find him lying beside the bedroom door, all dejected and sad.

Maverick drops me on the bed and straddles my hips, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. I reach to take my glasses off, but he shakes his head. “Leave them on, Professor Sweet.”

I roll my eyes. “I was a professor for all of a year.”

“You’ll always be my favorite teacher. Every day I learn something new from you.” He pulls my shirt over my head and rids me of my jeans. He pauses, taking in my bra and panties. “This is new. Is this one of my birthday presents?”

“You like?” The bra is pale green lace, the panties the same. I flip over on my stomach.

“Oh fuck, yes. I love it when you get all naughty and pull out the thongs.” He grabs my ass and bites each cheek. “This is, like, my ultimate fantasy, right here.” He pulls his shirt over his head and drops it on the floor. His jeans and boxers follow.

He straddles my thighs and then stretches out on top of me. I turn my head, and his lips connect with my cheek as his erection settles against my lower back. “I want to do dirty things to you.”

“You better do them fast unless you want to spend the rest of the evening wishing you’d planned this out better.”

He chuckles and folds back on his knees, tucking a finger under the waistband and tugging gently. “So fucking sexy.”

I look over my shoulder as he slides his thick cock under the string and along the divide.

“I don’t care what birthday it is; you’re not getting in there with that thing,” I tell him on a low moan.

He chuckles. “Oh, I know. But I can tease you, can’t I?”

I answer with a hum, then moan softly when he stops. I try to push my butt up. He presses a knee between my legs, and I part for him. His fingers find my most sensitive skin as he kisses a path up my back. When I’m on the edge of an orgasm, he covers my body with his again and enters me from behind.

It’s become one of my favorite positions. He’s so deep, and with every thrust, he strokes my G-spot. He takes my chin in his palm and turns my head gently until our lips meet. He keeps rolling his hips, a slow and steady climb all the way to the peak.

After I come, he pulls out and flips me over. He tugs my panties down my thighs and stretches out over me again. His hands curl around my shoulders. “I love you so much,” he murmurs against my lips.

“And I love you.” I wrap my hand around the back of his neck. “You gonna come for me now, Mr. Waters?”

One side of his mouth quirks up in a salacious grin, and his thrusts grow harder, pushing deeper, moving faster. After a moment, he comes on a low groan and collapses on top of me. “Can we play strip Scrabble after everyone leaves?” he mumbles into my neck.

“Absolutely. Now can I get dressed so I’m not scrambling when your family arrives?”

“Definitely. I’ll even help. That’s how much of a team player I am.”

I change into another new bra and panty set while Maverick stands there, still naked, biting his knuckle. “You’re gonna be the best dessert in the world. I’m actually considering skipping dessert entirely so I can cover you in chocolate syrup and lick it off your body.”

I pull my jeans on. “I made a cake. From scratch.”

“Right. You’ll be dessert round two.” He jabs his legs into his boxers.

He’s just pulled his shirt over his head when Herman starts barking.

“Oh my God. People are here. I need to make sure my hair doesn’t scream freshly fucked.” I grab my brush and yank it through, smoothing out knots at the crown. My cheeks are flushed, but there’s nothing I can do about that.

It could be from running around the kitchen as easily as it could be from sex.

The first people to arrive are Lavender, Kody, and River. Lavender and Kody flew in from New York this morning, and they’re staying at his parents’ place. It worked out well because he has a game tomorrow night in Chicago, and we’re all going to see him play.

Lavender pulls me in for a hug. “FYI, my mom is going to bring up a trip to New York for a girls’ weekend. She’s already got the whole itinerary planned, and she’s convinced your mom it’s a great idea. Sorry in advance, but I promise we’ll have fun, even if it will also be mildly embarrassing.”

Kody lifts his hand in a wave. He’s an interesting guy. Mostly quiet and pretty serious, but he lightens up a lot when he’s around Maverick, and it’s very, very clear that he’s painfully in love with Lavender. The sun rises and sets on her.

Our little cabin slowly fills with family. All the parents arrive next, and his cousin BJ. His brother Robbie couldn’t make it because he’s still out in British Columbia managing a crop harvest, but he visited this summer, and this morning he and Maverick had a video chat. He also sent a giant bag of edibles that arrived last week. I put those in the freezer.

Over the past three years, Maverick and I have grown, both individually and as a couple. He took classes part-time and completed a master’s in business administration. I’m still working at the library, but only part-time now, because last year we opened Lavender House, a not-for-profit women’s shelter designed to give women in abusive relationships and their children a safe place to get back on their feet.