“You, Logan. I want you,” I purred. When I looked at him, his eyes were filled with hunger, hunger for me. It gave me a thrill to see him looking at me like that. My body shuddered beneath him, unable to withstand the intensity of his gaze. My heart pounded furiously in my chest, and, in that moment, I knew. Logan had stolen my heart, and there was nothing I could do about it. I loved him, body and soul. His eyes were still locked on mine, when he drove deep inside me… harder and faster than I expected. A strangled cry of relief got caught in my throat when he pulled out to the tip and then pushed back inside me. My nails dug into his back as I tilted my hips forward, welcoming his invasion. His eyes were locked on mine while he thrust inside of me, again and again. I slowly raised my knees up to his hips, pulling him deeper inside me. A low groan of pleasure vibrated through his chest as he steadied his stride, easing his rhythm to a slow, demanding pace.
I couldn’t take it. I need more. All of his restraint began to vanish as my body started to tremble and writhe beneath him. With one hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder, he ground his hips against mine. A jolt of pleasure shot through me when he deepened the angle, making my body clamp down around him. The muscles in my body grew tight as my release began to build, burning deep in my stomach. I lifted my hips, trying to match his unrelenting rhythm, but it was too much. The warmth of his body, the consuming burn of his touch, sent me over the edge. My hands reached for the sheets at my side, fisting them tightly when my body began to tremble uncontrollably as my orgasm took hold.
“That’s it, baby. I want to feel you cum. Your * is so fucking tight,” he groaned, and just the sound of his voice sent me spiraling out of control. With a look of pure ecstasy on his face, he quickened his pace. I arched my back as my orgasm seized against my spine. He leaned over me, pressing his lips against mine, smothering my moans of ecstasy. Sweat trickled down his back while his body continued to pound into mine. I wound my legs around his hips, pulling him deeper inside me. With one last, powerful thrust, he found his own release. He held us there, motionless, until his body collapsed against mine.
Minutes passed and I was still trying to catch my breath. Finally, I whispered, “As much as I like having your hot, sweaty body on top of me, I… can’t… breathe,” I gasped. Smiling, he quickly rolled to the side and he pulled me over to him.
“Is that better?” he chuckled.
“Much,” I laughed. The rumbles of voices outside the window stole my laughter and replaced it with panic. “Shit! They’re here!”
Maverick jumped off the bed, revealing his perfectly round ass and long, muscular legs. He peered through the curtains, looking to see who was coming. “It’s not them. It’s just their neighbors, but we better get moving. It wouldn’t be good for them to see us in here.”
After putting on our clothes, we quickly made the bed, making sure not to leave any evidence of our little visit behind. When we finished, Maverick took my hand and led me down the hall. My nerves were on full alert, when he looked through the window one last time to make sure we were clear to leave. Thankfully, the neighbors were busy unloading groceries from their car and didn’t see us slip out the back door.
When we stepped outside, it was almost noon, and the sun was barreling down on us as we walked down the dock. I wanted to jump into the lake and let the water cool my burning skin, but Maverick was still holding my hand, tugging me towards the car. I wasn’t ready to go back to the clubhouse yet, so as soon as his car door slammed shut, I turned to him and asked, “How about something to eat? I’m starving.”
“You’re always starving. My girl and her snacks,” he snickered. The sound of ‘my girl’ rolling off of his lips made my heart flip inside of my chest. “We’ll grab a burger at Hidden Creek on the way back to the club.”
“Great,” I told him smiling. I didn’t care where we went. I just wanted to keep him to myself, as long as I could.
After a few turns down a long, curvy road, we pulled up to a quaint little store with a small patio-styled bar attached on the side. There was a flashing sign out front announcing that there would be a band playing this weekend, and golf carts lined the front parking lot. When we opened the door, the smell of bacon whipped around me, making my stomach growl with hunger. We’d only been standing there for a few seconds when a young girl in her twenties came up and greeted us.
“I’ll be with y’all in just a second. Make yourself comfortable,” she said, forcing a smile as she motioned her hand towards the tables in the back corner of the room. Several older men were sitting around drinking coffee. Each one of them was leaned back in his chairs, reading the morning paper. I had no doubt that they came here every morning to start the day.
“They’ve got pretty good cheeseburgers, or bacon and eggs if you’re still in the mood for breakfast,” Maverick told me when we sat down at one of the empty tables.
“A cheeseburger sounds perfect. I want mine with the works,” I told him. “I’m going to run to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”