lap. I made a noise of protest and said, “I was going to get a drink!”
“What do you want? I’ll get it for you.” I looked up and Tic-Tac’s face was unreadable.
“Jack and Coke,” I said softly and he gave a nod.
“He’s not a bad guy,” Maverick said. “Just a hardass and a stickler for the rules. It’s the Army in him.”
“He was in the military?” I asked, looking after him as he mixed my drink.
“Yup. Couple of tours, no injuries but he definitely saw some shit.”
“I didn’t know.”
“A lot of us don’t advertise our pain,” he pointed out. “You certainly did a damn good job of keeping your shit under wraps.”
“You got me there,” I admitted and looked down into his face. He reached up and tweaked a thumb in a light caress along my cheek.
I laid a hand on the side of his neck and caressed beneath his jaw with my thumb, leaning down to kiss him.
It was never enough to just kiss him with a simple press of lips. It never failed that I would end up wanting more, coming back for more, so I didn’t bother to pull back. Instead, I let the kiss deepen naturally, my tongue sliding against his in a sensual dance that ignited things lower in my body.
“Here.”
I jumped slightly, the spell broken and looked up. Tic-Tac handed me down my drink.
“Thanks,” I murmured.
“No problem.”
He walked away and I took a sip, coughing slightly. It was good. Good and strong.
“What just happened there?” I asked.
“Well, I do believe you asked to be forgiven and I have to say that looked like a peace offering to me,” Maverick said with a grin and I shook my head a bit mystified.
“Boys,” I said sardonically, and he laughed.
It wasn’t much longer that he bounced me on his knee and said, “What’s say me and you go someplace a little more private?” he said.
With a raised eyebrow and a final sip of my drink I asked, somewhat tipsy, “Are you propositioning me?”
He gave an exaggerated nod and said, “Yes. Absolutely.”
I giggled and he pushed me up into a standing position off his lap. I got up, handed the cup off to Nine who reached out to take it and Maverick dipped and came up, hoisting me up over his shoulder like a sack of grain while I shrieked at the unexpected maneuver.
A rowdy cheer went up around us, drowning out my protests as he marched us across the grounds to our own trailer while I cried out, “No, stop! Put me down! Oh, my God, I think I’m gonna puke!”
“You better not!” he cried and swatted me on the ass which was on full display up over his shoulder.
“I am gonna kill you!” I declared and he laughed.
“Can a guy get a last fuck?” he asked, setting me down. The world spun for a moment and I leaned in for a kiss.
“Absolutely,” I declared, right before our lips met.
He opened the door to our trailer and practically shoved me up the steps and through. I giggled madly against his lips and lost my breath to his kiss as we both fervently got each other naked as fast as possible.
I groaned when he bent me over the bed, slapped my ass with a great resounding crack that reverberated off of the stainless-steel walls of the small trailer’s space, and he rammed into me almost before I was ready.
I arched beneath him, shoving my pussy onto him in offering as he gripped my hips and set the rhythm for a punishing fuck that left us both moaning and gasping.
“You like that?” he demanded roughly. “You like my dick inside you?”
I laughed, a sultry, throaty sound that was wicked in its delight.
“I love it,” I gasped. “I love it, now harder!”
He complied, wonderfully so, our bodies clapping together in sharp reports of sound that echoed back at us, our feral cries mingling, our bodies dewy with sweat as we found this special synchronicity that has us flying along that razor’s edge of orgasm so hard, so fast, it was even more thrilling than the best wind therapy we’d shared together to date and it seemingly set our souls free like nothing else could.
We switched positions, me on my back, his hands on the backs of my thighs, folding me practically in half, pressing my knees to my chest as he worked his way in and out of my pussy. This position changed the angle somehow, made things not only