THE CRAZY GOOD SERIES - Rachel Robinson Page 0,103

of honesty he portrays me as. I wipe underneath my eyes. “You’re not fucked up, by the way. You’re sort of magnificent. So is your heart. Our connection is pretty soul shattering, isn’t it? I’m yours, babe. I’m all yours,” I say.

He chuckles. “So, you’re mine? All of you? Every inch?” he asks, wiggling his brows.

“So, now you want to see me naked?” I tease. I’m still trying to control my rapid-fire pulse. I never anticipated making declarations like this at this early freaking hour. I was ready for smut…not love. I’m glad he brought this up. Hearing his confession makes it easier to sort though my own hang-ups over my strong, unexpected feelings for Maverick.

“I always want to see you naked. I just want to make sure we are okay,” he says, his voice warbling with the worsening Internet connection. When he says things like this it shocks me. I bet he rarely needs reassurance of anything. Then I remember his past. His family totally abandoned him. Of course he needs to know “we’re okay”. He’s far away with nothing to hold on to except words. Words are just words until they’re not.

“We’re okay. One hundred percent okay. Take off your pants and show me what you’re working with,” I command, sliding the camisole off both of my shoulders and down around my hips. His eyes widen when he sees my naked body. I tilt the camera so he has a perfect view of my breasts and the bottom half of my face. I bite my lip.

“How can I refuse you when you ask me like that looking like that?”

“See, that’s the thing…you can’t,” I say, shimmying the scrap of lace and throwing it across my bedroom. I catch Maverick trying to touch me through the camera at least twice while I strip. I crawl toward the laptop and watch as he takes off his perfectly hot, baggy camo pants revealing his very large and already hard friend. “I wish it was in my mouth right now,” I admit. A vision of Chat Roulette pops into my mind at the sight of a dick on webcam. Morganna and I had our share of drunken laugh fests in college with that creepy website. Maverick and his amazing member are anything except creepy. I love the double standard.

He groans. “Not more than I wish it was in your mouth. I guarantee that, baby. Lean back let me see all of you,” he orders.

Here goes nothing. I try to remember what it feels like to be naked with Mav in person. How uninhibited he makes me feel. I make sure the screen is at a good angle and crawl to the head of my bed, making sure he sees my ass as I go.

Another loud whistle buzzes through my speakers. “Damn, woman. Damn. Do you work out?” I giggle at his joke.

Sitting, I turn around and face the camera my knees bent up, exposing myself. Maverick shakes his head. I say, “I want you to work out…right now. Let me see your dick.” I have to speak louder because I’m further away from the mic and I want him to hear me clearly. I pray Gretchen is still in the REM stage sleep. Shit.

His camera points down to his lap. His huge hand is wrapped around the most ferocious looking hard-on imaginable. I’m immediately wet. The erotic sight does crazy things I wouldn’t ever expect. I think it’s because it’s him.

“You’re so hard for me,” I purr. “Do you always think about me when you touch yourself?” His hand works faster.

“Always,” he grinds out. “Always.”

I let my legs fall open as I lean back on all the throw pillows men don’t understand. Bet Maverick will now. I close my eyes and pretend it’s Maverick’s hand as I rub my nipples and slide my hand down in between my legs. “What do you think about exactly?” I ask him, peeking through my lashes.

“Your mouth on me. Your sweet, tight fucking pussy milking my cock.” His breathing is labored as he replies and the sound turns me on even more. I move my fingers, finding the perfect rhythm, using my wetness to take it to the next level. “I think about fucking you in my shower, on my bed, in my car…making you scream my name as I fill you with my come.”

Circling my fingers a little faster, a small moan escapes.

“Inside. Put them inside,” Maverick growls. I do and it feels divine. I