Mercy (Somerset University #3) - Ruby Vincent Page 0,24

grunts rippling heat under my flesh, telling me he was close. I pulled away with a “pop.”

“Why?” he cried.

Giggling, I began backing toward the bed. “You said to tease you.”

“Teasing over.”

“You missed the part where you’re in trouble.”

Maverick vaulted off the couch. Squealing, I made a run for it and was swept off my feet almost immediately. He tossed me on the bed and then himself on top of me.

I was humming with anticipation. Maverick was my sweet, gentle one... until I pushed him over the edge and dangled him. My teasing was a game we played to let the hunter out.

Maverick flipped me onto my stomach, lifted my ass up, and pushed in with one swift move.

“Oh, yeah.” I made like I was going to crawl away and he growled, coming down on me like the two-ton mass of sex, heat, and need that he was. Maverick pressed my head into the sheets, resting on me cheek to cheek. He laced our fingers together in a firm fist and pinned them to the bed. I wasn’t going anywhere. “You’re definitely doing this on purpose.”

He chuckled. “Should I stop?”

“Gotta get it any way you can, love. Although, a tip.” I pushed back, driving him deeper inside of me. “You don’t have to work nearly that hard. I’m ready to go whenever you walk into a room.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He nuzzled my cheek, pulling a breathy sigh from me. “I love you.”

“I love—”

Maverick started pumping, slowly at first, and then picking up the pace as my moans encouraged him. There was something animalistic about him on top of me, pinning me down, groans skating over my cheek, and sweat slicking our bodies.

He couldn’t get an angle to pull out too far. Instead, he drove deeper. Quicker hard thrusts that rolled my eyes into my head.

“Fucking hell, Maverick,” I screamed.

“Nah, I’m fucking you.”

My comeback strangled mid-scream. I writhed underneath him, body rocked so hard by the orgasm I nearly bucked him off. Moments later, he stiffened and spilled himself inside of me.

We collapsed in a heap on the bed.

“Stay like this.” I drew our hands together beneath my head. “Please.”

“Thought I was a two-ton boulder?”

“You are,” I murmured, “and it makes me feel safe to know between me and the world... is you.”

Chapter Four

Maverick

The room was hushed. We hung on with bated breath as Bebop lifted the square, inched toward the hoop, and... let go. It sailed through under raucous shouting more suited to the final shot of an NBA match.

Cydney hugged me, jumping up and down. Nope. This reaction was warranted. Our robot, Bebop, was finished. It sailed through the obstacle course and completed every challenge without a hitch. Not only were we locked to win the competition, but we also got our summer back.

“We’re celebrating,” Cydney announced. “Someone volunteer for DD because we’re getting trashed.”

“Slow down, VP,” I said. “How about we settle for lunch on me?”

“Throw a couple beers in there and you’re on.”

I inclined my head. We were all over twenty-one and whoever got trashed would be thrown in an Uber. No harm, no foul. And we deserved to celebrate.

“Alcohol is on me too.”

“Then I’m in.”

Agreement went up around the room.

“What are we in the mood for?” I asked.

“Let’s order in.” Sawyer slung an arm around my shoulder. “Everyone, come to the Sam house. It’s practically empty. We can eat, drink, and celebrate our impending victory.”

“Two good ideas in one day, boys.” Cydney smacked our biceps. “I like it. Keep ’em coming.”

“Cool with you, Rick?”

I shrugged. “If it’s fine with you, it’s fine with me. Sure you want us trashing your house?”

“Our idea of wild is spending the summer building a robot. I’m not worried about this party getting out of hand.”

My team rushed around, putting away tools, shutting down the computer, packing away the robot, and finally gathering their things and heading to the frat house. I was last to leave. I locked the door and met up with Sawyer at the elevator. We rode down in a silence that for once Sawyer didn’t attempt to break.

The jury was still out on this guy. I watched him during meetings, lunch hangouts, and football. I watched him with the same intensity Aiden tracked all his brothers. If Sawyer was putting on an act, he didn’t break character once.

My team burst into the Sam house like kids going into a haunted house. Equal parts excited and nervous to enter the fraternity held above the rest.

“Grab some couch,