9. JW

NINE

JW

I've texted Maeve, I'v called Maeve, and there's been no damn answer. I pressed down on the pedal going well above the posted speed limit through the more deserted areas and only slow down once I hit downtown. Maeve's house isn't far from Whisked Away, a smaller-sized home and even smaller fucking parking. A damn nightmare if you're not used to driving and parking a truck as big as mine. I parallel park behind her car with one try, phone to my ear, which is where it's been the whole ride over. Fuck using the Bluetooth; I needed something to keep me occupied, and it helped for the most part. Mae answering would have been a million times better.

I slam my truck in park, pull the keys out of the ignition, and unfold out of my seat. It seems I'm tracking Mae down a lot today. It'd be a hell of a lot better if she'd be at my house and in my bed. Soon, I'll have her there, very fucking soon.

I'm at her doorstep, knocking on her door and impatiently waiting for Maeve to answer.

"Mae, babe, you here?" I call with another rap of my fist. Her car is here, and I know enough from my sisters that during the week when she's opening the bakery, Maeve likes to be home and in bed early. The sun is barely set and still nothing. I guess she could have gone with her own sisters somewhere. I doubt it though.

My hand is about to try for the doorknob when I hear my baby girl. "Someone's asshole better be burning, or I'm going to light the fucker on fire." I shake my head. She and I are going to have words. Then I'm going to place her over my knee and spank her ass for each cuss word she says to me. I'd do it regardless, watching each cheek darken to a pretty shade of pink. I can't wait to see if she'll push herself into me. Whether it be her pussy grinding down on my thigh or her ass reaching for more.

"JW, what are you doing here?" She opens the door, hair tumbling down in a wet mess, cheeks flushed, and in a white robe.

"Told you I'd be here tonight, baby girl. We're going to have some words about that mouth of yours." I watch as her cheeks flush a deeper pink with every step I take. My hand catches the door and closes it, and the other wraps around Mae's waist, pulling her to me .

"And you're going to do exactly what?" Her head tips back, her short frame pressed against my tall form.

"Just you wait and see." I flip the lock and dip my head. "What were you doing, Mae? What has your nipples pebbled and your cheeks tinted red?" The flash of bare skin is teasing me with her lapels open, giving me a glimpse of her cleavage while also showing me she's bare beneath. At least on the top half.

"JW." Her pretty eyes close, so Maeve isn't aware of me moving my hand, and I run the back of my hands along her smooth bare skin.

"If you can't tell me, Mae, show me." I pull the sash of her robe until it's hanging open a bit more.

"Joseph," she moans my name, a name no one uses, not family or any friend I have. I'm JW to them, but when Maeve says my name, it goes straight to my dick. I've got a mind to strip her down here in the foyer, place Mae on her back, and take my time with her.

"You going to show me what you were doing to your pretty little body while I watch?" I bend toward her, crowding her, and speak low and slowly into her ear.

"God, I shouldn't, but I'm going to," she whimpers. I lick the shell of her ear, traveling to the column of her throat and pulling her soft milky skin into my mouth with one strong pull. I've got a need to mark her, but the last thing I want is some guy seeing a hickey on her neck and getting so much as a hint of her sweetness. They'd probably think about doing the same damn thing to her, and there's no fucking way I'm going to allow that to happen.

"Come on, not gonna watch you work your pussy unless you're in bed, where I get you spread out and open for me."

She sways closer. My hands wrap around her waist, fingers digging into the top of her ass. Fuck, but I love that she has something to hold on to. I walk us toward her bedroom, keeping my hold on her. Mae's house is small, it's easy to scope where everything is—living room, kitchen, and a short hallway shows two doorframes. Both are open. The bathroom is on the left and the bedroom is straight ahead.

"Yes, god, yes." She's using my body to rub hers against. It's going to be damn hard to keep my dick in my jeans with the way she's lighting up. Maybe I should have rethought taking her to bed after all. We make the short trip to her room. Just as I expected, her room is all Maeve. Soft and airy, floral comforter and pillows galore. It's the bed frame that has me ready to come undone, though. Visions of her tied to the metal spindles have me wanting to tie her delicate wrists to them and have my way with Maeve right now.

"Look at you, fuck me. Sweet merciful heaven on earth. You're so damn beautiful it hurts." She lies down once I've placed her at the edge of the bed, crab-walking backwards until her head is resting against the pillows. The robe is still on her body, not that it's doing much good at covering her. Lucky fucking me. I don't even have to give her any direction; she's already setting the pace. "That's right, baby girl, show me how you like your pretty nipples worked." I sit at the end of the bed, keeping a fair amount of distance away, worried I'll take a hell of a lot more than she's ready to give.

"I need more. It's not enough. It's never enough." Her fingers pull at her nipples. My mouth waters, wanting nothing more than to wrap my lips around them.

"Imagine those hands of yours are mine. Slide one down the length of your body, nice and slow, and keep the other one on your tit." I knew Maeve would be hot for me, but I didn't expect it to be this much, and it has me wondering what else she has in her. I readjust myself, trying to calm my dick down. Not like it'll help. If anything, it only makes me harder. "That's it, keep going. Dip your fingers inside your cunt, baby girl, get them nice and wet." This was supposed to be her show, but damn if I can't help myself, especially with her sweet little whimpers.

"Don't stop, please don't stop." She throws her head back, closes her eyes, and starts to close her legs. I move closer, hands going to the inside of her thighs.

"Keep them open, Mae. Feet on the mattress and spread wide." It's on the tip of my tongue to say a fuck of a lot more. Holding back is taking an act of fucking god, but I'll be damned if I ruin watching her come for me. "Swirl the tips of your fingers along your clit but leave one finger inside your pussy." Her eyes open for a second, looking at the grip I have on her thighs. I've yet to leave them, and I'm not sure I can. The pull is too strong, and right now, keeping them where they are means it's not my hand finger-fucking her.

"I'm so close." She slides two fingers back into her cunt, barely pressing them more than knuckle deep. I can see she's tight as fuck and nothing has been inside her besides her fingers. The woman who has my dick wrapped in knots is a hell of a lot more innocent than I knew, and the proof is right there before my very eyes.

"Fuck, yeah, get there. Give me the show I've been dying for."

"Joseph." My name, her voice, watching as the orgasm takes ahold of her is the sweetest pleasure I've ever been graced of beholding.

"Damn, baby girl." I sit back, letting go of her soft and smooth skin, waiting until she comes down from her high. "I may not be claiming you the way I want right now, but I'll be damned if I'll ever let you come by yourself again."