21. Maggie

Maggie

S unlight filters in through the dark drapes, and my eyes flutter open. It's only seven a.m., according to the clock on Grayson's bedside table. Damn my internal clock. I get up and swipe at my stinging eyes. The other half of the bed is still made—he hadn't slept with me. I tiptoe out of the bedroom and find him cuddled up on the couch with a Batman blanket.

Georgie must have a huge thing for Batman. I'll have to remember that. Creeping past his sleeping form, I head to the kitchen and quietly start a pot of coffee.

With silent footsteps, I go to the bathroom and turn on the shower. After washing with whatever soap is available, I grab one of the thick towels and wrap it around me. But as I start to towel off, I catch my reflection in the mirror. Grayson is still hiding behind his walls, but I know he wants this as much as I do. If only I could break them down, show him how great we are together.

Opening the towel, I take in the sight of my body. I look good. Keeping fit as an officer is important to me. Maybe he just needs to see that. Tucking the towel back around me, I stride out of the bathroom.

He's still asleep on the couch, a cute little frown on his face. I drop the towel and slowly climb over him. His dark eyes open lazily, and when he lays eyes on my naked body, I feel his cock wake up beneath me too.

I lean down and start kissing his neck. "Good morning, Mr. Cardenas. I made coffee," I say.

His legs start shifting on the couch. "Maggie?" he asks, his eyes hazy. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Taking what I want, Gray."

He sits up, gently pushing me back as he does. "Maggie, stop." My head bent down, I get back onto my feet.

"I, uh, thought—"

"You thought wrong. I'm not interested."

That pisses me off. He was certainly interested in the car yesterday. Then he had his giant paws all over me when other men gave me attention on the boat and on the base. He was practically stabbing Roger with his eyes. Then doing it again whenever Hobbs offered me a helping hand. So he's a liar. A sexy one, but still, a liar.

"You're going to have to do better than that," I scoff. Here I am, naked and waiting while Grayson pretends he's not attracted to me.

"Now, you're just embarrassing yourself. I don't want this. I never said I did."

"You finger blasted me in a parking lot!" I yell. His neighbors are certainly getting a free ticket to our drama this morning.

"Because…you-you…"

I slap a hand against my thigh. "And now you can't even think of any lie to justify it! Just admit it, you like me!"

"It's early! I haven't had coffee, and we were up late. Give me a minute," he says and sits up. His hands wipe down his face, scrubbing some of the frustrated wrinkles away. "I don't want a relationship," he finally sighs out.

I click my tongue and push him back down. "That's an even bigger lie. Look at your place." I gesture around the room like it will prove my point. "This screams two-point-five children and a dog. You're just scared."

"I…" He looks around the room, trying to find another answer that would convince me, but I'm chuckling again as I reposition myself on his lap. "Stop thinking so much. Be with me, Grayson," I say. I lick his earlobe, and he groans. "Do you want me, Gray?"

His body shudders. "More than anything." I pull the blanket off him and toss it to the floor. Grayson only has his briefs on, and I get a good look at his abs.

"I've been thinking about these since I got shot," I say, tracing a finger down. He tilts his head up at the same time I lower mine, capturing my mouth with his. The kiss is pure fire, tongues gnashing together in a fury of longing. Everything about him burns me. The feel of his body against mine, the manly smell of him—like dirt and sweat and expensive cologne—the taste of his mouth, and the hard bite of his fingers gripping onto my waist.

None of the worries about who he had been or what he had done are in my mind. I can only think of the delicious man that drives me crazy with his long eyelashes and rare smiles.

His hand slips into my wet hair, tugging my head back as he nibbles on my neck. My fingers slide down to his briefs and slip inside the already tented fabric. His cock is weeping onto the boxers, and I smile. "Grayson, I want you. Every part of you."

I stroke his velvety shaft, and he groans again. "It's yours, Maggie. Take it."

My belly clenches at the words, heat flooding my veins. I pump faster, my fingers clamped around his length as our tongues clash together again.

Grayson's hands rove down my body, and I arch my back, desperate for more touch, more Grayson. He cups a hand over my bare breast, his thumb brushing along the nipple. God, I love nipple play. "Please, please, please," I whisper, not caring how pathetic it is that I'm begging.

"You want me to suck your tits, Maggie?" I whimper and grab his face with both hands, leading his mouth where I need it. His tongue flicks out, barely grazing my beaded bud.

"Take it, Gray, please!"

His mouth covers me, the sensation has my pussy tightening in an instant. "Yes!" I scream. Furiously, I grind against his dick, the friction exactly where I need it. I already feel my orgasm building, like a tsunami that will be one hundred feet tall when it finally crashes the shoreline.

"More, Gray, more!"

My hips flick up, and his cock hits my clit again. I shudder. "Fuck, yes, babe. Yes!"

But he stills, his mouth releasing my breast with a soft pop.

"Wh-why'd you stop?" I ask, breathless with a frown.

He wipes his hand across his face and grins the sexiest smile I've ever seen. "You're wrong."

"I-I'm what?" I still don't even know where I am, much less what the hell he's talking about. He pushes me off his lap and stands. Slowly, he lowers his boxer briefs until he's standing in all his naked glory, one hand sliding up and down his cock.

"This means something, Maggie."

"Oh," I say softly. His arms cage me in as he leans down.

"If you want this cock, it means something. You're mine." My heart thunders, my brain agrees with a scream, and my pussy flexes like it can already feel what's coming.

"Yes," I say.

"Say it all."

"I'm, uh, I'm yours, Gray," I say, and his mouth attacks mine. There's an undeniable amount of possession in his kiss. Raw, inescapable passion that solidifies his words; I'm his. He bites my bottom lip.

"You want this cock?" he asks, his hand guiding mine down.

I take it into my palm, and he moves both our hands up and down. "God, yes." He sucks on my neck.

"Then you'll do what I say," he growls.

"Fuck me, yes. Yes, anything, Grayson."

He stands back up, towering over me like a man who knows. He just knows he has me dead to rights. I will literally do whatever he says to get a taste.

"On your knees, baby." Our eyes are locked as I sink onto the floor. "I wanna fuck that pretty mouth, Maggie." The whimper is involuntary. I want that too. Oh, god, how I want that. He roughly cups the back of my head. In a much softer voice, he says, "If it gets to be too much, just tap my thigh, okay?" I'm nodding, but there will be no need.

He slowly puts pressure on the back of my skull, urging my face toward his massive dick. As it comes closer and I get a better look, I say under my breath, "How do you even get this in your pants?"

"You like it, Maggie? It's all for you," he says, letting the tip tease my puckered lips.

I put a hand on my forehead and laugh, breaking a little bit of the tension swirling around us. "It's going to bottom out in my left lung."

"You don't have to—" I don't let him finish. I wrap my lips around the tip and slip my mouth down his perfect shaft. His muscular legs tense, and he gasps, then hisses, "Fuck, yes."

I make quick work of finding a rhythm. Every noise that escapes his lips notches up my pleasure until I'm humping the air. With one hand, I tug on his balls, and he groans, loud and long.

"Baby, you do that again, and I'll blow."

I do it again, and he stills. "No, baby. Not like this," he says and yanks his cock out of my mouth. I make a small sigh of protest as I wipe precum off my chin. He kneels in front of me. "Next time, I'll eat that pretty pussy until your cream covers my beard. But I need to be inside you."

The moment he said that word, my hand moved instinctively, rubbing furiously at my clit, until he yanks me up by my arm. "I want you, Maggie." He positions me roughly until I'm bent over the couch. "Hold on, baby."

I grip the leather cushion with all my strength, my entire body trembling with anticipation. His rough hand slides over my bare skin, and then there's a sharp sting as he slaps my ass. "That's for waking me up naked, you naughty woman."

I squeal in delight, and he smacks me again. "And that's for almost making me lose control in that gorgeous mouth of yours."

A rush of heat floods through me. He lands another smack. "And that one's just for me." Then his body slams into mine, hard and fast, and I can't hold back the yelp that escapes. He immediately pauses. "You okay, baby?"

I nod, biting my lip to keep from crying out. "I'll stop if you need me to," he offers, his voice laced with concern. I shake my head vigorously. If he stops now, I might just keel over. His hips begin to move, slow and deliberate, his fingers kneading my skin. The way he squeezes and caresses sends the most delicious shivers down my spine.

"Maggie, you're so tight," he groans. I push back against him. "You're so big, Gray." He slaps my ass again. "Not too big for you. Perfect." A satisfied hum escapes him, and he picks up the pace. I match him thrust for thrust, the intensity building with every movement.

"Harder, Gray," I moan, desperate for more. He complies, pounding into me with such force that my head taps the wall behind the couch. "Again!" I scream, lost in the rhythm. He drives into me like a man possessed, his grunts animalistic, primal. I almost expect to hear him howl.

"Yes, please, Gray."

"Get there, baby," he growls, his words encouraging me as he slams into me again, his body pushing me closer to the edge. My hand flies between my legs, frantically working my clit as he plunges deeper, over and over.

"I'm so close, Maggie. Almost there, baby," he pants, the pace becoming dizzying. But we're in sync, his body moving with mine, driving us both to the brink. He roars, his fingers digging into my skin.

"Gray!" I scream as my body tenses. A jolt of pure ecstasy surges through me, blinding in its intensity as the world explodes in a riot of color. His release follows, hot and powerful, as he gasps out a choked sound, his movements slowing through a few final pumps.

"Fuck," Grayson mutters, collapsing onto my back, his body still twitching with the aftershocks. I clench around him, feeling the residual waves of pleasure.

"Fuck, indeed," I reply with a giggle.

"No, I mean…shit. I didn't use a condom," he says, pulling out carefully.

I turn and sit on the couch, still catching my breath as I shake my head. "I'm on birth control, and I'm clean."

He flops down beside me, his hand covering his face in relief. "Thank fuck for that. I'm clean too. They did all the checks before releasing me, and I haven't been with anyone since." Of course, I know that. I saw his release forms. But maybe it's not the right time to bring that up. Suddenly feeling insecure, I glance over at him. "What?" he asks, his eyes still closed.

"Nothing," I murmur. It's funny how I can just go from something so intense to feeling unsure again. "I can feel you staring at me, Maggie."

I shift until my feet are tucked under me, leaning my head on the back of the couch. "Did you mean…what you said?"

A smile spreads across his face. "Did I mean that you're mine?" His eyes open, locking onto me. "Every fucking word."

I close my eyes, letting a small smile tug at my lips. "Good."