The Biker's Fate Chapter 298

Maverick's low and quiet voice drilled its way into my dream, and I realized he was talking to someone on the phone. I threw my arm back and connected with an empty mattress, so I forced my eyes open and sighed. I didn't like to wake up without him wrapped around me.

Not bothering to put any clothes on, I headed out of the bedroom and down the hall, following the sound of his voice.

He paced the living room, one hand running over his chin and the other holding his cell. "Yeah. I get it. Yeah, I'm sure." He sighed and then caught my eye. "Dad, gotta call you back. Okay. Bye." He hung up and smiled, closing the distance between us and kissing me deeply. "Morning."

"Hi. What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong." He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around him. "Let's go back to bed."

"Möosh, something's up," I pressed as he carried me down the hall.

"I'm patching in."

I gasped. "What?"

Maverick lowered me to the bed and kissed me again, dragging off his shorts and climbing in beside me. I placed my hand over his mouth before he could distract me further. "Nope."

He chuckled, pulling me against him. "It's time I patch in, Lil. Dad's right. If I want to protect you fully, I need information, and I don't get information unless I'm a member. I'll have to pay my dues like any other recruit, but I told him that as long as it didn't mess with my residency schedule, I was willing to do that."

Maverick was in vet school and didn't have much time left, so it was a rush to the finish.

"But you're too pretty to be a biker," I said. "Not to mention, leather and denim aren't really your go-to."

Maverick had always been a clothes horse. He loved nice things and owned more shoes than I did. He rode, but he didn't own his own Harley. Instead, he'd use his dad's if we wanted to enjoy a clear day.

"I can pull off denim and leather, baby doll."

"This is very true." I shivered. "But you don't own a bike."

"Hatch's got that covered. He bought an old Harley a year ago or so. He was going to sell it for a mint, but he's going to give me a deal."

"This must be bad if your dad thinks you need to patch in."

He gave me a squeeze, pulling the covers up around us. "I've been talking to him for six months about this, babe. It's not a new development, so I don't want you worrying for no reason."

I frowned. "I'm not worrying for 'no reason.'"

He sighed. "Fair enough, but for the moment, will you let your man figure it out? If you need to know something, you will."

"I won't bug you until Tuesday morning, but only because I'm not ready to burst our love bubble yet." I stroked his cheek. "But after that, all bets are off."

Maverick pushed me onto my back and slid his hand between my legs. "I can live with that."

I arched into his hand as he kissed me, whimpering when his thumb connected with my clit. "Mav," I rasped.

"What do you want, baby?"

I pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips. "Control."

He grinned, squeezing my bottom and lifting me so he could slide inside me. I dropped my head back and relished the feeling of him filling me. He lifted me again, bringing me back to the present, and I met his eyes and smiled. "Control, Möosh." I removed his hands from my hips and pushed them above his head. "Which means you don't get to touch."

Maverick raised an eyebrow. "Kinky."

"No kink, just fun."

"Can I request some kink?"

I rolled my eyes. "When it's your turn, you have free rein to get creative, but tonight, I get to play."

Before I could do anything, Maverick flipped me onto my back and buried himself further inside me. "Hey!" I squeaked but was quickly rendered speechless when he started to move, slamming inside me over and over until I exploded around him.

He kissed my neck as he rolled with me onto his back. I shifted, so we were still connected, but my cheek was on his chest. "I hate you," I breathed out.

He squeezed my bottom and chuckled. "You kept jabbering, baby doll. And when your pussy's firmly encasing my cock, I'm not really interested in the jabbering."

"What about when my pussy's not firmly encasing your cock?"

"Then I love your jabbering."

I settled my chin on my hand and met his eyes. "I don't jabber."

"Didn't I just say I love your jabbering? It's a compliment, baby doll."

I contracted my "encasing" and grinned when Maverick let out a quiet groan. "Do you want to rephrase?" I offered, contracting again.

"You're way too good at that, Lil," Maverick complained.

I giggled. "Mom told me Kegels were important."

"You and Payton's sharing nature is weird."

"You don't talk about your body with Ace?" I asked, already knowing the answer to that question. He didn't.

"After the basics, no." He rolled me onto my back again and cupped my breast, drawing a nipple into his mouth. "Your skin is incredible."

He slid his hand between our bodies and fingered my clit. I arched against him, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. He started to move again, and I gripped his bicep as I slid my legs around his waist. "Möosh," I whispered and kissed him again.

"God, I love you," he rasped, stroking my cheek.

"I love you, too."

He rolled over again, and I was back in control. I braced my palms on his chest and rode him, slowly at first, and then, unable to actually control anything, I sped up. His knees hit my back, and his body locked before I was ready, but because he was Maverick Quinn, he didn't revel in his post-climax glow; instead, he thumbed my clit and rolled one of my nipples until I felt my orgasm build. I came undone, falling against his chest and kissing his collarbone.

Maverick gently slid out of me and headed into the bathroom. He returned with a warm washcloth to clean me up, and then climbed back under the covers and pulled me back against his body.

I faced him and slid my arm around his waist. "Do you ever wonder why sex is so good with us?"

He smiled, running a lock of my hair around his finger. "Nope."

"Really?"

"Really." He flattened his palm against my hip and tugged me closer. "Why?"

"Because I hear girls complain that sex sucks and it's always a trending topic on television shows." I shrugged. "I just figured since we were both virgins when we finally did the deed, that it would have been more awkward."

"It was pretty awkward, Lil."

I giggled. "It was not."

"I came as soon as you got naked."

I gasped. "You did not!"

"Close enough."

"You were amazing."

"That right there is why it's always good between us," he said, running his finger between my breasts.

"Because I think you're amazing?"

He nodded. "And because you rewrite history."

"I do not!" I smacked his leg.

Maverick grinned. "Baby doll, you totally freaked out that your dad would find out. Then you bled like a stuck pig and got freaked out because you thought you were going to die because there was so much blood."

I bit my lip. He was right. I didn't remember any of that... I mean I did as soon as he reminded me, which bummed me out. "I preferred my version of the memory, thank you very much."

"I do too," he admitted and kissed me quickly. "What are you making me for breakfast?"

"Cereal."

"Thanks, baby doll." He nodded. "Eggs, bacon, and pancakes would be awesome."

I giggled, throwing the covers off. "I regret ever sharing with you that my parents taught me to cook."

He sat up and slid off the bed. "I'll cook tonight."

I glanced at him over my shoulder. "Um, no, that's okay, Möosh."

Maverick dropped his head back and laughed. "Maybe you should teach me to cook."

"I'd be happy to." I pulled on a clean pair of undies and snagged one of his T-shirts out of his bag.

"Is that all you're wearing?" he asked.

"Yes. Why? Want me to put more clothes on?"

He shook his head. "Hell, no. Just gonna deal with a hard-on for the next few hours."

"I'll take care of you, Möosh, don't you worry," I promised as I knotted his T-shirt on my hip. Maverick groaned, and I couldn't help but grin. I loved how I could drive him crazy without effort.

"I think you need to take care of me now, baby doll."

"I thought you wanted breakfast."

"I do." He sighed. "If you figure out how to flip pancakes and give a blowjob at the same time, let me know, huh?"

"Oh, I'll get right on that," I deadpanned. "Do you think there's a class I could take at Clark?"

"I think they could charge more for a class like that." Maverick pulled on a pair of sweats and followed me out to the kitchen.

"Only if men were paying for it."

"You might have a point."

He kissed me and then, while he made coffee, I went about making my man breakfast.