The mories of being thrown into a dirty basent and seeing my mom on a mattress, bound and out cold, ca flooding back. I thought Payton was dead and I was so scared. Ashley, Crow’s daughter, had been hurled down the stairs and she and Mom had worked to get us free. In the end, Dad had found us, and the Club had rescued us, but Dad had been shot in the process. It was the Russian Mob, from what I understood, but Dad didn’t really fill in on the details. It was awful.
"Did you ever hear the entire story?" Maverick asked.
"Um, no. I was, like, four, and I haven’t really wanted to revisit that mory."
Maverick dragged his hands through his hair, and I realized his hesitation to talk to had nothing to do with Club rules and everything to do with trying to protect . I closed the distance between us and slid my hands up his chest. "I’m okay, Möosh. Whatever you need to tell , just tell ."
He dropped his hands, so he could wrap them around . "Hawk said Jenny had sold you but—"
"What?" I snapped. "She fucking sold ? To whom?"
"The Spiders, in a roundabout way. They work with the Russians and have a little trafficking business on the side."
I held Maverick tight. "So..."
"So Jenny didn’t deliver. She owes them... with interest."
I shivered. "There’s still a price on my head."
"Yeah, baby, there’s still a price on your head." He kissed said head. "A big one."
"I..." I squeezed my eyes shut and swallowed. "I get that now’s not the right ti to move, but the thought of not waking up with you every morning is... well, really not a good thought."
"I know. Hawk and I ca up with an option."
"You did?"
"Yeah. Actually, we have two choices," he said. "We move to the compound, or we make so changes to your parents’ basent and move in there."
I leaned back with a frown. "We’d move into my basent? Really. And you’re okay with that? Okay with knowing my dad’s upstairs? Better yet... is he okay with that?"
"He suggested it, Lil."
"He’s gonna know we’re doin’ it," I said with a groan, dropping my head to his chest again.
Maverick chuckled. "He’ll get over it."
"I don’t think he will."
"Then we’ll move to my place... or the compound."
"I don’t want to live all the way in Beaverton, Möosh. It’s too far from work." I looked up at him again. "And your basent isn’t particularly private."
"There is that," he agreed.
"What about Uncle Brock’s place?"
"No."
"Why not? His tenants just moved out."
"Not secure enough."
"That’s a lie. Brock’s FBI, Möosh. He’s got security caras and—"
"No, baby. It’s already been decided."
I scowled. "By whom?"
"Your dad and ."
"Without talking to about it?" I demanded, pulling away from him.
"Don’t make this a thing, Lil."
"Ohmigod, Maverick, you made this a thing!"
"I’m trying to keep you safe!" he snapped.
"You’re kowtowing to my dad!"
"I’m not fucking kowtowing to your dad, Lily! I’m trying to keep you in the safest place possible... close to , close to the club."
"You promised you’d talk to ," I pointed out. "This is not a good way to start our new life together."
"Baby, I had all of five minutes to make a judgnt call. Give a break. I couldn’t talk to you about any of this first. That does not an I didn’t want to."
He was right, I knew he was, but I didn’t want to let him off the hook entirely. I needed to set a different precedence.
"Lil?"
"I’m thinking."
Maverick chuckled, reaching out and pulling against him again. "Stop thinking about ways to punish , unless they’re in the bedroom with both of us naked."
I forced back a laugh and fell against him. "I thought you said no strap-ons."
Maverick groaned. "Gross, Lil."
"I still want to talk to Brock."
He sighed. "You can talk to him, but the answer’s gonna be the sa."
"Don’t piss off, Mav."
"I’m not bending on this one, baby doll. Wrap your mind around it."
"Then you’d better make that basent resemble sothing other than what it does now because if my dad hears scream while you’re fucking , even once, we’re out of here."
He relaxed. "I will."
"You have a week."
"Babe."
"One week, Maverick." I cupped him over his jeans and then slid my hand under the waistband. "I can’t live without this at my beck and call any longer than a week, so figure it out."
Maverick lifted and carried to my bed, kissing deeply as he stretched out beside . I tugged the button free from his jeans and slid the zipper down, so I could get better access to his growing erection.
"We shouldn’t do this here, babe," he said between kisses.
"Let do my thing," I whispered.
"Lil—"
I sat up. "Off."
He stood and pushed his jeans and boxer briefs from his hips, before sitting on the edge of my bed. I knelt between his legs and kissed the tip of his cock before sliding my mouth over the head. Maverick grunted, and I smiled up at him. "Shhh..." I gripped his length gently and pulled down as I took him into my mouth again.
"Lil," he whispered.
I slid my hand under his T-shirt and ran a nail over his nipple, continuing to work his cock with my mouth and hand. It took him a little longer to relax, but when he threaded his fingers through my hair and gripped my scalp, I knew he was finally there with . I loved giving him head. I’d heard friends complain about having to do it, but I genuinely loved it.
"Now, baby."
I sucked a little harder, flattening my hands on his thighs as his body locked, and he ca in my mouth. I waited until his hands left my head, and then I released his cock with a gentle smack, swallowing.
"You just get better at that," he said, stroking my cheek. "Love you."
I grinned and rose to my feet so I could reach his mouth. "Love you more."
"Can I put my pants back on?"
I giggled. "In a minute." I kissed him a few more tis and then let him get dressed.
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