Deliverance (The Maverick Defense #1) (30 page)

Small fingers threaded through my hair, raking along my scalp as she tugged. I tipped my head up to flash her a wicked smile before I continued lower. Kissing down her flat stomach to the top of her jeans, I unfastened them and slid a hand lower to run over the outside of her panties.

Joy lay there, her breathing harsh as I removed all of her clothes while I remained fully clothed. She was happy to let me stare at her, naked in front of me, and even managed to stop squirming.

“I want you, Joy. I have all along,” I muttered, more to myself as my voice caught in my throat.

“I’m all yours,” she said in a hushed voice and sat up. Trembling hands disappeared under my t-shirt as her palms swept over my abs, taut under her gentle touch. I reached back behind and pulled my t-shirt over my head causing her to pause while her eyes skimmed over every inch of exposed flesh. A fresh wave of desire flooded her gaze, and I couldn’t fight my grin.

Her hands fell to the waistband of my jeans and rested there while she continued to stare. When she bit down on her lip, my dick swelled, painfully hard, desperate to escape from my ever-tightening jeans.

“Joy.” Her eyes flicked up at the sound of my agonized groan, and it was her turn to grin. Slowly, she undid the fastening and slid my zipper down, the pressure on my dick easing. Her thumbs hooked into the side of my jeans and boxers and pushed them down my thighs. My erection sprung free, and Joy dodged out the way.

Pushing up to standing, I struggled out of my jeans, grabbed my wallet, and took out a condom before tossing them both down onto the blanket. Joy hadn’t taken her eyes off me. Wide, glassy eyes tracked every movement, the look in them gave me further encouragement, and I knelt down in front of her. Parting her legs, my hands pressed into the flesh of her inner thigh, baring her to me. Leaning down, my lips claimed hers, kissing her like a man possessed. Her tongue fought with mine. She kept reaching for me, but we were doing this my way. I kissed a path from her lips, along her jawline, and down her neck, pausing to nibble on the pulse beating furiously. She let out a long, drawn-out whimper as I sucked on her skin. At the same time, my thumbs inched upward toward the apex of her thighs.

My fingers slid over her clit and dipped inside her, causing a full body shudder. My lips made their way to her full tits and drew one nipple and then the other into my mouth, teasing each one so her back bowed off the ground, pushing herself further into me. Two fingers slipped inside her while my thumb worked her clit over and over, her soft moans increased as her hips rocked against my hand. Finally, my lips kissed their way back up to meet hers.

“Dawson,” she whimpered, her voice full of need. Need for me and the release she was so desperate for. Kissing her back, I withdrew my hand from between her legs. Cruel, I knew—I’d left her hanging—but I would finish this inside her.

Reaching to the side of her, I felt for the condom wrapper and wrestled the circle of latex out of the wrapper and over my erection.

“You okay?” I asked. Checking this was what she really wanted, I gave her one last chance to change her mind.

“Dawson, please,” she pleaded, and my grin widened a notch.

“What, Joy …?” I asked, feigning innocence, knowing full well I’d left her wanting more.

“Dawson.” She reached for me, but I captured her wrists and pinned them above her head, my knees keeping her legs wide.

“Tell me,” I demanded, my voice a hushed whisper. My blue eyes dared her to tell me exactly what she wanted.

“Fuck me.” Her eyes flared turning my grin wicked.

With her wrists still in my grasp, I took hold of the base of my dick, and in one swift movement, I was balls deep inside her and it felt fucking amazing. I took a moment to revel in the feeling of being deep and snug inside her before I could move.

Joy’s head tipped back, exposing her throat, and I brought my lips down to brush it. She leveled her eyes at me and couldn’t look away as I drove deeper into her. Hard and fast, I rolled my hips until her moans grew louder and louder. She was close but fucking hell so was I. It had been too long, and when the tingling sensation at the bottom of my spine started, I thrust deeper. I couldn’t look away, my gaze trained on her as every stroke, every kiss, drove her demons away. Erased Donnie’s touch from her body and replaced it with mine. I was there for her, I wouldn’t let her fall, I would be whatever she needed. Her breath faltered as I pushed us both closer to our climax. Her inner muscles fluttered and clamped down on my dick as she came. A look of rapture spread over her face, glazed eyes looked back up at me. I thrust into her once more and a tsunami of pleasure crashed over me as I came. My whole body sagged, and my head dropped to the crook of her neck as I fought to catch my breath.

I shifted to lay on the side of Joy and gathered her into my arms. She burrowed her head into my chest while I lightly stroked along her spine. When she shivered, I looked down at her.

“Cold?”

“A little,” she replied but burrowed deeper into me and my arms tightened around her. We lay in silence, allowing our racing hearts to slow to a more normal pace.

“Was that better than having sex on coke?” I joked but caught the way she winced as she looked up at me. She leaned up, brushed a kiss over my lips, and smiled. “Way better.” I kissed her back and smiled. I was making light of it—I knew her addiction was worse than she let on. But I could only deal with one serious problem at a time. Once Donnie was out our lives once and for all, then I could concentrate on getting Joy whole and well again.

Rolling over onto my back, I pulled her on top of me. Her legs fell on either side of me, and my dick sprang to life at the sight of her full, round tits swaying in front of me. Joy sat back, her palms resting on my chest, and grinned.

“Is there anywhere we need to be?” She tilted her head to the side in a playful manner. Showing a side of her that I’d missed. I shook my head, a smile spreading across my lips; this sounded promising.

“Nope. Not for a while. Mikey wants to cook out tonight, but we can be late,” I assured her as I fumbled at my side for my wallet to pull out another condom and handed it to her.

As Joy slid it over my dick, my eyes rolled back in my head and I pushed everything else from my mind. I was determined not to let Donnie get between us. Joy was with me, and once this was all over and done with, I was getting her as far away from here as possible.

The second Joy had straddled me, all thoughts of Mikey and his barbecue disappeared. Plus, I lied when she asked if we needed to be anywhere. I knew letting her ride me to a second orgasm would make us late, but damned if I could find it in me to care. By the time we were dressed, which in itself was an exercise in self-control, we were late. It wasn’t my fault I couldn’t get enough of her naked body, finally knowing that she was mine. All mine.

As I pulled away from the old sawmill, I knew Mikey was going to freak out. I dug into my pocket, pulled out my cell, and handed it to Joy.

“Text Mikey and tell him we’re on our way,” I instructed, and she tapped the message icon. After a few second, she dropped the phone into her lap.

“Mikey’s pissed,” she said in an amused voice. I turned to stare at her and saw she was fighting to contain her laughter.

“What? How do you know?”

“He’s texted you a bunch of times. The last one asking where the fuck you were.” She giggled and I joined it, enjoying the carefree sound of her laughter.

“He’ll get over it. I had more important matters to attend to.” I winked at her and reached out for her hand. Her smaller hand slipped into mine, and I brought it to rest on my thigh as I drove.

Odd how things had changed in a short space of time. We’d gone from having a fight about her wanting to get high and me being unable to get past the knowledge of her and Donnie to screwing each other’s brains out. Now, I felt lighter, more content since I’d gotten past Joy and Donnie being together. Sure, it still niggled at me, but I refused to let it consume me. It was what Donnie would want and I wasn’t giving him that power. She was still my Joy, the girl I’d fallen in love with all those years ago, and I couldn’t lose sight of that.

When I pulled into the drive, I killed the engine and turned to Joy, taking her face in my hands and drawing her closer to kiss her softly. It was supposed to be a quick, chaste kiss because my brother and best friend were waiting for us, but when her mouth parted and my tongue touched hers, all sense flew out the window. I hauled her out of the passenger seat and into my lap. Her hands delved into my hair while mine disappeared under her tank top, which was so tight that I didn’t have much room to maneuver. She ground against my dick, which was already hard, and I wondered if we could blow off the barbecue.

No such luck. A loud rap of knuckles on the driver’s side window put an end to our make-out session and Joy jumped with a squeal. Mikey stood at the window, glaring at us before he yanked open the door.

“You’re late. Where the fuck have you been?” he demanded, arms crossed over his chest. He would have looked intimidating if he wasn’t wearing a novelty apron with women’s breasts printed on it. Joy and I sniggered, and he waved a cooking utensil at us. “Can you two keep your hands off each other for five minutes and come eat.” He pointed his barbecue fork at me and stalked off.

Still laughing, I helped Joy from the truck and took her hand in mine to walk around to the backyard. Sitting on the folding chairs was Lex, a beer already in his hand, and by his lopsided smile, it was not his first. Next to him was Joy’s friend, Sherri, who also looked like she’d had more than one already. Troy stood over at the grill with Mikey, giving him pointers by the looks of it. He nodded his greeting, and I admit I was surprised to see him.

Joy rushed over to Sherri; the two hugged and started talking rapidly. I helped myself to a beer and sat down next to Lex, who tipped his bottle in my direction.

“You took your time. Mikey’s been going apeshit.” He laughed, looking more relaxed for the first time since we got here.

“I had stuff to take care of.” I grinned and Lex did a double take, a sly grin spreading across his face.

“Sure, you did.” He winked and tipped his beer at me again. Before he could interrogate me further, Mikey turned around from the grill, looking fucking ridiculous in his apron.

“Now that the latecomers are here, we can
finally
eat.” He gave me a pointed look but laughed when I gave him my middle finger. I was starving, so I headed over to the grill to see what Mikey had thrown together.

The rest of evening passed chilled and drama free. No one said anything about Donnie or the plan or what was coming. Sherri and Troy looked close, and I couldn’t help but wonder what the story there was. Troy was obviously loyal to Donnie, yet here he was, fraternizing with the enemy for Sherri. He had it bad.

Joy had moved from her seat next to Sherri to sit on my lap, curled up, her head resting on my chest as she listened to the conversation. Mikey fetched a blanket for each of the girls and draped it over Joy where she sat with me. Once he’d taken his seat, my hold on her shifted and one hand maneuvered under her top to take hold of her breast in one hand. She shifted her position on my lap, making it easier for my thumb to caress her nipple until it hardened into a peak. I heard her soft sigh of pleasure, but only because she was so close. Glancing around, I didn’t think anyone else had heard it. I continued to stroke her through her bra and she grew restless, shifting on my lap. Every time she did, her ass brushed over my hard dick and a jolt of pleasure zipped through me. It was becoming increasingly difficult and uncomfortable to sit here with a monster erection in my jeans.

Lex held out another beer to me, but I shook my head and stood so abruptly that Joy would have fallen on her ass if I didn’t have such a tight grip on her.

“Joy’s tired,” I announced to everyone and tried to ignore the look on Mikey’s face that called bullshit. “See you in the morning,” I said and walked away before they could say anything.

Up in the bedroom, I kept the lights off but the shades open while both of us undressed. I tried not to stare at Joy’s gorgeous body as she shed her clothes, as well as ignore the raging hard-on I sported. Now that we were alone again, I felt more nervous than before. Like a virgin about to have sex for the first time. But this was Joy. I couldn’t get enough of her. Once she was undressed, she pulled back the covers and climbed into bed. I locked the bedroom door and climbed into bed beside her. I held out my arms and she scooted over to let me hold her. I didn’t want to push her, but my dick was throbbing and her warm breath skated over my chest making it really hard to think about anything else.