Maverick and Mistletoe (Hell's Handlers MC 10.50)

Stephanie worked her hips on his cock, nearly bringing him to his knees every time she clenched around him. He kept a hand splayed across her lower belly, angling her just the way he liked. Based on her mewling cries, she loved every second as well.

God, fuck, it was good. It couldn’t have been more than two minutes of vigorous, sweaty fucking before his balls drew tight and heavy with the need to come. “You almost there, Steph?” he panted as their bodies slapped together.

“Y-yeah.” Sweat dotted her back, and Maverick couldn’t help but drag his tongue along her spine. At the same time, he coasted his hand down and found her clit. He strummed twice before she slapped the dresser’s surface, shouted his name, and shattered in his arms.

Her pussy clamped down, nearly strangling his cock.

“Jesus, fuck,” he yelled as he jammed her hips down and unloaded deep inside her. If they had the time, he’d make her stand there so he could watch as his cum dripped down her legs, but they had to clean up fast and get the hell outta the house.

Yeah, he was a dirty fucker. Lucky for him, that was one of his wife’s favorite qualities about him.

“Holy shit,” Stephanie said as she rested her forehead against the top of the dresser.

He withdrew from the warm clasp of her body, drawing a groan of protest from her. “Kinda wish we had time to take a nap,” she said. “Love falling asleep with you still inside me.” She straightened, then turned and wrapped her arms around his neck, rising on her tiptoes to kiss him.

He groaned against her seeking mouth. “Don’t say shit like that, baby. Too damn tempting.” Holding her close, he spared the time they didn’t have to enjoy the feel of her sated body draped against him and her lips on his.

“I know.” She said with an impish grin. “It just feels so good to have this big cock inside me.” She kissed him once more, then drew away. “They weren’t kidding when they said the stockings were hung, huh?”

Anyone else would have cringed at the horrid pun, but damn he loved how she indulged him in his favorite holiday.

With a wink, she turned and strutted her sexy self into the bathroom. Mav rolled his eyes heavenward and thanked the universe for creating his soulmate.

CHAPTER TWO

WARM TINGLES OF satisfaction still flowed through Stephanie’s veins twenty minutes after they’d gotten on the road to Knoxville. The languid state combined with frigid December air and late hour had her wishing she and Mav could have snuggled under the covers for a few hours before heading to the airport. But they had days ahead of them with nothing to do but enjoy each other, a sunny Florida beach, and a luxurious rental beach house.

Since she loved a good post-coital cuddle, she’d scooted across the pickup truck’s bench seat and nestled next to her husband as soon as she’d climbed in the cab. Never one to miss an opportunity to touch her, Mav had his large hand splayed across her thigh. Steph rested her head on his shoulder and enjoyed the quiet trip to the airport.

“So, what’s the game plan once we land?” she asked.

Chuckling, Mav squeezed her thigh. “You sound sleepy.”

“Mmm, just relaxed,” she answered. “Happy.”

Another affectionate squeeze.

“Curly is sending someone to pick us up. Probably Scott. We’ll stay with Curly and his ol’ lady, Brooke, for a few nights while I help get a security system up and running for them. Then we’ll borrow a bike and head a few hours down the coast to our rental.”

Perfect. She’d met Brooke briefly when the entire Tennessee chapter of the HHMC rode down to Florida a few months prior for a chapter opening party. It’d been a blast, and Brooke had fit right in with the rest of the HHMC ladies. It’d be great to hang with her and get to know her better. Plus, as a dog trainer, Brooke always had more than a handful of adorable pups running around her house.

Nothing to complain about there.

“You know, a few days ago, Chloe told me she’s a little worried about Scott,” Steph said, craning her neck to see her husband’s face.

He glanced down at her before returning his attention to the dark road. “Really? What’d she say?”

Steph shrugged. “Not much. Just that he’s seemed off when she’s talked to him lately.” She sighed. The HHMC women were as close as the patched brothers and had an honor code of their own. Much as they adored their men, they kept each other’s confidences and served as a safe space to vent about anything and everything without worrying their secrets would get back to the men. They all understood the complexities and challenges of club life and would never do or say anything to jeopardize it. Of course, Chloe wouldn’t be mad at Steph for relaying her concerns about her brother to Mav, but still, Steph hesitated. She didn’t want to instigate unnecessary drama for Chloe or Scott. But her friend was legit worried, and maybe Mav could help ease her mind. “I guess Scott has lost his temper with her a few times in kinda an over-the-top way. And he’s been short, not very communicative, and she even said he’s been downright dickish over the past few weeks.”