Chapter 25

“Bed. There,” Maverick replied a moment later, mimicking Dirk’s tone of voice. “Us, on it.”

Neither of them needed a second hint. They tumbled onto the bed, where Maverick finished what he’d started, pulling Dirk’s shirt off, before shedding his own. “Now that’s more like it,” he said, running his hands over Dirk’s chest and then down his sides. He paused, frowning. “Scars?”

“The reminder of a job that almost went wrong.”

“And this?” Maverick touched the puckered scar on Dirk’s bicep.

“A shootout with a gun runner who decided he wanted to take me out rather than be arrested.”

“I gather he lost since you’re here.”

“He did,” Dirk replied as he wrapped one hand around Maverick’s rampant cock generating a needy gasp from Maverick. “Don’t move,” he ordered while he pulled open the drawer of the nightstand with his free hand. A moment later he was ripping open a condom packet with his teeth and then sheathing Maverick’s dick.