Defiance (New Adult Romance) (Isaac & Maya) (30 page)

“Promise?”

“Don’t you dare try to inspect my ass!” I exclaim, clinging to him as he tries to pull away until he relents and falls back on top of me.

“I won’t bother asking if you liked that, Rookie. You came really hard.”

“So did you.”

“Yeah, I did. Will you at least
consider
letting me put in some more soundproofing in the bedroom?” he asks hopefully.

“Nope. I don’t care if the neighbors know how fantastic our sex life is.”

“You are impossible,” he laughs, bringing me with him as he sits upright in the bed.

He holds me for a while, kissing me tenderly. It’s so relaxing I almost fall asleep, but he has other plans. My body is so limp I can barely hold on as he lifts me up and carries me into the bathroom. “I’m in for a major Isaac the Sex God aftercare session now, aren’t I?” I grumble.

“Fuck yes, you are,” he says firmly, turning on the shower. “You think I can stop myself when you can start crying like that after the first time we have anal sex?”

“Did I get cum all over the sheets?”

“Yes,” he chuckles. “But you’re not allowed to worry about that or anything else right now.” Isaac steps into the cascading water, his back toward me as he washes himself thoroughly. I wrap my arms around his waist and rest my head on his spine because I can’t stand not touching him.

“Are you worried about contaminating the rest of me?” I ask.

“Not anymore,” he says, turning around and whirling me into the water. I don’t even try to resist when he pushes my legs apart and washes me, checking his fingers for blood that isn’t there because I made sure to do that myself so he wouldn’t see it. “You used that giant plug didn’t you?”

“I sure did,” I tease.

“When?”

“Three days ago while you were at work.”

He lets out a frustrated sigh, shaking his head. “Did it hurt a lot?”

“It wasn’t that bad. I made sure I was super horny first, thinking about getting ready for you,” I coo, dragging my lips across his shoulder.

“Do you have any idea how much trouble you would be in right now if this was that type of relationship?”

“Probably a lot. But since it isn’t that type of relationship you’ll reward me somehow instead. Can I be on top next time?” I say, biting my lip.

“God, you’re such a brat.”

“You know you love it.”

“I
really
do,” he groans, pressing his excitement against my hip. “Because I love you.” He spends the rest of the shower showing me as his lips kiss every square inch of my skin. It quickly leads to something else because that’s how showers always end.

Isaac wants to ice my ass when we’re done, but I absolutely refuse. We compromise on taking ibuprofen that I don’t need. That turned out to be a trick because even though I’m sleepy and want a nice, weekend nap on the balcony, I have to eat or risk the medication upsetting my stomach. I should have seen that one coming. At least Isaac is extra hot when he’s smug.

39

Maya

“I wanted to ask you something,” Isaac says while he browns Italian sausage. The aroma makes my stomach grumble loudly and we both laugh. “I knew you were still hungry.”

“This smells familiar. Are you making that dish you fed me on the first night we met?”

“Yeah, I am. I guess it’s my official meal to feed you when I know that you’re starving.”

“How thoughtful. So, what did you want to ask me?”

He exhales nervously. “Um… and you don’t have to say yes, but I’d appreciate it if you seriously considered it. How do you feel about leaving Boston after you graduate? At least for your gap year.”

“Oh,” I reply. “We could do that. Where would you want to go?”

“Preferably some place where newspapers don’t exist, but at least not on the East coast. There’s got to be a rock we could crawl under somewhere out west.” Poor Isaac. He’s always so worried about something.

“What do you think about California?” I suggest, leaning over to kiss his shoulder and put him at ease.

“Why California?”

“Stanford. Maybe Berkeley, I almost went there anyway. I could go to grad school in California. We could live there.”

“You don’t care?”

“Not at all,” I reply. “A fresh start sounds pretty good, actually.”

“Speaking of fresh starts… and I’m not officially asking anything here, so don’t freak, but… I don’t want our last name to be Kavanagh.”

My breath catches in my throat and I can’t help but smile. “
Our
last name, huh?”

“Yeah,” he says, grinning back at me. “
Our
last name.”

“If I’d known I was going to get a half assed proposal out of the deal, I would have given you anal earlier.”

“Maya…” he laughs, kissing my fingertips, paying extra attention to my left ring finger as he stares into my eyes. “You are so bad.”

“I can’t help it. But yeah, we can pick something new. That works for me.”

“I’ll become a Sheffield if you want.”

“How progressive of you.”

“Anything you want, baby,” he chuckles.

“No, I’m not exactly crazy about my last name either. It’s not like that side of the family recognizes me as one of their own,” I murmur. “We’ll find something brand new, just for us. You’re keeping your first name though, right?”

“I have to. I’ve grown too accustomed to hearing you scream it now. And besides, it’ll be hard enough to find a last name that has any kind of meaning, anyway.”

“We could go with Green.”

“Isaac and Maya Green? That’s not nearly sexy enough for us.”

“Well, you’re used to hearing me scream that, too.”

“No, you’re typically panting if that one slips out. Or begging,” he teases.

I stick my tongue out at him and Isaac brandishes his spatula at me, raising on eyebrow. “You can’t spank me today, even though I’m not sore,” I remind him.

“Like you ever get spanked.” He finishes the sauce and starts doling out a hefty portion for me. “I tried to think of a landmark or street name from around the apartment building downtown, but nothing sounded right.”

“Yeah, there’s no way I’m going through life as Maya Franklin or anything like that,” I say, taking a bite. Oh, my God, this is
incredible
. “Hey. What about that forest preserve with the meadow?”

“Emerson?”

“Yeah. It’s a little transcendental and all, but it’s meaningful too.”

“Isaac and Maya Emerson,” he says. “That could work, I like the way it sounds.”

“Me too.” I love me too kisses so much, especially when he drags his nose back and forth across mine. “We have a while to think about it.”

“Not that long, actually,” he replies, smirking at me. Eyes widening, my stomach gets all melty until I’m smiling so much it turns into a giggle. If anyone can make me act like a complete ninny, Isaac can. “Keep that up and it will be tomorrow.”

“I told you, I want to graduate first,” I whisper, but I’m not so sure anymore.

“I know. I should probably get exonerated beforehand as well.”

“Okay, no more talking about serious stuff,” I insist. “What’s on your agenda for the day?”

“More serious stuff, actually,” he says. “I have a confession.”

“Save it. Let’s go out somewhere. It’s beautiful outside.”

“It has to be tonight anyway. And don’t worry, we’re going somewhere too.”

Isaac lets me pick from a very limited list of destinations after we finish eating and get dressed. One day we’ll be able to go outside without looking over our shoulders and I can’t wait. Long car rides are starting to get old.

It’s late when we get back and I never got my nap, so I drift off on the drive home. When I open my eyes, we’re back in the city, but not on the right road.

“Did you forget where we live now?” I yawn.

“I did not.”

“So why are we in my old neighborhood?”

“I told you. I have a confession to make,” he reminds me.

“You sound pretty calm for someone who’s about to make a confession.”

“It’s a happy confession. It’s actually an anniversary of sorts.”

“For us?”

“Yep.”

We’re getting close to the year mark, so that’s impossible. No important dates could have repeated yet. “But…”

“I’ll explain in a second,” he says, parking the car.

“Why are we stopping?”

“Because we’re getting out.”

“Here? We can’t. What if someone sees us?”

“They won’t. We’re wearing hoodies, it’s chilly out now.”

“Barely,” I reply, pulling my hooded sweatshirt over my head. “It’s also midnight, that should help.”

Holding hands, we walk into a park that’s probably officially closed, but Isaac doesn’t seem very worried and we’re not the only people here. It’s a safe neighborhood though, so it’s not a big deal. We come to a bench and Isaac sits down, pulling me onto his lap.

“It’s not quite midnight yet. It’s 11:45, so we’re about ten hours late, but it’s still technically the right date.”

“The right date for what, Isaac?”

“The first time I ever saw you,” he whispers, his eyes growing wide and childlike.

“What do you mean?”

“You remember this park, right?”

“Yeah, it’s right by my house. I used to come here all the time.”

“So did I. Sometimes you showed up, usually you didn’t. But I kept coming here to watch for you, just in case. I’d sit here for hours, for days on end, just for a chance to catch a glimpse of you.”

“What?”

“I was on a bender, I guess you could say, when I agreed to train you. I’d seen your pictures, I knew you were an Ivy League student, so I started hanging out in Cambridge. That’s all I did anyway, I just roamed around, so why not here? I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I was so excited.”

“Just from seeing my pictures?”

“Yeah. Well, that and knowing that you were a newbie. I was
really
fucking excited. I’ve been jacking off to thoughts of you for a while now,” he laughs, kissing my temple.

“I was pretty excited too,” I confess. “Terrified, but the idea crept into my nighttime fantasies a few times.”

“Well, you still didn’t know what you were in for at this time last year. And I had a shitty night. I was still pretty fucked up when I woke up around noon and drove out here. The sun was shining, but I was still in a hoodie and sunglasses. It was just too bright. I totally looked like a deviant.”

“You sat on
this
bench?”

“Yep. I can see you scanning your memory, but I’m probably not in it. You were all the way over there,” he explains, pointing across the park. “On that bench. Reading. I saw you walk across the grass before you sat down, I noticed your hair right away. You were wearing a light blue shirt and
very
short shorts that I probably wouldn’t approve of now if I knew you were going to be around other guys,” he laughs. That is total crap, Isaac never tells me what to wear. “God, you were
so
fucking hot. I sobered up quick.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. It was definitely you. Like I said, it was a shitty night. I decided that I wasn’t going to go through with it. I wanted to, but I was just too messed up. But then I actually saw you, and that was it. I had to. I wanted you, more than I’d ever wanted anybody,” he rasps into my ear, sliding his hand between my thighs. “I want you
so
much more now, but a year ago my response was pretty intense compared to what I was used to. I felt alive for the first time in a while.”

“This is really hot,” I murmur, scooting closer to him so that I feel more of his erection digging into my rear.

“Fuck yeah, it was. I was on fire. I came this close to walking up to you, it was so hard to resist. But you were meeting a friend. It wasn’t Piper, and I haven’t seen her since.”

“She isn’t a close friend. We just ran into each other.”

“Well, you pulled your face out of that book and I could see it better. Holy shit, you were so gorgeous. Then you started chatting and laughing. You kicked your sandals off and flipped your legs up underneath you. I thought I was going to come in my pants right there,” he breathes, dragging his lips across my neck. “I wanted to be sitting next to you on that bench so fucking much. I wanted to be the person that was making you laugh. I just knew right away, Maya. You were the one for me, you were mine, I had to have you. I bought our favorite nipple rings that day.”

Isaac glances around and reaches under my shirt, groping my breast and tweaking my nipple. I’m the one that’s about to come in my pants. His dick is so hard right now. If it wouldn’t get us arrested, I’d go down on him right here.

“You came back to watch me?” I ask.

“I did. I worried that you’d see me. I figured if you did, you’d run away when we finally met. And it’s a good thing I’m so incredibly, clinically paranoid because I obviously had no idea that if my face made it into that beautiful brain of yours, it would have popped up right away and really freaked you out.”

“Yeah, probably,” I giggle, teasing his neck back.

“So I started watching you from my car. I’d follow you when you walked home, but I was too paranoid to turn down your block. I didn’t know what building you lived in, but I knew your first name and I knew your street. So I told Jace before I left and he pulled all the background info about you that he could.”

“Are you serious?” A sane girl would probably be outraged, but that just made me hornier.

“I didn’t get it until that day you went to the salon, and I felt too guilty to look at it. Actually, guilt was only part of it, I wanted you to tell me yourself. We were still in a standoff, I didn’t want to cheat.”

“How many times did you see me?”

“Five. I lied when I said I hadn’t fucked anyone for a month before I met you. I hadn’t fucked anyone else since the moment I found out I was going to have you. I didn’t want them. It felt wrong.”

“Isaac...” I screwed four different guys in that time.

“I know.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I really don’t care,” he assures me, leaning me back until he’s cradling me and kissing me deeply. “I was so scared that you weren’t going to get out of that car that night, but it didn’t matter. I had a Plan B. Actually, I had plans C all the way through G, if I recall.”

“Of course you did,” I giggle.

“What can I say, I fantasized about you quite a bit. I was determined to meet you and sweep you off your feet one way or another. But you still thr
ew me a curve ball.”

“I did?”

“Yeah. You didn’t get out of your car, you let me get in. I watched you from the moment you pulled up, I was so nervous. Once I saw that freak show walking up my sidewalk, I knew you were going to take off and even though I wanted you to be the one to come to me, I ended up running after you. I was supposed to take the lead, that was a part of all the plans and fantasies. But you’re the one that always had the control, even before I realized it. From the moment I saw you, I was all yours.”

“I’m so glad you came out to get me.”

“Me too,” he says, his smile pressing against mine. “You were so scared.”

“Is that why you were so sweet?”

“Definitely. I didn’t expect that part either. I knew I wouldn’t hurt you, but I didn’t think I’d fall so hard. I had no idea it was even possible to care that much about another person.”

“Why did you take so long to tell me about this?”

“I don’t know. I thought you might be angry or creeped out.”

“I’m not,” I whisper. “So how did this fantasy go? You’re sitting on this bench watching the girl next door across the park. Then she saunters over to you and sits on your lap. You kiss her and one thing leads to another?”