Maverick by Ashers, LeAnn (classic books to read TXT) 📗

“That’s my boy,” Maverick gloats.

The other little kid takes off his gloves and Ronny swings on him, knocking him back a little. “Fuck yeah!” Lane yells, and the others join in with their laughter.

But I’m dying inside hoping that he doesn’t get hurt.

The boy recovers. Ronny comes back, holding onto his shirt, hitting him twice in the face before knocking him down onto the ground.

“I taught him that shit,” Maverick tells the guy standing next to him, both of them grinning.

I roll my eyes and wait for someone to intervene. “Get that boy off the fucking ice or I will!” From the stands, some man runs to the door that leads up to the rink.

Maverick’s head snaps over to look at the man yelling. I feel movement behind me and I know the guys are standing up preparing for a fight.

I look back to Ronny, who is grinning at his teammates. The fight’s already broken up. He picks up his gloves before he skates to the bench.

He looks up at us and his eyes go to Maverick, who has his hands around the guy’s shirt so he doesn’t tear off towards the rink.

“Look, bitch, I don't know how the fuck that kid thinks he has the right to touch my kid…”

I scoot closer, wanting to stop this before Maverick knocks him out. Maverick doesn’t play when it comes to Ronny.

Maverick puts his face in front of his. “That kid is my fucking son. Your son started that shit. Get the fuck out of this arena before I make you.”

I clench, getting wet at his menacing tone and for protecting Ronny. It may be wrong of me, but I get so turned on when he gets into dad mode.

“No.” The guy leans forward, glaring at Maverick. “He shouldn’t be allowed on the rink with my son,” he says in a snarling tone. He looks over Maverick’s shoulder and I see Ronny leaning over the wall watching what’s happening.

I smile at him reassuringly. “Maverick, Ronny is seeing what’s happening,” I point out.

Maverick pushes the guy out of the door and slams it shut before he can get back in. He leans against it, not even moving from the pushing and shoving the guy is doing.

Maverick gives Ronny a thumbs up. I walk over to him and take his hand. Maverick’s MC brothers sit down and pay attention to the game.

I hear a very loud sound from behind the door. I look back and see the guy’s face in the window, his fist banging into the glass.

I don’t understand why he’s so upset. It’s just a game. I watch as he starts throwing stuff from behind the door, before he whips around, looking at me.

He grabs his dick through his pants, squeezing. My stomach turns in disgust, feeling very uncomfortable.

He unbuttons his pants, and I gasp as he pulls out his dick right in the middle of the arena and starts stroking.

Maverick turns around and looks out of the window. “That fucker!” he roars and rips open the door, tearing out to go after him.

Smiley walks over to me. “What happened?”

A second later Maverick comes back, disgust on his face, and I know mine is showing the same.

He chose to pick on me, he assumed that I was weak and that I couldn’t do anything about it.

“He whipped out his dick in front of Bell and was making fucking sick gestures. I want our tech guy on this. He’s mine.” Maverick points at Smiley.

I take his hand. He’s shaking so hard. I wrap my arm around his back. Maverick moves me until my back is pressed against his front. “I’m sorry, baby,” he whispers into my ear, kissing the side of my neck.

“Not your fault.”

He shakes his head, kissing the side of my head. “It’s not, but I am fucking sorry that a grown-ass man decided that he was going to do that shit to you. I think that shit hurts me more than you.”

He turns me around so he can face me, cupping my jaw. “You are my woman, you are my fucking world and the thought of some fucker upsetting you, disrespecting you, makes me murderous.”

I smile. “You are everything to me too,” I whisper, leaning my forehead against his chest. He pulls me close, arms wrapped around me tight.

“I want to tell you something, something I should have said months ago.”

I lean back so I can see him fully, my heart starting to beat fast at what he plans to say.

“What?”

He smiles, showing me his dimple. “I love you. I love you so much, darlin’.”

I laugh, feeling happiness unlike I have ever felt before. “God, I love you.” I lean up, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him with everything in me, not caring who’s watching.

I pull back, smiling. “But I knew that.”

“What?” he asks, smiling slightly.

“I knew you loved me—you showed me every single day.”

The way he takes care of me, always wanting to make sure I’m okay, protecting me. In the bedroom he is out of this world and he makes sure my needs are above his own.

He worships the ground I walk on.

“I don’t deserve you, darlin’, but I’m just selfish enough to keep you. But no one can care for you, love you like I do.” He stares down at me in disbelief, like he can’t believe I’m actually here in front of him.

“You deserve all of me. I give you all of me,” I whisper back to him, the crowds around us going wild with what happening’s on the ice.

Right now it’s just me and Maverick.

He gives me the most heartbreakingly beautiful smile, and I turn around to check on Ronny, who is now back on the ice.

I take Maverick’s hand and pull him to the glass so we can get a closer look. The timer is almost up.

We’re up by a lot, but Ronny is still skating like he’s losing and trying to hit the