Maverick
“Dad, we go to the ranch?”
Mav smiled at his four-year-old son. Bray calling him dad is still something that puts a smile on his face every time. There was a time that Brayden hardly talked, and Mav didn’t blame him. Being picked up by a stranger, a tall, big man at that, was probably terrifying to a three-year-old.
Last year, he was balls deep in an anonymous brunette that he had no idea who her name was when his phone rang. He ignored it, and it stopped, but then it started back up. He slapped the ass of the woman that he was f*cking from behind and reaching over, he grabbed his phone off of his night stand. She kept f*cking herself on his d*ck, and he wasn’t inclined to stop her.
“Who is this?” he barked into the phone.
“Is this Mr. Holston,” a woman said over the
