The Maverick

This story goes out to "quality chicks" and the men who love them everywhere...

Special thanks for Milla for once again, doing a fabulous beta.

The fluorescent in the sign blinked off and on, the "M" and "C" no longer lighting up, obscuring the name of the motel to all but the old-timers. It cast an eerie glow over the parking lot as the night manager locked up the office and retired to his apartment behind the lobby.

In their room, Max and Logan sat together on the bed, finishing their conversation about losing the baby.

“I love you. No matter what. And if that’s okay with you, you can still have a life with me,” Max said, smiling at Logan.

He smiled back at her. “I’d like that. I love you, too. No matter what.”

Max leaned in and kissed Logan. "I don't deserve you," she said quietly.

"If you don't deserve me, then I sure don't deserve you," he replied.

She stared at him for a moment and then laughed. "We're a pair."

"Yeah," he responded, then stretched his arms and sighed.

"You okay?" she asked.

Logan pressed down on the bed and lifted himself closer to the headboard. "Yeah, I just would have liked a shower after our long drive today."

Max nodded. The hotel was clean and safe, but part of its charm was a claw-footed bathtub instead of a standard shaped one.

"You want to take a bath?" she asked.

"Yeah, I suppose that would work, if you don't mind…you know…helping," Logan responded, his voice quiet.

"I never mind," she answered, then stood up. "But let me take a look first."

Logan sat on the bed while Max went into the bathroom. After a minute she emerged.

"I'll be back," she said, then headed from their room out into the hallway.

Logan turned on his side, waiting until Max returned.

Max had been gone for about fifteen minutes when she returned, pushing the wheelchair from the Aztek with a small plastic stool resting on the seat cushion.

Logan pushed himself to a seated position and cocked his eyebrow at her.

"Rubbermaid. Circa 2012. Base, twelve inches. Should do the trick."

"Thanks, MacGyver," Logan responded.

Max shot him a questioning look. "MacGyver?"

"Never mind," Logan replied. "I always forget they didn't have TV Land at Manticore."

Max picked the stool up and Logan easily transferred to the chair. He crossed the room and squeezed the chair through the door into the bathroom. He stopped near the end of the bathtub.

"Okay, so what's your plan here, Mac?"

A confused look crossed Max's face and then she smiled, following his joke. She slipped past his chair and walked to the end of the tub. Leaning over the porcelain edge, she set the stool down on the bottom of the tub, pushing the edges to see if it rocked.

"There, solid as you can get," she confirmed as she turned to look at Logan.

He shot a concerned look back at her. "And this works how?"

Max moved back so she was standing in front of Logan. "Well, we start by getting all of these clothes off of you." She reached down and took hold of the hem of Logan's t-shirt, slowly easing it up over his arms and his head. She pulled it free and tossed it behind his chair.

Her hands traced back down his body, along his abdomens and down to the waist of his pants. Logan placed his hands on his wheels and pushed himself up as she eased his pants down over his hips. Once he was naked, she stepped back and smiled. "See, that wasn't hard at all."

She moved so he could turn his chair and wheel back so that he was even with the stool in the tub. Setting the brake on the chair, he lifted his left and then right leg so they were dangling into the tub and reached forward, placing a hand on either side of his legs. Max watched as he pulled himself forward until he was perched on the edge of the tub. He reached his left hand to the far side of the tub, and then carefully swung his body sideways from the edge of the tub onto the stool.

"Nope, not hard at all," he replied.

Max moved the chair against the sink and returned with a washcloth and a bottle of shampoo. As she handed them to Logan, he looked at her, a smirk on his lips and a devilish look in his eyes.

"Kinda big for one, don't you think?" he asked.

Max laughed and then reached down to take off her shirt.

"No, come here," Logan directed.

Max kicked off her shoes and stepped into the tub, kneeling down on the porcelain so Logan could easily reach her shirt. He slid it off her body, tracing his fingers over her bra. His fingers drifted down to her breasts, where her nipples had begun to harden.

Reaching around, he undid the bra and freed her breasts from the garment. He dropped the bra on the floor and leaned forward, his left hand bracing on the far side of the tub, while his right hand cupped her left breast.

"You are so damned perfect, Max."

They sat that way for a moment and then she stood up, moving in front of his, so that he could remove her pants. He slid the fabric down her thighs, and she rested her right arm on his shoulder to balance as she stepped free of cloth that had covered her all day.

Once naked, she turned back to the faucet, testing the water until it was just right, then switched the water to begin flowing through the showerhead. The water sprayed down over their bodies for a moment until Max stood up and took the moveable showerhead in her hand. She turned and moved down until she was in front of Logan, standing between his legs, and aimed the water so it sprayed over his shoulders.

"Mmm..." Logan sighed as the water sprayed across his chest. Max moved closer until she was nearly on top of him.

"Is that okay?" she asked, as she began moving the water across his back, down his shoulder blades and onto his legs.

Logan nodded as she continued to drench every inch of his skin with the warm water.

Setting the showerhead aside for a moment, she picked up the washcloth and soap. She began to lightly scrub his skin, first washing his neck and then down across his shoulders, down his arms.

"Excellent," Logan said as Max began to abrade his pecs, across his nipples and down his side. She leaned forward and began working on his back, moving down and across the scar that traced along his spine.

Logan leaned forward and teased his tongue across her left nipple. As Max continued to run the cloth across his back, he moved his tongue to her right nipple, moving his tongue around the areola. He moved closer even, her nipple growing harder in his mouth and began to suck gently on the nipple.

"Oh, God," Max moaned, her movements slowing as Logan continued to increase the pressure on her breast.

Logan pulled her down, so they were face to face, his mouth smothering her with a kiss. Max let the soap and cloth slip from her hands as she began to rake her fingers across his back.

Logan reached down behind Max's leg and lifted her foot until it rested on the tub alongside his body. Breaking the kiss, he leaned forward and began tasting her as he moved down toward her navel. His hands ranged up along her butt, moving over her soft skin, always pulling her closer, continuing to taste and nip at her. His lips moved lower, his hand pushing her knee back slightly so he could taste her more fully.

"Logan," Max moaned as his tongue moved over her mound, teasing around her clit. He tasted the salty juices that began to flow as the warm water continued to move around their feet. She moved her hands to his shoulders and arched her back. Her body filled with pleasure and she began to shudder. Suddenly, she collapsed against him, pushing his body to the back of the tub, making him nearly slip off the stool.

"Max?" Logan questioned, as his hand smoothed down her hair.

Max pulled herself back from him, moving until she was standing once again in front of him. "Sorry," she apologized as she helped him regain his position.

Logan laughed, reaching for the showerhead, and began to spray her body. "Well, I was afraid you were having a seizure, but it appears I just need to cool you down," he teased.

Max tried to grab the showerhead away from him, but he was too quick. She moved again, this time knocking him back further and off the stool. As his butt slipped, the stool shot out and knocked her off her feet as well, and she collapsed on top of him.

"Shit!" she exclaimed as the landed against the porcelain with a thump. "You okay, Logan?"

He looked up at her and smiled. "Well, I might have busted my ass, but I can't tell," he replied.

Max reached back and turned off the water. "No, seriously, are you okay?" she asked again, her voice filled with concern.

"Perfectly," Logan answered. He tried to sit up, but his hands slipped against the wet porcelain.

Without a word, Max reached her hand out to him and pulled him forward until he was able to sit up once again.

"You want to get out?" she asked.

"Nah, I want to wash my hair," he replied.

Max reached back the faucet to turn the water back on. She moved back down to the end of the tub, kneeling with his legs between hers.

"Well, I think I can do something about that." She moved the warm water along the back of his head. He tipped his head back and she finished wetting the front portion of his hair. Setting the showerhead down, she poured a small amount of shampoo into her hands and began to rub them
together until suds appeared.

Max leaned forward and began to work the suds through Logan's short hair. Her hands ranged across his head, kneading her nails into his skull as she massaged the soap down to the roots.

Logan moaned with pleasure, his eyes closed. Max slipped her arm behind his back and pulled him forward again as she began to rinse the soap from
his hair.

Logan slipped his arms around her and he pulled her down to him once again. Max dropped the water once again and began to kiss him, first on the mouth, then the ears and then down his neck.

Her fingers tickled slightly along his armpit and down his side. She could feel him begin to squirm below her as his pleasure grew. He pushed on her hip, nudging her to roll onto her side.

Max slipped so she was next to him, helping him to move his tall frame in the tub so they were facing one another. She kept kissing across his shoulders and down along his nipples. She felt his fingers move down her body and enter her, moving back out and then across her clit, making her wet once again.

Logan reached for his cock and teased it against her body. He grabbed the edge of the tub and pressed her against the wall, stuffing himself into her, his fingers pushing him further into her body. Max reacted by pulling him as deep as she could.

"Fuck, Max! God! Fuck!" Logan called as their bodies drew as close as the tight space would allow.

Max began to pant harder as her orgasm grew more intense as the motion made Logan hard within her. Her nails raked down his back, once again, this time leaving bright scratch marks.

Logan pulled himself out, and then pushed in again, driving her mad.

"Yeah, Christ...baby...fuck me!" Max called in uncharacteristic abandon.

Logan pushed his hand against the edge of the tub and moved once again, pressing his body on top of her, and used the edge of the tub as leverage, sliding into her again and again.

Max gasped and climaxed one more time.

Spent, he collapsed against her, his head tucked against hers.

"Logan," Max finally said quietly.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"I need a shower."

FIN

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