“What about my cum, Bailey? Would you settle for that tonight?”
A strangled groan catches in her throat as she shuts her eyes for a beat. Then her lashes lift lazily, and she takes a quick bite on her full bottom lip before she says, “Yes, sir.”
That’s all it takes. I blow.
One hard jerk and I’m coming, hand now braced on her inner thigh, spreading her open. The first rope lands on her toy, the one she doesn’t stop fucking herself with even as I mark her. The next on her clit, dripping down onto her lips.
She works my cum into her pussy with the vibrator. And I watch her do it.
“Oh god,” I groan, losing it over how fucking good she looks. Another rope hits the freshly trimmed triangle, the next her hand.
She doesn’t stop thrusting her toy. She watches, lips parted, legs shaking against mine, as I make a mess of her in the basest way possible.
She’s hot and pink and trembling. All it takes is me wiping the slick of my cum off her hand and pressing it against her hard clit, rubbing it in one firm circle, for her to fall apart right before my eyes.
Bailey screams my name as her head falls back, exposing the elegant column of her throat.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she repeats. Her body goes impossibly taut, then impossibly slack.
She tosses the toy away before slinging an arm over her face, but otherwise doesn’t move to cover herself.
I press her clit once more before my hands explore more of her exquisite body. Palms over her inner thighs. Her stomach. I shape her waist. Gently cup her breasts. Then kiss each one.
And she lies there, letting me. A stillness rolls over us. A peace.
“You’re perfect,” I murmur as I kiss my way down the valley between her breasts. “Every inch. Every look. Every word.”
Her hands move to my hair, fingers trailing over the shell of my ear. The back of my skull.
“I’m so fucking hung up on you, it’s not even funny,” I confess quietly, and then press a kiss to her belly button. She shivers, fingers gliding down the back of my neck.
I don’t expect her to say anything. Or to feel the same way. I’m too old. She’s too young. Too good for me when it comes down to it.
Which is why it sends me reeling when she whispers, “Wherever you’re hanging from … I think I’m on the same hook.”
31
Beau
Beau: I need to talk to someone.
Jasper: No shit. Been telling you that for a while now.
Beau: No. Dick. I need advice.
Jasper: Have you considered Harvey? His advice is always the most entertaining.
Beau: Jas, I’m serious. I can’t handle Harvey’s insanity right now, and you’re the only one who knows about this.
Jasper: Oh. Beer?
Beau: Beer.
Jasper: Pick me up. Sunny will drive me home when she’s done practice.
Beau: I can bring you back.
Jasper: You could, but you’ll prioritize sitting at the bar like the lovesick puppy you are.
I swing by Jasper’s house to pick him up. He’s back from summer training camp in Rose Hill and getting ready for pre-season with the Grizzlies. Which means we’re heading into the time of year where I hardly see him at all.
Especially now that he has Sloane.
Not that I’m one to talk with the amount of time I’ve been spending with Bailey.
I put my truck in park and wait. This fucker is constantly running late. Has been since we were teenagers, since I picked him up and made him move in with us. Made him an honorary Eaton.
My mind drifts back to this morning. To waking up with Bailey, naked, cradled against me, my nose nestled into her coconut and sugar-scented hair. My arms wrapped over her body while her hands held my biceps, as though I would let go if she didn’t hold me against her.
After our orgasms, I used a warm, damp cloth to clean the mess we made and crawled into bed with her.
We didn’t say anything.
At 2:11, I woke with a gasp rather than a yell.
She reached for me before padding to the bathroom and returning with lotion that smelled like her. In the dim light, she gently rubbed my feet until the burning sensation subsided and then crawled back under the covers with me.
We didn’t say anything. Didn’t need to.
Until morning, when I realized there were things I needed to say to her. Things that shouldn’t go unsaid.
And for all my heroics, I took one look at her peaceful, sleeping face, felt my body come alive from watching her lie there, and I crawled out of bed before I could do anything I shouldn’t.
I worked all day, found things to fix just to keep myself busy.