Love is telling me I’m acting like an asshole when no one else will.
Love is taking me shopping to find shoes that don’t rub my feet raw.
It’s waking up every goddamn night for weeks to swim in the river with me, so I don’t have a nightmare.
Bailey doesn’t need flowery words.
Bailey needs proof.
I lift my head, getting lost in the inky depths of her irises. “Then let me be the first to do that too.”
She nods and my fingers curl around the soft cotton. I slowly lift it, dragging it up her body. Her arms raise without resistance as I discard the shirt, leaving her standing before me in a pale pink strapless bra. My hands roam as I take her in, continuing down her back where I unfasten the hooks and let her bra fall away too.
When I drop to my knees in front of her, her hands sink into my hair. Combing. Stroking.
I take my time. It feels a bit like unwrapping a present. But not the way I did as a child, shredding and tearing until I got to what was underneath. No, this is me carefully peeling the tape back, smoothing every crease.
Her button. Her zipper. Her jeans. All gently pulled away until it’s just a smooth expanse of skin and a pale pink thong.
I look up at her, meeting her gaze, as my hands slide over her hips, cupping the firm globes of her ass. “I love you.”
“Okay,” she whispers, like she still can’t quite believe it. And that’s fine with me. I like a challenge.
“Should I keep going?”
Her nod is fast, slightly frantic. “Yes. Please.”
My lips quirk as I work her underwear down her thighs. She’s still. Too still. “I like it when you’re so sweet and polite, Bailey.”
A nervous laugh tumbles from her lips, and she breathes again. “Fuck you, Beau.”
My cheek twitches. There’s the girl I know.
With her panties around her ankles, I glance up at her, giving her my wickedest grin to cut the tension. “That’s exactly what you’re going to be doing once I finish eating this pretty pussy.”
35
Bailey
I’m pretty sure this is a dream and someone will shake me awake at any moment.
But when Beau licks up my slit, tongue flicking hard at my clit, my back bows off the bed and I know this isn’t a dream.
Because I always wake up from sex dreams right when it’s finally getting good.
And that was really fucking good. I make some sort of uncontrolled mewling noise and my body trembles against my will.
“You like that, baby?” Beau asks as he drapes my thighs over his shoulders.
Then he does the same thing again. Slow and purposeful, the pressure is just right.
I attempt to stifle another desperate sound coming from the back of my throat, but fail. “Yes,” I try to reply, but the word is all garbled.
I feel the rumble of his deep, amused chuckle against my core. The noise I make is something wilder than a whimper—this man knows exactly how to handle me.
He devours me. My legs wrap around his shoulders and eventually work their way up to the back of his head, tugging him closer. His strong arms wrap around my thighs, big hands splayed, holding me open so he can feast on me.
“Am I the first to do this to you?”
I nod, tugging at his hair. Mindless for this man. “Yes.”
“I’m going to be the only one to do this to you, Bailey. Mark my words.”
My head spins. He’s so fucking sure. I don’t know what to make of his confidence. How to cope with it. In my world, nothing lasts forever, and love isn’t even on the table.
Beau gives me so much. I worry I’ll never be able to repay him.
He slides a finger into me, working my body in time with his mouth. My back arches and my palms fly up to my face, gliding back over my hair.
“Should I add another finger, Bailey? Get you nice and ready to take my cock?”
“Yesss.” I moan the word right as I tug at my own hair.
He does exactly as he promised, slow and steady, sucking at my clit as his hand moves faster. Harder. My body shakes as he works me over—squeezing my ass, fingers curling into me, devilish tongue flicking.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I curse. All my hard-won attempts at being a “lady” fly out the window with this man’s head between my legs. “Beau, I’m going to—”
“Come for me, baby.” He pulls back, watching his fingers pump in and out of me. “Let me see it.”
His intimate gaze, his husky words, and his thumb reaching up to rub my clit cause me to shatter. He grips me like a vise, two fingers pushing at that magical spot deep inside me as I call his name. My body is suffused with heat. The backs of my calves cramp. Every muscle braces, clenching on him, before releasing every ounce of pressure. Rocking me to my core.