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  I whimpered and reached back to grab his thighs. I didn't care who was around. I wanted him above me, below me, deep inside of me. The fear of what might happen dissipated as he moved us into his room.

  Greedy hands pulled my shirt off and worked me out of my bra so quickly I couldn't keep up.

  "Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me." He pressed me to the door and moved down, his lips and tongue worshiping my breasts one at a time. I glanced down to see him pull my dark pink nipple deep into his mouth. The sight and sound of him lost to ecstasy was one of the most beautiful things I'd ever seen. I wanted to memorize it just in case I never got the chance to see it again.

  "I want you so bad." I slid my fingers into his hair and leaned down, kissing the side of his face.

  He lifted up and pulled me down into a long kiss before standing up and pulling me toward the bed. "Fuck, you taste good. Where do you want me, baby?"

  "Everywhere." I pulled at his shirt and helped him out of his jeans. He pulled off his boxer briefs, and I froze in place. Fuck me he was big. Too big. There was no way. Not for my first time.

  "Touch me," he commanded and reached for my hands. He wrapped both of them around his erection and stroked himself, thrusting a little as he locked eyes with me. "Talk to me. I want to hear what you think. What you feel."

  "I'm so lost right now." I pulled at the tip of his dick, wetting my fingers with his precum. "I feel a million things, but most of all, I just want to taste you."

  "Good. Do it." He pressed my shoulders, and I sat down on the edge of the bed in my jeans and shoes, but nothing else. "Put your mouth on me. Suck hard and take as much as you can."

  I nodded and gripped his cock again, stroking him from tip to base. I leaned over and wrapped my lips around his thick head, tonguing the little opening at the end. Salty lust filled my mouth, and the moan that left me had him pressing forward. He had my hair down, and his fingers wound around a thick chunk of it in no time.

  "God, yes. Please don't stop, Bailey. Suck until I come, baby." He held my hair tightly and pressed his cock deeper into my mouth. I gripped his thigh with my free hand and pumped the other hand up and down his shaft. My fingers didn't come close to touching, which excited and scared the shit out of me.

  His moans mixed with the sound of me sucking hard and fast filled the room. My body ached for attention, my pussy wet and contracting like he was already inside of me, my nipples so hard they hurt.

  "That's it, Angel. So close." He reached down and gripped one of my breasts softly, kneading it. "Ever been titty-fucked, Bailey?"

  I mumbled no and groaned again as I neared an orgasm. His words mixed with the delicious taste of him filling up my mouth were almost enough.

  "I'm going to touch every part of you." He gripped my hair and stilled me as he lifted his chin to the air. "Drink it. Now. Drink all of it."

  "Mmmmhmmm." I leaned in and took every ounce of come he gave me, licking at his shaft and sucking hard at the tip of his dick. "So delicious," I mumbled and moved down to tongue his balls.

  "Fuck!" He moved back and pressed his hands to his knees. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. That was so damn good, baby."

  "Yeah, it was." I pressed my hands to my knees and took a shaky breath. "Jer. I-"

  "Jeremy? Are you still here?" His mother's voice resounded just outside the bedroom door.

  "Yeah. I'll be out shortly, Mom. Austin is with Nina."

  "Are you in there alone?" She sounded put-off, but then again, she always did to me.

  I stood up and covered my breasts with my arms. He lifted his hand to calm me and moved behind me, wrapping me in a tight hug.

  "Yep. Be out in a bit. Go back to bed." He licked up the side of my neck and slipped his hand into the front of my jeans and down into my panties. His thick fingers pressed down between my bare lips into the sticky hot wetness pooling at my entrance. He groaned and pressed his mouth to the side of my neck. "I need to fuck you so bad. You have no idea how badly I needed to find you this wet."

  I bit my tongue and tried to pull from him, but he wasn't letting me go anywhere. "Jer-"

  "No." He kissed my ear. "Come for me."

  "No." I pulled away again, but he held on tight and rimmed my pussy, dipping his middle finger into me.

  I bucked against him.

  His mother's voice rose. "Where is Bailey?"

  "No clue, Mom. Be out soon. Rhys and Ellen are in the den. Check on her in there, but leave me be." He bit down on the side of my shoulder and pressed his finger deep inside my slit, fucking me hard and fast as I moved against him and tried not to scream. I was on the edge, dangling over by a string.

  “Fine!” His mother didn’t sound to happy, but at least she was leaving from in front of the fucking door.

  "Come. Now." He pressed his mouth against my ear. "I know you need to. I can feel it all over you. Wet my fingers and next my tongue, and the next time... my dick."

  I cried out and gripped his wrist as I jerked against him, fucking myself against his palm as heat burst through the center of my stomach.

  He had me on my back, my jeans down and his mouth pressed to my wet center before I could protest. He drank me down before sliding his fingers back into me again and forcing me over the edge three more times.

  I glanced down to find his mouth spread open as he sucked on my sensitive bud and his eyes locked on me.

  I knew what he wanted, and I had no doubt that he would get it.

  He wanted me drowning in lust and maybe even love for him.

  Too late. I was already there.

  15

  Jeremy

  "So you had a good holiday?" Mayhem pulled at the hose beside me as we worked to wash one of our three firetrucks.

  "Yeah. I really did." I tried to focus on the task at hand, but my thoughts kept racing back to Bailey. To the feeling of her quivering beneath me, to her taste, to the fucking sound of her crying out as she came.

  I knew it was much more than lust, but the lusty parts were to damn good. They were healing in ways I couldn't explain if someone asked me to.

  "Who was the girl?" He popped me in the arm, bringing me back from my reverie.

  "She was my best friend's little sister." I shrugged and reached up to work on one of the windows.

  "She was damn fine. Are you-"

  "Yeah," I barked and glanced down at the big bastard. "I am."

  "Well. That's great news, man." He smiled up at me. "We were all hoping that maybe you were dating again."

  I chuckled, releasing the stress from my shoulders as I relaxed. I just knew he was going to ask about taking her out or say something about getting into her panties. Neither comment would have been okay.

  "I've been dating for about eighteen months." I gave him a look.

  "Yeah, but that shit with your mom doesn't count."

  "Watch it," I warned him. "You know Mom is just trying to help."

  "Yeah. I get it, but it looks like you don't need any help." He moved back. "I'm heading out. This fucker is almost done."

  "Enjoy your night." I glanced back and smiled as Bailey stood next to the open door, leaning against the door frame. "Damn. You look good. Real good." I got off the truck and jogged toward her. "Where you been the last few days?"

  "Work." She wrapped her arms around my neck, and the world felt right.

  I leaned down and kissed her a few times as I drew her deeper into my arms. "Let's go to my office."

  "What? No." She pulled back a little, but I didn't let her go too far. Her perky breasts felt too good on my chest to give too much leeway.

  "Why not? No one will come in there."

  She glanced around and back up at me. "Not right now. Maybe soon."

  There was something she wasn't telling me, but we were spending the next evening together at her place. I figured I could push her a little more then.

  "Alright. Tell me what you're doing here?" I leaned down and kissed her one more time before the sound of the guy's having fun with it had
me moving back. "Fuck off. Get busy or run laps," I barked.

  She laughed and pulled at my arm. "Come outside with me for a few minutes."

  "Yeah, sure." I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her to my side as we made our way out in front of the fire station. "You get Rhys back to the airport okay?"

  "He's already halfway home I bet." She turned to face me and pressed her hands to my chest. "I need to talk to you about tomorrow night."

  "Hey. If you aren’t ready for me to spend the night, no worries. I know this is moving fast." I reached up and touched the side of her face before scowling. "Why is your hair up? It needs to be down so I can touch it."

  She gave me a look, growled and pulled it down. "Better?"

  "God, yes." I slipped both hands into it and leaned down to consume her mouth. Everything made sense with her pressed against me. All of my worries over Austin or my pain of Laila disappeared for a few minutes. It was more than I ever could have hoped for.

  She lifted up, pressing into the kiss until I slid my hands down and cupped her fine ass.

  "Jer." She moved back and popped me in the chest softly.

  "What? Shit. You're turning me on, woman. I'm about to turn caveman and throw you over my shoulder and take you to the office for a spanking."

  "Don't even think about it." Her sweet mouth turned up in a quirky smile.

  “Shit. That's all I think about." I reached out and pulled her back against me. "Talk to me. What do you wanna say, Angel? I'm listening."

  "I was thinking about your mom." She rubbed her hands over my chest and up to my neck as she studied me. I wanted to flirt some more, but I could tell she was headed somewhere serious.

  "What about her?" I reached up and tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear before sliding my fingers through her silky locks. "She say something to you?"

  "No." She glanced down.

  "Liar."

  Her laugh was sweet. Soft. More than enough to leave me rock hard and thinking about one thing. Owning her.

  "No, really." Bailey glanced up, and the worry in her eyes was more than apparent. "She just wants the best for you, you know?"

  "I'm a thirty-two year old man with a son. I'm pretty sure the best for me is what I say it is." I cupped her face and forced her to look at me. "I want to try this thing out with you, baby. I think it can go somewhere really fast and really strong. Don't you?"

  "I don't know." She pulled back and took a shaky breath. "What if I'm not the right person to bring into Austin's life?"

  "Where is this coming from? We just decided to try each other out on Thursday and it's Sunday. You've talked yourself out of us over a weekend?" Worry flooded me. Damn. Could I stand letting her in only to have her walk away? No. Not a fucking chance.

  "I don't know." She turned and gripped her own hair as she let out a soft growl. "I'm just worried that I'm not enough."

  "That's bullshit, Bailey." I moved up behind her, wrapping my arms around her and squeezing her breast softly as I leaned down and kissed her ear a few times. "Stop fucking this up. It just started. How long have you wanted me?"

  "Forever."

  "Right. So why you pushing me away already? Am I not enough for you? Am I not the guy you thought I would be."

  She whipped around with anger on her face. "No. Never. Don't even say that."

  "Then you stop acting it." I gripped her hips and stepped up, leaning down and kissing the hell out of her. I pressed my tongue deep into her sweet mouth and coaxed hers back into my mouth before sucking and licking at it.

  She whimpered and gripped my shirt tightly. The pretty little thing had worked up a situation in her head that didn't exist. I wasn't going to go three or four days without seeing her again. She was young, and so was the relationship. We had to figure out a groove, and she had to gain her confidence in me. She had to see what I saw, feel what I felt.

  "Hey," I whispered against her soft, wet lips. "Don't think about this shit again. Promise me. Now."

  She nodded. "Okay. I'm just scared."

  "Don't be. Whether anything becomes of us, I'm one of the good guys. I'll always be waiting just behind Rhys to catch you. You get that right?"

  Tears blurred her eyes. "I think so."

  "Good. We'll talk some more tomorrow night. Let's make dinner together and then make love. I want to feel every part of you, baby." I leaned down and kissed her again, stealing her breath from her mouth and leaving her wobbly on her feet. It's the way I always wanted her to feel when she was with me.

  "What about Laila?" she blurted out as her face paled.

  "What about her?" I reached out and cupped Bailey's face. "She's gone and I have to move on."

  "Can you do that?" She wrapped her slender fingers around my wrist.

  "I don't know." I glanced up at the sky. My turn to take a shaky breath. I let it out slowly and tilted my chin down until the most beautiful innocent eyes stared up at me. "I think I can, but I'm going to need your help."

  "I want to help you in any way I can." Her voice softened as her eyes widened a little.

  "Then make love to me tomorrow night. Help me wash away the memories I keep holding onto." I leaned down and brushed my nose by hers as my eyes closed. "I want to fall so deep in love with you that I have to looks at pictures to remember the pain."

  "I want that too," she whispered against my lips. "Tomorrow night."

  I opened my eyes and smiled. "Behave at work and get off early tomorrow. I'll be there no later than four. Good?"

  "Very good." She stood there for a few seconds, just watching me. She might have wanted me in her life more than anyone else had, but I needed her in mine. I trusted her with my heart, which was a weird place to be. But history with someone did that shit. It opened people up to possibility.

  Even the most jaded lives.

  Lives like mine.

  Guys like me.

  16

  Bailey

  "You're late." I smiled as I opened the door and moved back. Jeremy's dark hair was wet from a shower from what I gathered, and he smelled like soap and aftershave. I breathed in deeply and reached for the flowers he handed me.

  "No, I'm early." He handed off the roses and reached for me, pulling me against his strong chest. "And you're gorgeous. Did you know I thought about you all day today?"

  "You did not." I lifted up on my toes and pressed my lips to his as I cupped his face.

  "I did." He kissed me again, his lips so soft and wet, his aggression to get the night moving more than obvious.

  I licked at his mouth and moved back, turning and walking into the kitchen. "I made a homemade lasagna. Do you like Italian?"

  "I'm warm-blooded and big. I love anything that a woman cooks for me." He moved up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. "Let me have you for an appetizer, then we can eat."

  "What?" I squeaked.

  "You heard me." He forced me to turn toward him. "Why are you so shy around me?"

  "I haven't been with too many guys, Jer." I gripped his large shoulders as he lifted me and set me on the counter next to the stove.

  "Good. I like that." He leaned in for a long kiss as he ran his hands down my legs and gripped my ankles. "Feet on the counter. Lean back."

  "You just got here." I gripped the edge of the counter and leaned back.

  "Yeah, and I'm going to start off the night by eating my pussy." He pulled my long skirt up over my thighs and licked his lips as he glanced up at me. "I love that you shave yourself."

  Warmth filled my chest and coated my cheeks. "You're too much."

  "No, baby. I'm not nearly enough." He moved to his knees and leaned in, breathing in deeply as he slipped the back of his fingers under my silky blue panties. The backs of his fingers were rough, but in a good way. "I've been waiting for this night since Thanksgiving."

  "Be easy with me," I whispered as he leaned in and licked around my panties until his tongue slipped under them.

  "Never. It's not happening." He tugged my pa
nties aside and flicked his tongue over my soft flesh. "You're already wet, bad girl. You were thinking about me."

  "Mmhmm," I closed my eyes and let out a contented sigh as he sucked at one of my lips while he pressed a finger deep into my slit. "I always think about you."

  He leaned back and brushed his thumb over my clit as he pressed another finger into me. "You're so tight, Bailey."

  "I only use one finger," I mumbled and arched my back as my body began to purr.

  "Open your eyes and look at me," he commanded.

  I didn't hesitate. "I need you inside of me."

  "I am inside of you, Angel. You want something else? Tell me." He leaned in and licked at my pussy again as he continued to watch me. Never in my life had I seen something so fucking sexy.

  "I want your cock in me." I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair. "I want you to be my first."

  He lifted an eyebrow and moved back, but continued his slow assault on my pussy. Thick fingers pumping in and out of me in a slow rhythm while he played with the bundle of nerves at the top of my mound.

  "Your first? You haven't slept with anyone?" His eyes darkened just a little.

  I moaned loudly and pressed down on his fingers. "No. I'm a little nervous, but I trust you."

  "I would never hurt you." He leaned back down and sucked my clit back into his mouth. His tongue danced around, teasing me toward the edge of orgasm. The sound of my body sucking wildly at his fingers had me bucking against him as my orgasm tore me apart.

  He continued his assault, standing and leaning over as he pumped his fingers deeper into my convulsing channel. Warmth and pleasure mixed with lust as I gripped the counter and cried out over and over.

  "Stop, baby. Enough." I pushed at his shoulder.

  He pulled his fingers from me and smiled. "Not even close." He moved down, pressing his mouth around my opening and tonguing me as he licked and sucked every drop of my orgasm down.