Just Breathe

by Célia Pereira

  I’ve never been a man to watch a woman take pleasure. I always make sure the woman gets at least two orgasms before I pound into her, but Bailey, I wanted to watch her fall apart all over my hand and watch her come down from her high. I wanted her image in my mind until I was able to bury myself inside her. Her moans were getting a little louder as she chased what she desperately needed, what I was giving her body. I claimed her lips to muffle her sounds and slipped another finger inside her. She tensed, and fuck me, was she so fucking tight. I eased in and out, and slowly her body relaxed to the point she was riding my fingers. Before I knew it, her pussy was clamping around my fingers, squeezing them so tight as she came all over my hand. She was breathtaking. Her green eyes turned to a seaweed color and her cheeks were of a darker shade of pink. Her breathing was labored, and she held onto my shoulders with such a tight grip I could feel her short nails digging in. I was so turned on that if she just moved an inch, I swear I would blow my load like it was my first time. Once she calmed down, I slowly removed my fingers, wrapped my arms around her, and just held her with her head tucked into my neck until her breathing evened out and she fell asleep. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear that was her first orgasm. After placing her in bed, I left Zeus behind and told him to watch them both. I didn’t take her keys and lock up since I didn’t want to miss her in the morning and have her freaking out about her keys, so having Zeus there let me sleep better at night, not that I was able to sleep much. After I jumped in the shower and took care of business, I could still smell her, and that didn’t help me in any way.

  Tonight isn’t necessarily about us having sex, fuck yeah, I want to get laid, I’m a guy after all, but I also care about Bailey, and that has never happened with any of my other conquests. That’s what makes this different for me. I’ve never had sex with a woman that I’ve had an emotional connection with. Wow, did you lose your dick, Gavin? My inner voice is sounding more like Hunter by the second.

  With all that, I just have to remember that regardless of what happened last night, Bailey is still the one calling the shots on how fast or slow we are taking this.

  “You look very handsome, Gavin.” Bailey smiles that shy smile of hers once I come around the truck and hop inside.

  “Thanks, beautiful. You look amazing tonight.” I lean over the console and capture her lips. She has this fruity gloss on that is intoxicating. “And you taste delicious, too.” I nip at her bottom lip before pulling away and heading out onto the main road.

  “So, where are we going?”

  I reach over and place my hand on her thigh, and she places hers over mine, smiling at me. I am a fucking saint when it comes to this woman. Clearing my throat and making sure I keep my eyes on the road, I answer her, “It’s a surprise, beautiful. Tonight, I just want you to enjoy yourself, and the company, of course.” I glance over at her and wink. She lets out a soft giggle and shakes her head.

  “I just hope I’ve dressed appropriately for whatever you have planned.”

  “You’re perfect, Bailey,” I say with determination.

  Something I’ve learned over the last three weeks about Bailey is she’s something fierce when it comes to Logan, always encouraging and pushing him in anything he does or wants to do. But when it comes to herself, it’s night and day. She’ll try her hardest to be confident in front of Logan, but when alone, her doubts seem to bleed out ten-fold. I guess that it has to come from her past. Something that I’ve also noticed she steers clear of like the damn plague. For now, though, I’m letting it go, especially tonight. I want her to trust me to open up about her deepest, darkest secrets without me having to push it. And if I’m honest, I haven’t mentioned much about my own secrets either, so I get it. You got to give a little to get a little, that’s what tonight is about.

  “Thank you again for the flowers; it was really sweet of you, Gavin.” That is another thing about Bailey and Logan, they are very grateful for any kind of generosity from others.

  The rest of the drive, we fall into a comfortable silence. I am taking her out about an hour away from Watermount Falls to this great Italian restaurant that overlooks the lake and has a killer sunset view that I have a big feeling Bailey will appreciate. It is a bit more formal, hence our attire. There is a walkway that runs along a lot of the shops so we can have a stroll and do some window-shopping afterward. After our outing, the plan is to bring her back to my place and have her spend the night. Yes, I would love to say we’ll end the night with me inside her, but if she isn’t ready, I’ll be happy with her asleep in my arms.

  We arrive and I help Bailey out of the truck and tuck her to my side as we make our way to the restaurant.

  “Gavin, this place is beautiful. You honestly didn’t have to do this; I can only imagine how expensive it is here,” she whispers as she looks over the menu and then up at me. I already knew she would say something like that.

  “Bailey, listen to me very carefully.” I place my finger under her chin and lift her head, so she is forced to lock eyes with me.

  “I wanted to do this for you, for us. I wanted to get you to dress up and take you out on a proper date where it’s just the two of us so we can relax and talk and get to know each other better.” I pause a minute before continuing, making sure she’s listening to my words.

  “I love having Logan around, and these last few weeks with all three of us have been nothing short of amazing. It’s also okay for us, for you, to have some time for yourself and enjoy yourself with your man.” I smirk at her, and when she gives me that gorgeous smile that brightens up her whole face, I lean in and capture her soft, plump lips and suck, just a little, on her bottom one before kissing her passionately. Someone clears their throat to get our attention. I pull back and watch Bailey’s cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink as I turn my attention to our waiter.

  The food is terrific, and Bailey is not shy around it; one of the reason’s she’s had my attention. She doesn’t worry about her weight, which I’m thankful for since she’s perfect. We keep our conversation light during dinner and dessert. I share stories about the shop, some crazy tattoos I’ve had to do, and some of the most memorable ones in my career. Bailey listens tentatively and asks questions about my work. She seems very interested in what I do and what my interests are. I take in a deep breath and hope that my next words won’t close her up.

  “Enough about me, beautiful. I wanna know more about you.” I reach over the table and slip my hand over hers and draw small circles. I can visibly see her shiver and relish over how responsive she is to my touch.

  “Like what?”

  She licks her plump lips and my dick comes to life. Down, boy. It’s not the time for that. Yet.

  “What are your plans for the future? What would you like to do?” I hold her stare and watch her suck in a nervous breath. I give her a reassuring smile, hoping that it puts her at ease and she’ll continue to share with me.

  “Well, umm… Back when my mom was alive, we used to bake together all the time. Most of it was just for fun. We’d create different pies, pastries, muffins, and even baked bread.” She smiles shyly as she gets lost in thought.

  “Every fall our town hosts an autumn festival where the townsfolk gather together and share their skills. Restaurant owners would whip up their best dishes, carpentry workers would design new pieces to auction, and bakeries would bring in their baked goodies and serve something new and delicious just for that weekend. There are rides and games and lots of cotton candy and caramel popcorn to dive into.” She smiles brightly, and I’m completely mesmerized with how happy she seems right now caught up in her storytelling. Her green eyes glisten in the dim light and her pink cheeks flush.

  “The highlight of the festival is the jam competition.”

  “Jam competition?” I question, and she lets out a soft chuckle.

  “Yes. Nearby towns gather at our festival and bring in their best homemade jam. Momma and I would work for hours a day to create the best jams anyone would
ever taste. We were the undefeated champions for five years straight.” Her smile fades at the end, and I’m going to guess that the reason they didn’t continue to win was that her mom was taken too soon.

  “You ever gonna make me some of that special jam, beautiful?” She gives me her signature, shy smile before she shrugs her shoulders.

  “Maybe one day.”

  “You should think about selling them at Momma B’s. I’m sure she wouldn’t be opposed to the idea, and the townsfolk would love to try the best jams in the world.” I tease her.

  “I don’t know about ‘in the world,’ but in three towns, yes.” She laughs, and it’s music to my ears. She straightens up a little in her seat and flips her hand under mine so that we can lace our fingers together.

  “My dream was to one day open up my own bakery where I could create all the recipes I learned with my mom and share with others. Including our jams.” She gives me a watery smile while trying to hold back the tears.

  “You still can. You can do anything you set your mind to.” I encourage while tightening my hold on her hand.

  She smiles but doesn’t answer me.

  I personally think it would be a great idea and would do well. All the townsfolk usually stop at Momma B’s, but Momma B’s doesn’t cater to those unique goods of homemade pies, tarts, and different coffees that you can get from a bakery. From the way she spoke about all the recipes she created with her mom, it’s her passion, and the pie she brought over the other night was delicious. I can only imagine what else she can create.

  Once we’re done, we start our trek along the shops’ walkway. As much as I love being out alone with Bailey, I want to move the rest of this evening back to my place.

  “Tonight has been amazing, Gavin, thank you for planning all this.”

  In all the time I’ve known Bailey I’ve never seen her this happy, and it is all because of me. Damn, that’s a great feeling for a man.

  “Any time I spend with you is amazing, beautiful.” I stop her and steal a quick kiss before we continue our walk. After passing most of the shops, we come to a clearing that hosts a couple of scattered benches facing the lake. I lead us to the one closest to the lake that also has a couple of large bushes surrounding it, almost shielding it from view. We sit for a few minutes and just enjoy being here together, watching the sunset over the lake.

  “I’ve always wanted to watch a sunset and a sunrise. I guess I can check this off my bucket list,” she says softly as she lays her head on my shoulder.

  “Glad I was able to give you this first, and I can definitely make the sunrise happen as well if you let me.” That is my in, I just hope she’ll take the bait. She lifts her head to look at me. She has this adorably confused looked that just makes me want to kiss her senseless.

  “Care to explain, Gavin?” She throws back at me with a smirk on her face.

  I lean in close to her, my forehead resting against hers. “Come home with me tonight.” I brush my lips gently against hers. She lets out a little gasp, and I know she knows what I mean.

  For a few beats, she says nothing, keeping me on edge. “Well, you are my ride home, so that’s a given.” She pulls away from me and is trying to hide the smile taking over her face.

  “You know I love it when you flirt with me, beautiful. Turns me on.” I grab her by the waist and place her over my lap. With her wearing a dress, it is easy for her to straddle me, and fuck, is it ever easy for me to feel her heat.

  “Gavin…” She breathes out from the shock of feeling my already hard cock.

  “Yeah, beautiful?” I whisper back but don’t let her say anything else before I take her in a hungry kiss. I press her flush against my chest and can feel her nipples hardening. As I deepen the kiss, Bailey gets increasingly turned on. She grips my hair in her hands and begins to grind down on me.

  Fuck! I need to get her home, like right fucking now. Before I can pull back, Bailey stops her grinding and pulls back slightly, away from my lips.

  “Gavin,” she whispers and then clears her throat before starting again, “umm, you want me to spend the night with you, don’t you?”

  I can tell it took a lot of courage from her to ask me straight out. She isn’t even looking at me when she asks. I lift her chin and once I have her eyes, I tell her exactly what I want. “Yes, I want you to come home with me and spend the night in my bed.” I watch her and can feel the nervousness radiating from her.

  “But I meant what I said in the beginning, Bailey, you’re in charge of how fast or how slow we go. If tonight you just end up falling asleep in my arms, then that’s what will happen.” I make sure she knows I would never force or pressure her into sleeping with me when she isn’t sure. Yes, I’m a man, and I’m horny as fuck and want to fuck her into oblivion, but I would never force myself on her. She takes a while to respond, she seems to really be thinking over what I said. I want her to be a hundred percent sure when she gives herself to me, so I don’t rush her response.

  “Okay.”

  Although I don't know if she means okay to sex or okay to just falling asleep in my arms, she is agreeing to come back to my place and staying the night. That is a win in my book.

  “Okay,” I whisper back before kissing her softly one more time, lifting her off my lap, and readjusting my hard-on.

  We make our way back to the truck in silence and begin the drive home. I’m not sure what the rest of the night has in store for us, I am just so damn happy our night is ending with her in my bed. Hopefully, after tonight, she’ll be in my bed every night, or me in hers.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Bailey

  I can feel my heart pounding in my chest to the rhythm of the rain against the windshield. To say I am nervous is an understatement. I have never had sex before, and from the way Gavin was able to make me fall apart into a million pieces twice tells me he is no stranger in that department. Not that I ever thought he was a virgin or anything, as Ash says, he is sex on legs.

  Stop freaking out! Take a deep breath. You have to give away the damn V card someday, girl, why not to Gavin?

  Okay, so my inner voice has a point, but he thinks Logan is my son, meaning I’ve had sex before. From the stories I’ve heard, it may hurt and I may bleed. If I bleed, how am I going to explain without having to tell him about my entire past? Bailey! Calm your shit! One, he seems like a big guy, so it hurting a bit will be justified by that glory of a stallion. Inner voice, not helping! But I guess that could make sense since, from what I could feel of him, he does seem pretty large. I should just tell him I’m not ready to spend the night, not until I finally tell him everything. But what if he leaves? Why is this so damn complicated?

  “Babe, I can hear the inner turmoil from here, talk to me.” Gavin breaks up my internal conversation and freak-out moment. He takes his eyes off the road for just a second to lock them with mine and gives me a reassuring smile.

  “It’s nothing. Just thinking about how much of an amazing time I’m having with you tonight,” I manage to say without fumbling too much over my words.

  “I always have an amazing time with you, beautiful.” He lifts my hand and presses a few kisses to the back of it before placing it back on his thigh.

  For the rest of the drive, we are silent, the soft sounds of the radio music and the hard drops of the rain hitting the truck’s windshield. The closer we get to Watermount Falls, the harder the rain seems to fall. By the time we park in Gavin’s spot across from our low-rise building, we can’t see a damn thing in front of us.

  “Okay, we’re gonna have to make a run for it. You okay to jump down or do you need my help?” Gavin asks, still holding my hand firmly in his. If he comes around to help me, he will get even wetter than if he just makes a run for it.

  “I’ll just jump down and make a run for it.”

  “Hold the door handle for support before jumping. On the count of three.” I place my hand on the door handle and wait for Gavin’s count. The wind has picked up and my hair is fl
ying everywhere. By the time I make it to the front of our building, Gavin is already holding the doors open for me. I try wringing out as much water from my hair as possible before going in, so as not to make an even bigger mess in the lobby.

  “I wasn’t aware of the storm tonight; clearly, I should have checked the weather.” Gavin steps closer to me and pushes back some hairs that feel glued to my forehead.

  “Maybe that way, we could have brought an umbrella,” I tease, trying not to show how nervous I still am. Thankfully, I’m freezing so the shivering is also masking my nerves.

  “Smartass.” Was all he says as we both laugh out loud.

  “Come on, let’s go jump in the shower to warm up.” He grabs my hand and leads the way.

  Once we reach his front door, I make a point of not looking at my apartment door. I don’t want him to think I’m second-guessing spending the night with him, even if all I want to do is run inside to the comfort of my home and hide for the rest of the night.

  Breathe, Bailey, just breathe.

  I slip off my shoes and Gavin sneaks into the bathroom, where I can hear him turning on the showerhead. He quickly comes back, hands me a towel, and leads me to the bathroom.