by C. A. Harms
I now hovered above him as he looked up at me with longing. Wasting no further time, I wrapped my hand around his hardness as I lifted myself up, then guided him toward me.
We had used condoms every time we’d been together. Even though we’d had the talk about birth control and clean bills of health, going without them was a step we hadn’t yet taken. But tonight all I wanted was to feel him fully without anything between us.
As I lowered myself over him, his eyes fluttered shut as he gripped my hips and thrust upward, seating himself fully inside of me. A deep moan escaped us both.
I waited to move until he opened his eyes and locked his gaze on mine. His grip loosened as I started to move, allowing me more room.
“Feels good.” Jackson’s voice was so husky and sexy. He began moving his thumb over my clit in almost perfect timing with the thrusting of my hips. “Never felt this good, never,” he assured me, his eyes locked with mine.
I nodded, because nothing had ever felt this good for me, either. The connection I had with Jackson was something I had never before experienced. It wasn’t just sexual, it was emotional, and the intense feelings were overwhelming. Familiar heat rose in my cheeks and neck. My legs tensed and began to shake as he continued to rub his thumb against me.
“Let go,” he whispered. “Let me have it, baby.”
Throwing my head back, I rocked my hips faster as I raced toward the orgasm I was hanging on the edge of. “Yes,” I groaned. He gripped my hips harder, and once more I thrashed in pleasure. “Oh my God, yes.”
Before I had completely recovered, Jackson flipped me over and began slamming into me, racing toward his own release. He was like a caged animal that had just been released, and it was incredibly erotic.
“So damn good,” he said before biting me gently on the neck and sucking as he continued to thrust in and out of me.
As I wrapped my legs around his waist, his ass tensed under my calves. He lifted his head and kissed me, mimicking his hips’ movements with his tongue as he sucked mine deep into his mouth. There was such incredible devotion in his kiss.
“Oh, yeah,” he growled as he gripped my hip with one hand and held my body still as he gently moved against me, his breathing ragged and labored as he buried his face in my neck.
Silence filled the room, and for the first time in days, I felt completely at peace.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Jackson
Even though Noah and Ryan had the ranch covered today, my internal clock still had me awake before five a.m. I woke with only a corner of the sheet barely covering me. When I rolled to my left, I found Bailey all balled up in the comforter; only the top of her head was peeking out.
I chuckled because the girl was a damn blanket hog. She always stole the covers. I scooted toward her and slid my hand beneath the blanket to seek out the treasure it hid.
The moment I made contact with her naked hip, my body reacted. It was impossible not to grow hard as I slipped my hand over to her lower back and splayed my fingers across it. She moaned and arched her ass up, only making it more difficult to control my urges.
I slid closer and pulled her body flush against mine before lowering my lips to her shoulder and kissing it softly.
“Mm,” Bailey moaned as she rolled to her side so we were facing each other. “Good morning.” She slid her hand between us, wrapped her fingers gently around my erection, and slowly began to stroke me.
“You stole the covers again, baby,” I said, trying to control the animalistic urges suddenly rushing through me.
“Only because I wanted you to come find me.” She looked over her shoulder and gave me that alluring smile of hers. “It worked, didn’t it?”
I lowered my hand along her stomach and felt her legs part to welcome my touch. “It sure did, sweetheart,” I replied as I slid a finger inside her. She bit her lip to control her moan. “Now that I found you, what would you like me to do with you?”
“Whatever you want,” she breathed.
Her eyes rolled back as I added a second finger. “Whatever I want, huh?”
“Yes,” she assured me, and I knew in that moment there wasn’t much I couldn’t get Bailey to agree to.
***
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Bailey asked timidly. “I mean, you really don’t have to.”
We stood on the lower level of the hospital, waiting for the elevator to arrive and take us three floors up to see her mother. I curled my hand around the back of her neck and stepped closer. I didn’t care about the man standing behind me, or the younger guy who had been watching Bailey since we walked up.
“There’s nothing to be nervous about. I love you,” I assured her. But her resolve was slowly beginning to fade away. “I came all this way to be with you, show you support. I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.”
I lowered my lips to hers, and even though I didn’t want to, I kept the kiss simple. Placing my forehead against hers, I whispered just so she could hear, “There is no place I would rather be than here with you.”
“Thank you,” she replied softly.
The ding of the arriving elevator broke our moment, and I turned back toward the doors. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught the younger guy once again watching my girl closely, and I regretted choosing to keep the kiss clean. The entire ride up, I held her close, staking my claim.
We exited the elevator, and I followed Bailey until she stopped outside of a door and looked back over her shoulder.
“Last chance to run.” She shrugged.
“Ain’t going nowhere unless you’re by my side,” I assured her with a wink.
She nodded and turned back toward the door, then slowly pushed it open.
The gray-haired man sitting at the side of the bed looked up and smiled. The moment he noticed me, he stood and gave me a questioning look.
“Dad,” Bailey greeted him. He stood and walked toward her, then offered her a gentle hug. Once he released her, she reached back, took my hand, and pulled me closer. “This is Jackson, the guy I told you about.”
The knowledge she had already mentioned me to her father made my mind race, and I wondered how she had explained me, explained us to him.
“The man who captured her heart,” he said as he held his hand out to me. I released Bailey’s and gave his a firm shake.
“She’s equally captured mine as well, sir,” I said with a grin.
“Call me Trevor,” he insisted.
I nodded, and he looked back at his daughter. I knew their relationship was strained, but I could see how much he loved Bailey in the way he looked at her. I found myself wondering if she could tell.
“Why is everyone gathered in the doorway?” A raspy, quiet whisper had us all looking toward the bed.
The blonde hair piled on top of the woman’s head in a messy resemblance of a bun reminded me of Bailey, but the smile sealed the connection between them, even though her mother’s smile was forced.
“Just being introduced to Jackson,” her father said, another indication they were both very aware of who I was.
“Come on over here, Jackson. It’s my turn.” Her mother motioned at me. “Let me see for myself.”
“Mother…” Bailey blushed with embarrassment.
I only chuckled as I stepped up beside her bed and took a seat on the mattress next to her when she lightly patted it.
“My Bailey was right. You are very easy on the eyes.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” I replied, placing my hand over hers and giving it a gentle squeeze. I felt like I was on display a bit. I never got embarrassed, but I was now as her mother looked me up and down.
Bailey of course took the opportunity to call me out on it. She stepped up behind me, placed her hands on my shoulders, and leaned slightly over my left side. “Am I seeing this right? Jackson Sawyer is blushing. Wow, Mom, I never thought I would see that day.”
Her father chuckled, and the smile on her mother’s face made my embarrassment completely wort
h it. Suddenly the situation felt a little less tense, and we all settled into easy conversation.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Bailey
“So I only have less than twenty-four hours left with you. What am I gonna do with you?” I said as we stepped off the curb at the hospital and walked toward my rental.
“Well, I can think of a few things.” I looked up at Jackson and caught him wagging his eyebrows suggestively. “Actually, way more than a few, but we can start out slow.”
He smiled brightly, a satisfied look on his face.
I loved Jackson like this, happy and so relaxed. I was seriously worried about how things would go after I introduced him to my parents. But oddly, the introduction went so much better than I anticipated.
I stopped at the passenger side of the car, and he looked up over the roof at me from the other side. “What do ya say, wanna get creative?” His tone was completely serious, but there was a bright gleam in his eyes.
“You are so ridiculous.” I tried to act offended but couldn’t contain my laughter.
“Like you aren’t running all kinds of images through your mind right now. Me with your legs suspended above your head while I—”
“Bailey Boo!”
I smiled as I spun around just in time to catch my cousin Alena as she wrapped her arms around my neck. “Your dad told me you just left, so I ran. Me, running—” She pulled back and pointed toward her feet. “—in heels.” She arched her eyebrows.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Looking for you. I just got back to town. No more traveling, girl. I am over it. I hate living out of a suitcase.”
I looked over her shoulder when Jackson cleared his throat.
Alena smirked and placed her hand on her hip. “We know you’re there, Country Boy. But we’re having a moment here.” She looked back at me, and I laughed. Jackson’s eyes widened, and the idea of him being offended by that remark just made me laugh even harder.
Alena knew exactly what she was doing, and when Jackson figured it out, he rounded the car and headed straight for her. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and pinned her arms at her sides as he hugged her. She laughed and wiggled against him, and despite myself, the display made me just a little jealous, even though I knew it was completely innocent. The two of them had hit it off when she was in Livingston visiting me and Amber after we moved out there. Keeping that in mind, I hid my distaste and forced a smile.
“Okay, smartass, now what’s your plan?” he asked her.
She stopped struggling and looked over her shoulder at him. “Stealing your girl here for a little girl time.”
Jackson shook his head in protest. “Hell no. I’m leaving tomorrow afternoon. I’m not giving away any of the time I have left. Besides—” He looked up and narrowed his eyes at me. “—Bailey and I were actually just going over our plans for the evening.”
“Please, being on her back all night long isn’t what I’m talking about.”
I bit my lip and held back my laughter.
He released her and moved to stand next to me. “Well, I was planning on being in bed part of the time. I like looking up and seeing—”
I placed my hand over his mouth and shook my head. He chuckled and kissed my palm, which made me forget all about his playful banter with Alena.
“Let’s take this cowboy out tonight and show him a little of Chicago’s nightlife,” Alena said. “Then again, I’m not sure he can handle it.”
She was taunting him. I knew the game; she played it well.
“Game on,” Jackson said as he stood taller, waiting for her to say more.
I had a feeling tonight would be interesting.
***
I laughed so hard, I snorted.
“I’m not shitting ya, she told me to take a fucking Viagra. Around the fire pit, with my brothers and Amber right there in earshot.”
Of course Jackson had to bring up our last encounter with alcohol. “I meant to say ‘Valium,’” I assured Alena through my laughter.
Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she held her side. “It’s okay. I mean, it happens to men all the time. It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” she teased.
“Got no problems in that department. I’m packing one hell of a machine below the belt,” Jackson told her.
I smacked his shoulder, and he leaned back, throwing his arm over my shoulder. “What?” he asked as he closed the distance between us, then kissed my neck just below my ear. “You know damn well that’s true. All night long, baby,” he whispered, and my body betrayed me as I leaned closer, allowing him better access to taste my neck.
The alcohol was, of course, beginning to relax me. I felt hazy, and the featherlight touch of his lips against my skin had my entire body feeling as if it was on fire.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Jackson
Torture. That was the only word to explain what Bailey was putting me through. Plain fucking torture.
I sat at a high table just to the edge of the dance floor while I watched Alena and Bailey shimmy seductively in the center of the room after playing some game called Shots or Dare, which I learned was the reason Bailey had kissed me that first time in the bar back home.
That first kiss was a little different from the ones we shared now, though I’m not gonna lie and say I didn’t fully enjoy the lap dance Alena dared Bailey to give me at the time. I spent the entire three minutes imagining naked old ladies to keep from throwing her over my shoulder and finding the nearest dark corner.
This time, she was playing me, torturing me just for the sake of riling me up. And it was working. That urge to carry her off was back and even stronger this time.
Bailey’s tits bounced as she swiveled and jerked her hips to the beat of the music, and she kept biting her lips and looking across the dance floor at me. There was no doubt in my mind she was thinking of the same things that were racing through my mind.
The hostess caught my attention as she walked past our table and grabbed the empty shot glasses. “You need anything else?” she asked as she placed them on her tray.
“I think we’re—” I bumped against the table as someone fell against me. I turned just in time to catch Bailey as she stumbled back and almost lost her footing. “Wow, darlin’.”
After she righted herself as I held on to her to keep her steady, Alena sat on the stool next to her. I continued to hold Bailey close because I didn’t want to take the chance of her falling again.
“I want another one of those fruity things,” she said as she pointed to the glass on the hostess’s tray. “They are so good.”
She was smashed, and I had to admit it was cute. Girls getting all cuddly and clingy when they were wasted had never interested me before, but Bailey made me crave it now.
“I think you’ve had enough, babe,” I whispered against her ear.
She turned her body into mine and slowly slid her hand over my abs to the buckle of my jeans. Hooking her finger just inside the waistband, she leaned in closer.
“I love your body,” she whispered before brushing her lips lightly over mine. “You are soft, but hard in all the right places.”
My breath hitched when she slid her other hand over the crotch of my jeans and gripped my cock. I quickly placed my hand over hers to hide what she was doing from curious eyes.
“You ready to go back to the hotel?” I was praying she’d say yes.
“Do you have to leave tomorrow?”
Her question caught me off guard. I had expected her to jump at the thought of getting me alone. Or, hell, maybe even argue with me.
“Yeah,” I said before kissing her softly. “Got to start training the new arrival. I’ve put it off, but there’s no time left to delay it any further. Owner will be there Thursday morning, which means I gotta be there too.”
“‘Owner’ as in the dark-haired beauty?”
I pulled back enough to be able to look her in the eyes. The seductive Bailey was gone, suddenly r
eplaced with a Bailey that was trying to pull away from me.
“What?” I asked. She shrugged and turned her head away from me. I caught her chin with my fingers and turned her back to face me. “What are you talking about, sweetheart?”
“Is she an ex?”
This was a conversation I didn’t feel right having while she was so drunk. So instead of telling her Phoebe and me were once involved, I did the only thing I could—I lied.
“No, babe, just training her horse,” I assured her.
She stared at me, making me slightly nervous. But after a few moments, she seemed satisfied with my answer and leaned forward, wrapping her arms around my neck. She gently pressed kisses along my jaw before pausing just next to my ear. “I think it’s time you take me back to my room. I only have a short time left with you, and I want to spend that time naked.”
Chills covered my neck and fanned out over my back. “That sounds pretty damn good.”
She sucked my earlobe into her mouth, and my dick jumped in my pants. I had to get these girls out of here. I had very little restraint left in me.
***
Bailey was the sexiest damn woman I had ever been lucky enough to hold. She had the perfect curves, the kind that fit just right in your palms. She drove me wild in so many different ways, and I was sure nothing could ever top the crazy little thing she did with her hips while she was on top, but I was wrong.
“Fuck,” I groaned as she rolled her tongue along the head of my cock.
Oh hell, I was so damn wrong. Her tongue was lethal. She had me hanging on the edge, and the last thing I wanted to do was fall. I had so many things I wanted to do for her in return, but she showed no sign of slowing any time soon. My girl was a horny-ass little drunk. I had to remember that little secret.
My head fell back against the headboard with a loud thump, and I thrust my hips up off the bed, sliding deeper into her mouth. “Right there,” I cooed as she took me in. Just when I was ready to blow, she stopped, and my eyes widened. I was about to groan in protest when she positioned herself over my hardness and begin lowering her body to meet mine.
