by Jenna Byrnes
She spread her legs and reached for him. “My pussy is feeling neglected. Think you’re up to equal time?”
“God, yes.” He sunk into her, growling with renewed desire. “Oh lord, just when I think it can’t get any better…it does.” He thrust into her deeply and she wrapped her legs around him.
“I feel the same way,” she panted. “Each time is better than the last. Oh yeah, fuck me, baby! Fuck my pussy like you did my ass, make me come so good!” They rocked back and forth for a few more minutes before they were each spewing fluids into the other.
Bailey’s body was riding one giant quiver, and it took a long time for it to stop.
Doug collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. “I’m sorry, I’ll move in a minute.”
“Don’t move a muscle,” she clutched him. “I like you right where you are.”
She ran her hands over the rough stubble on his chin.
“Probably should have shaved,” he murmured.
“Don’t you dare!” she insisted, and trailed kisses from his chin to his jaw line. “I love the way it feels against my skin.” She pressed her mouth against his and they kissed passionately, rolling around on the bed until the phone rang.
“Well, hell,” she muttered.
He grinned and pulled out of her. “It was time to go, anyway,” he said of his relaxed cock.
She glanced at him sharply. “You’re not leaving?”
“Not me, him.” Doug pointed at his dick.
“Oh, okay then.” Bailey breathed a sigh of relief and answered the phone. “Hello?”
“Bailey, it’s Sarah. Sorry to bother you, but Doug hasn’t come home and it’s dark out. Did he mention anything to you?”
Glancing at the clock, Bailey saw it was barely ten p.m., but that was probably late to Sarah. “Um, yeah,” she smiled at Doug. “He did say that some friends were grabbing a burger and beer when he left here, so I’m sure that’s where he is.”
Doug nodded and lay back on the bed quietly.
“Oh, well good. I don’t usually keep tabs on him, but he’s been in such a mood lately, and I’m not sure what his problem is. I was concerned.”
“Don’t worry,” Bailey reassured Sarah as she ran a finger over Doug’s hairy chest. “I feel sure he was meeting some friends. Maybe a night out is what he needs to put himself in a better mood.”
“I hope so. Well, thanks. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Sarah.” Bailey punched the off button and tossed the phone on the nightstand. “Sarah says you’ve been in a mood lately and she’s not sure what your problem is.”
He laughed and caught her hand up in a kiss. “I have been in a mood, but I can promise you…I don’t have a problem any longer. Life is great from this position on the bed.”
“Ooh, this position too.” Bailey rubbed her body against his. “So what was the mood about?”
He shrugged, looking at the ceiling.
“My mother dying, the house needs so much work…” She trailed off when he didn’t reply. “Or was it your attraction to a woman who so obviously irritated the hell out of you?”
Doug laughed.
Bailey could swear that he blushed. “Don’t feel bad. I already had this argument with myself. I thought you were arrogant—”
He started to interrupt but she touched a finger to his lips.
“But I knew I’d been just as arrogant, even more so. You were rude and mouthy and irritating as hell, same as me. And you know what? While I was having this argument with myself I started thinking about how you came waltzing in here, threw me on the bed and fucked my brains out. I got so hot I had to rub myself in the shower this morning. So quit feeling guilty. Been there, done that.”
He was laughing so hard he had to hold his side. When he could finally speak he asked, “Are you kidding me?”
Bailey climbed up and straddled his body, pressing her soft pussy into his rapidly rising cock. “I kid you not. My shower has had quite a day. I’ve never felt hornier in my life, and I still want you.”
Doug chuckled and flipped her on her back. “As delightful as that sounds, I’m starving. I think I need to eat some food, so I have enough energy to come back and eat you.” He kissed her nipples one at a time, laving long wet strokes on them.
“I’m sorry!” Bailey sat up. “I forgot you missed dinner. Shall we see what’s in the fridge, or did you want to go get something?”
He leaned in and kissed her neck. “I most definitely do not want to go out. Whatever’s in the fridge will be fine.”
“Good.” She slipped her arms around his neck. “Then why don’t you call Sarah and tell her you’ve had a few beers and you’re going to stay on a friend’s sofa?”
“Mmm, sounds good,” he nipped at her earlobe, “as long as you set the alarm so I can get home and change before work. I need to get out of here before Mandy shows up.”
“Alarm?” Bailey smiled at him. “Who said we were going to sleep?”
For the first week of Doug’s vacation, he divided his time between painting Bailey’s house and driving her wild in bed. He agreed it was a good thing Mandy was there or the work would never get done.
With Mandy and Bailey helping and Sarah pitching in evenings, the little home became a deep shade of forest green with white shutters. Bailey hated to admit how beautiful it looked and how much she loved it—Doug knew it looked great and she didn’t want to feed his ego out of the bedroom. For Sarah and Mandy they kept up appearances, sniping at each other and exchanging barbs at every opportunity. Bailey thought the tension only made the sex that much hotter. By the time they were alone in the evenings they ripped each other’s clothes off.
Friday night, they ate pizza with Sarah and Mandy, who then went home to pack. The two were leaving Saturday to visit an aunt in Urbana, a couple of hours away, and would be returning late Sunday. The car had barely pulled out of the driveway when Bailey tugged at Doug’s waistband, yanking his jeans and briefs down around his ankles.
“You want to move to the other room?” He grinned, not really complaining.
“No.” She shoved her own pants down and kicked them off.
“How about we clean up these pizza boxes?” Motioning to the full table, he looked at her.
She pressed him back onto a chair, straddling his ever-ready cock. Wriggling her hips, she enveloped him deep into her pussy, clutching the collar of his shirt with both hands. “How about you stop talking and start pleasing me, Mister.”
“Greedy wench.” He clasped the back of her head and drew her face in for a kiss. “You can’t get enough, can you?”
Bailey’s tongue batted against his for a moment, then she pulled away and threw off her shirt. “I’ll never get enough of you,” she agreed. “You make me feel things I’d never dreamed possible.” She pressed her breasts into his face.
Doug groaned, releasing her bra and sending it flying. “I love these tits. I could live with my face buried right here.” He inhaled deeply of her cleavage.
“Suck me,” she encouraged, wiggling her bouncing globes in his face.
“Oh yeah. Just don’t stop riding me. I love seeing you jiggle.” He cupped her ass firmly and tugged a nipple into his mouth.
She groaned and contracted her inner walls around his cock. His forceful sucking on her tender nubbins drew her over the edge, and she cried out as the first waves of an incredible orgasm washed over her. “Yes!”
“Oh yeah,” he murmured, biting the swollen peaks as he emptied into her pussy.
Bailey pressed his head against her breast, the pain of his nip causing another climax to zing through her. She pummelled her body on his cock as they came together, her fingers leaving red marks on his neck and shoulders.
“Jesus!” he panted, pulling back for air.
“Yeah,” she agreed. She understood exactly what he meant.
He gazed into her eyes, and she saw something there she hadn’t seen before. Lust, desire, those things had always been there. This was some
thing new, and it scared her a bit. She looked away to break the connection.
“Come on.” He cupped her butt as he stood, allowing their bodies to separate. He carried her to the bedroom, laid her gently on the bed and crawled up next to her. “That was fucking fantastic, Bailey.”
“It’s always fantastic with you,” she admitted, then lowered her eyes shyly.
He raised her chin so she faced him. “You always get this way right after sex. Demure, like you weren’t the same person just yelling ‘fuck me!’ a minute ago.”
She had to smile. “A lady can attempt decorum, can’t she?”
“She can try.” He ran a finger over her puffy crimson nipple. “But it just makes me want you even more. I like the wild side of you.”
Her body tensed as his finger aroused one nub, then the other. She couldn’t believe her pussy ached again, so soon after they’d made love. “I like how easily you can bring out that side of me. God, Doug! You’re merely touching me, and I’m creaming the sheets to get fucked again.”
“Oh yeah?” He flipped on top of her, glancing down between their bodies. “Look at that. You’re not the only one who feels that way.” His cock was hard, pressing against her centre. “Open up, baby. My turn to rock your world.”
She groaned and spread her legs to his thick rod. It slipped easily into her wet chamber. Bailey wrapped her legs around his ass and clung to him. When Doug leaned up on one knee for better purchase, she knew she was in for one hell of a ride.
Late that night, they lay sated and exhausted in each other’s arms. With moonlight peeking through the curtains the only illumination, Doug stared at shadows on the ceiling as he rubbed a hand over Bailey’s arm. “So you really like living in the big city?”
“I do. There’s always something going on. It’s fast paced, interesting.”
“There’s always something going on here,” he countered.
She chuckled. “Yeah, craft shows and tractor pulls. Not quite the same.”
“I guess not.” He stroked her forearm with a light touch. “I like the quiet, myself.”
“That’s nice, too. You enjoy your job?”
“Yeah, I’ve always liked construction.”
“What does Sarah do? I’ve never asked.”
“She’s the office manager at the water department. Don’t forget to pay your bill, it won’t be pretty.”
“I’m sure,” she snorted. “She’s a prim and proper one, your sister. How’d that happen, with you being the way you are?”
He laughed and thumped her arm. “I’ll ignore that remark. Sarah’s been through a lot. She married Ron, her high school sweetheart, right after graduation. He got sick a few years later. They didn’t have much time together.”
“What did he die of?”
“Leukaemia. It was sad. Mandy was young, she barely remembers him.”
“You were here for them?”
“I did what I could. Our family has been through some rough patches, but we’ve weathered them pretty well. Mom died of cancer a few years back.”
“Oh no!” Bailey squeezed his hand. “And then my mother. Good grief, you guys have been through the wringer!”
“Sometimes it feels like it,” he agreed. There’d been days when they’d prayed for something good to happen. He glanced at the woman lying next to him. Maybe it was finally the right time.
“What about your father?” she asked quietly.
“That old son-of-a-bitch? He was never much of a father. Moved out when Sarah and I were teenagers. Last I heard, he was living in Kansas City, driving a truck.”
“How awful!” She cuddled next to him.
“Yeah, we don’t talk about him much. Some things are best left alone.”
“I guess.” She traced a finger over his chest, twirling it in the hair. “And some things don’t want to be left alone. Take my poor little pussy, for instance. You haven’t looked at it for at least thirty minutes. It’s starting to feel neglected.”
“We can’t have that.” He rolled on top of her, pressing her into the mattress. “You do realise, we have to get up long enough to tell Sarah and Mandy goodbye. And we can’t look like we just crawled out of bed.”
She glanced at the clock. “We have a few hours, yet. Ravage me some more, and then I’ll ravage you. We can shower and get presentable—you can be doing something outside when they get here. But once they’re gone, clothes are history, dear man. You’re mine for a solid twenty-four hours. I’ll tie you to the bed if I have to.”
He placed a quick kiss on her luscious lips then squirmed lower until his face settled between her legs. Parting her soft hair, his tongue delved into the crevice, laving her second set of delicious lips. “Tying me down won’t be necessary.” He flicked her clit and she jumped. “But it does sound like fun.”
Bailey jogged down the porch steps when Sarah and Mandy stopped to say good-bye on their way out of town the next day. Doug had been tinkering with a box of roofing nails and met them in the driveway.
“You should take my cell phone,” Bailey insisted, “in case of emergency.”
“We’ll be fine,” Sarah replied. “We’ve made the drive plenty of times.”
“Look, I’m not using it. You might as well have it, just in case.”
“Take it, Sis,” Doug agreed. “Her Highness finally came up with a good idea and she’s doing something nice, for Pete’s sake. Don’t spoil the moment.”
Bailey kicked at his shin but he side-stepped her. She tried to give him a nasty look but it was getting harder and harder to look into his eyes and not melt. “I’ve come up with plenty of good ideas, admit it.” She couldn’t help grinning at him.
Doug laughed and stepped away. She saw the ‘embarrassed uncle’ look on his face and knew he had to put some distance between them.
“You need to quit picking on Bailey,” Mandy said. “She’s been wonderful to me and Mom since we got to know her.”
“That’s right,” Sarah added. “She’s been a real doll.”
Doug grinned, then made a face at Bailey. “Ooh, a real wonderful doll. I guess you’re saving your pain-in-the-hiney side just for me.”
She swiped at the box of nails and replied, “I’ll show you a pain in the hiney…”
They all turned their heads as a sleek, silver Lexus pulled into the driveway.
“Who is that?” Mandy asked, awe in her voice.
“Oh shit,” Bailey muttered, not bothering to excuse the swearing. She knew who it was.
Chapter Five
Bailey looked at Doug frantically, but he didn’t have a clue.
Marc Nelson stepped out of the Lexus and stretched, then smiled when he spotted her. “Hello there.”
“Marc! What are you doing here?”
“What kind of a greeting is that?” He strolled to her, arms held out.
She smiled nervously and turned her head so he kissed her cheek rather than her lips. Marc looked at her quizzically, and she motioned towards the three people watching them.
“Ah ha,” he commented and nodded.
Bailey struggled to back away and he let go of her.
“Um, Marc,” she began hesitantly. “These are some friends of my mother’s. They’ve been helping me out around here. Mandy and Sarah and Doug.” She looked at them. “This is my—uh—Marc Nelson.”
“Hi,” Mandy gazed at him with an awestruck expression.
“Hello,” Sarah said and smiled pleasantly.
Doug neither spoke nor smiled.
Bailey coughed. “So what are you doing here?”
Marc gave her a woeful glance. “This hasn’t been a good week. The judge in my trial made some fucking stupid mistakes, and I’m going to call the asshole on every one of them.”
Sarah cleared her throat. “We were just leaving. I hate to ask you to move your car, but we need to back out.”
“Oh, sure.” Marc tossed his keys up and caught them. With a nod to Bailey, he said, “Be right back.”
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��It was a pleasure to meet you!” Mandy called after the man.
“Yeah, you too.” Marc went to his car and backed it into the street.
“Sorry.” Bailey made a sheepish face at Sarah, knowing how she felt about swearing.
“No problem,” Sarah replied stiffly. “We’ll see you two tomorrow. Come on, kiddo.” She led Mandy to her car and finally smiled at Bailey. “Have a lovely weekend!”
“Yeah, thanks.” She glanced at Doug.
“See you,” he called to his family and turned back to Bailey. “Who the fuck is that? Did you forget to tell me something?”
“I’m sorry! I haven’t talked to him in almost two weeks!”
Doug glared at her and Bailey added, “I haven’t even thought of him. For the last ten days, the only person I’ve thought of was you.”
He glanced at the Lexus as it pulled back into the driveway. “Well, that’s about to change.” He looked at her. “What are you going to tell him?”
Bailey saw pain in his eyes. “I don’t know, but I’ll think of something.” She lowered her voice as Marc approached. “Don’t worry, Doug. I promise you, I’ll think of something.”
She watched Marc as he neared, remembering how attractive she used to find him. His thick blond hair was brushed back from his face, making his unnaturally bright blue eyes stand out. He was tanned and kept trim with tennis and sailing—he probably never put in a day of manual labour in his life. His casual uniform of khakis, polo shirt, sweater knotted at the neck and loafers looked the same as always, and of course he was neatly shaven.
Bailey glanced at him one more time, wondering why—when he looked so much the same—she thought something was different. His hair came across as fussy, like he spent more time fixing it than Bailey did on her own. The knotted sweater, perfectly normal at the yacht club, seemed strangely out of place here. His shiny, smooth face was also out of place.
It took Bailey a moment to realise she was making a comparison, but it took her no time at all to realise who came out ahead. Everything she thought she ever wanted had been turned upside down in the past week by a pair of long legs in tight blue jeans, deep, dark eyes, closely cropped brown hair and a scruffy three-day beard. She glanced quickly at Doug and then back at Marc.
