“I’ve heard them all.”
Bailey leaned over and whispered to her. The woman chuckled and went in the back room. She came out with exactly what Bailey needed. “I owe you.”
She found Don standing right where she’d left him. “What was so important that you needed to get? Condoms?”
Bailey shook her head and from behind her back pulled out a necktie. “Nope. Mr. Farrell, do you trust me?”
He laughed. “Yes.”
Smiling she said, “Then take off your shirt and turn around please.”
“Bailey, what are you doing?”
“Oh, I see. You don’t trust me,” she teased playfully, knowing fully that he did.
Don pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the chair with a curious grin. He stepped closer and turned around. “Okay. Blindfold me.”
“Put your hands behind your back.”
Don turned around and looked at her. “I thought you were going to blindfold me.”
“Did I say I was going to do that?” He shook his head. “Then turn around and put your hands behind your back, unless you don’t . . .”
He turned around quickly and did as she asked. Bailey took the necktie and tied his wrists together. She knew it wasn’t tight, but it was a statement of trust, and that’s what she was striving for. That and blowing his freaking mind.
She reached in his pants pocket, pulled out his cell phone, and pulled up his music list. She needed something sexier than a waltz this time. Something hot and sexy for what she had planned for him. When she found the song she hit play.
“Okay, Don, you may turn around and go sit on the bed.”
He did as she asked, but she didn’t join him. Once he was seated, she began to move her hips to the beat.
“Babe, what are you doing?”
“No talking,” she said as she moved her body more and more seductively.
His eyes widened as he realized what she was doing. She pulled her T-shirt out of her jeans slowly, then inched it up showing her abdomen, then ribs, over her bra, and eventually over her head. She twisted it in the air before letting it fly to land by his feet.
Bailey kicked off one sneaker, then the next. Then she unzipped her jeans and, with each movement of her hips, let them slide down until her long legs were bare. She stepped out of them and ran her hands over her body sensually, in all the places she wanted him to put his lips. Oh, I can see you drooling. It’s not over yet, big guy.
Bailey could tell Don’s hands were no longer tied behind his back and he was only playing along. It actually excited her to know he was enjoying this as much as she was.
She couldn’t think of what to do to get her socks off that would be sexy so she stepped forward and put one foot up on the bed by his hip. He moved so he could grab her sock with his tied hands. When he had a grip on it, she pulled her leg from him leaving it in his hand.
Bailey was feeling a confidence like she’d never felt before. She turned and bent over in front of him wiggling her hips and letting the back of her bare legs touch his jeans. She could feel his hot breath so close to her bare skin that it ignited an almost uncontrollable fire within her.
I’m supposed to be exciting Don, not myself. Bailey turned around again and lifted the other leg so he could remove the second sock. This time when she pulled her leg away and turned around, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She was no longer insecure about one of the cups being empty, as she no longer wore her prosthetic. Don told her she was sexy just as she was and that’s exactly how she felt. One strap fell off her shoulder then the next. Then it fell off completely and landed on the floor. With a flick of her foot she tossed it off her stage.
“Bailey, turn so I can see you.”
“No talking,” she reminded.
She looked over her shoulder and blew him a kiss, ignoring his request. Instead she hooked her thumbs on the thin lace of her panties and slid them down very slowly until they were past her thighs and dropped to the floor.
Bailey didn’t turn even then. Instead she backed up as though she was going to sit on his lap, but at the last moment she turned, completely naked, and dropped to her knees.
“Bailey, you’re beautiful.” Don’s voice was husky and full of need.
“I thought I said no talking.” She grinned as she reached and undid his belt buckle. “You’re very bad at following the rules, Mr. Farrell.”
This was sweet torture for her, so she could only imagine what it was for him. As she unzipped his jeans she could see he was enjoying the show. This is just the beginning. I’m about to show you how much I’ve missed you.
Bailey raised her hands to his chest and nudged him backward. He resisted slightly, but let her have her way. With Don laying down. Although they weren’t tied any longer, she remembered his hands were still tied behind him. “Are you okay? Comfortable?”
Dons only response was a wink. She smiled as she trailed her hands down his chest, enjoying the sensation of his muscles tightening with anticipation beneath her fingertips.
Then she slipped her hand inside his jeans and released what had been begging for her attention. She slowly ran her fingers up his swollen shaft and he moaned. She wanted to bring him into her mouth and taste him, but resisted. Leaning forward, she blew gently on him, then licked him from the base to the tip. A husky groan rumbled through him, and his body tensed as her tongue continued to lick him, wrapping around him and twirling around the head.
“Babe, you’re killing me.”
“Oh, I know,” she said.
He pulled his hands out from behind him and propped himself up on his elbows to get a better view of her. His eyes darkened with desire, enhancing her own need. She hated breaking eye contact, but she needed to taste him. As she took him deep within her mouth, he let out a deep growl. She continued stroking him with one hand while sucking him and teasing the head with her tongue before going deep down around him again. Her rhythm became more aggressive each time and his groans of pleasure increased. Faster, deeper, sucking, knowing she was driving him crazy, she brought him to the brink of his control.
Then in one quick movement he pulled away, his breath ragged. “Enough.”
Don lifted her so she stood up, then quickly removed his shoes, jeans, and boxers. Bailey didn’t want to relinquish control, but her need to feel him was more than she could bear.
“Don, I need you to touch me. Please, I can’t wait any longer.” Bailey was shocked at how she begged, but the look in Don’s eyes said he wanted her to beg, just like she had him do.
This time he pushed her back so she lay on the bed, but he didn’t leave her there alone. She felt his fingers as they ran up her leg, her hip, and finally captured her breast. Instantly her nipple hardened.
He kissed her deeply and she opened her mouth, welcoming his probing tongue. A moan escaped her as he pinched her nipple, sending heat through her, pulling at her very core.
Don left her lips and gave proper attention to her breast. He flicked and sucked, nipping her gently while his hand slipped between her legs and his fingers between her delicate folds.
“You’re so wet, but I’m going to make you wetter than you ever thought possible.”
Her legs quivered as he slid one finger around her now-swollen clit. She needed more, needed him now. “Please, Don,” she begged.
He was in no rush to give her what she so desperately needed. Moving her hips, grinding into his hand, she was trying to get his fingers to stroke her faster, harder. He met her every movement. It was sweet torture as he circled her clit again and again in a rhythm, holding her on the brink of ecstasy. She needed him inside her, now. Her breath came in gasps as he teased her, increasing his rhythm, sending her body into uncontrollable shudders of pleasure. “Don, oh Don.”
Bending his knees, he held his cock and rubbed it against her folds. His eyes continued to meet hers. She felt the head of his cock enter her then stop. “I don’t want to hurt you, but you got me so crazy hot for you,
I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold back.”
Bailey wrapped her legs around him and, as she smiled greedily, pulled his cock where she so desperately needed it. Don reached beneath her and pulled her hips off the bed as he plunged deep inside. Her world shook as pleasure and pain mixed into one. She could see her own hunger and raw need reflected in his eyes. As he began to move, driving faster and harder, she moaned and called out his name again.
“Babe, you feel so damn good.”
A gasp escaped her as he gripped her bottom firmly and entered her again and again. She found herself enticing him for more, harder, grinding her hips against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Resisting the urge to close her eyes, she watched his jaw tense as his own release followed hers. Their sensual cries filled the room, and she lost herself in intense waves of pleasure that seemed endless. She heard his deep husky growl, then nothing.
Neither was able to speak until they were able to catch their breaths. Don lifted her so she could lay more comfortably on the bed with her head on the pillow.
“Babe, are you sure I didn’t hurt you?”
His voice was so tender it almost brought tears to her eyes. She reached up with her left hand and cupped his face. “Don, I know you would never hurt me.”
“But I did. When I left you to go and—” He became quiet and closed his eyes. When he opened them again she saw he was torn about what to do, what to say.
“You don’t have to tell me. There is only one thing I need to hear from you.”
“What’s that, babe?”
“That you love me and you’ll always come back to me.”
Don moved and rolled her to lay on top of him. “Bailey Tasca, you are the only woman I have ever loved. The only woman I will ever love and I promise you, I’ll always come back to you. But I have no plans on ever leaving you again.”
“Ever is a long time, Don Farrell. Are you sure you’re able to commit to that?”
He became very serious when he spoke next. “I’m ready to commit all the way, babe. I want you to be my wife.”
Although she loved him, she wasn’t expecting a proposal. He had made it very clear when they first hooked up months ago that he didn’t do relationships, never mind marriage. This was a major change, one she never expected. She wanted to question it, but then remembered how much she’d changed as well since that time. If I can, then why not Don?
“I wasn’t trying to pressure you into marriage. That wasn’t my intention at all,” she assured.
“You don’t want to be my wife?”
“Of course I do, but not because you want to make me happy.”
“You want to marry me so that you’ll be sad? I don’t get it, Bailey. I love you and you love me. Is there something I’m missing here?”
“Why did you ask me?”
“Because I love you and a good friend of mine gave me some much-needed advice that I’ll never forget.”
“What is that?”
“Not to let go of something today that I can’t live without tomorrow. Bailey, you are the only thing I can’t live without. Not today, tomorrow, or ever. So I’m going to ask you again. Will you marry me?”
Bailey’s heart raced. “Yes, Don Farrell, I would love to be your wife. But on one condition.”
“Anything.”
“Let’s elope.”
“Why?”
“I’ve seen what happens at these small weddings. All hell seems to break loose and you guys disappear to save the world. I figure if we break tradition, maybe you’ll actually be around for the honeymoon.”
Don laughed. “My jet can be here in a few hours. Instead of eloping, what do you say we have a destination wedding?”
She looked up at him. “You’re serious?” He nodded. “And where is the wedding going to take place?”
“Anywhere your heart desires, my love. As long as you are my wife, I’ll be a happy man.”
Bailey knew this man would give her the world if she asked for it. But the truth was she had everything she’d ever wanted. There was no rush for anything more. He was here and she was his, the rest was only paperwork.
“Don, can I ask one more thing?”
“Of course, I’m all yours.”
“How do you feel about moving permanently to the south? I’ve kind of fallen in love with Savannah.”
“I was thinking the same thing. I’ve actually bought the farm next door to Mark and Hannah already.”
“You did. Why?”
“Because, Bailey, you’ve become by Southern delight. The one and only thing I can’t live without. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you in the town where it all began, where I first laid eyes on you.”
She kissed him deeply. “God, I love you, Don. You have given me so much, but most of all you’ve given me back myself. And not just the old me, but a new, better me. One that has a future brighter than all the stars in the sky.”
“Back at you, sweetheart.”
“From this moment on Don, the story of our love will be written on the pages of our hearts.”
The End
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