Chapter 26 Maia
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
MAIA
We were in no state to talk to anyone, so our plan was to sneak out of the house. However, my aunt Shannon bumped into us as she came out of the downstairs powder room.
Aunt Shannon and I shared the same violet eyes as Dad, except instead of dark hair she had loads of stunning red hair. While I was average height, Aunt Shannon was tiny. She had the kind of youthful appearance that meant people often thought she was far younger than her actual age.
Usually, I loved seeing Aunt Shannon.
But right now, recognizing that knowing gleam in her eyes, I wanted the floor to swallow me whole.
“Leaving so soon?” She quirked an eyebrow, glancing between me and Baird.
“We have somewhere to be.”
“Urgently.” Baird gave me a gentle nudge toward the door.
Embarrassment scalded my cheeks.
Aunt Shannon shook her head, lips twitching. “I’ll tell your dad and Grace something came up.”
Baird snorted. I groaned in mortification. Aunt Shannon laughed as she strolled off. “Have fun and be safe.”
“No, no, no,” I huffed out as Baird tugged me toward the door. “That didn’t just happen.”
He laughed. “It did. Your aunt is funny.”
“But she knows we’re leaving to have sex,” I whisper-shouted.
“I’m pretty sure she knows you’re not a virgin, My,” he teased, hurrying me down the front stoop and down Dublin Street.
“I just hope she doesn’t tell my dad and Grace.” I covered my face with my free palm.
Baird released my hand to slide his arm around my waist. “You’re so adorable.”
I pouted up at him. “No, I’m not adorable right now. I’m sexy. We’re in a sexy mood. Adorable is for field mice and puppies.”
Baird threw his head back in laughter, almost tripping on a paving stone and taking me with him.
I gripped onto him, grinning as he righted himself.
There was that look on his face again. Like I was everything.
Wow, I could seriously get addicted to that look.
“Maia MacLeod, sexy, adorable, wearing your glasses or wearing nothing, I want you all the time, anytime.”
“Really?” I bit my lip, pleased.
“Oh, aye.” He nodded and then waggled his eyebrows. “And at some point, I want you naked wearing only your glasses.”
Laughing, even as my body pulsed with arousal, I replied, “You’re so weird.”
“But sexy, right?”
“Oh, completely. Now let’s hurry up before I combust on Dublin Street.”
“That was the longest walk in the history—” I was cut off, hauled into Baird’s flat and against his body.
His mouth slammed down on mine, and I whimpered, wrapping my arms around him.
My fingers curled into his lush hair, and I had a fleeting memory of squashing many a fantasy about tugging Baird’s hair out of his manbun.
I’d been in denial for a very long time about how much I wanted him.
Baird’s kiss was thorough and just a wee bit dirty, and I loved it.
I met him lick for lick, suck for suck, flicking my tongue against his, our kiss so deep we stumbled backward.
Our momentum forced the flat door shut with a crash and we broke away, gasping.
My laughter was cut off by Baird’s uncharacteristically severe expression. He looked ready to eat me alive. I shivered, my breasts feeling heavy, my skin burning hotter than it was even five minutes ago as we hurried through New Town to his flat in Dean Village.
I was wet and aching and had been ever since he’d made me come.
Anticipation had me shaking. “Do I have something on my face?” I teased on a whisper.
Baird slowly shook his head. “Nah, I’m just … I can hardly believe you’re here and we’re … here.”
He really did want this. Want me. I wish I hadn’t been so blinded by my own insecurities. “We’re really here,” I promised.
He yanked me to him, his hands coasting down my waist and around my back to slide over my bottom. He squeezed gently, and I moaned at the feel of his prodding erection. I rubbed against him, and Baird’s hips undulated against me. “Bear, I don’t want to wait any longer,” I gasped out.
He bent his head and kissed me, and I knew I’d never want to kiss anyone but Baird McMillan ever again.
I wanted only his taste, the feel of him.
I loved the way his size was dominating and reassuring all at once.
My fingers slid under his shirt, tracing the hard, smooth lines of his well-developed six-pack and I sucked on his tongue. Hard.
Baird shuddered and made that growling sound but this time in my mouth.
A mini orgasm fluttered low inside. “Oh!” I pulled back, eyes wide with surprise.
Because it had never been this intense with someone before. This needy. This passionate. Part of me had almost thought all the loved-up couples around me were lying about sex to make themselves feel better.
But they weren’t.
It really could feel like every nerve ending in your body was alive and sizzling and sparking at the slightest touch and sound and scent.
I pushed on my tiptoes to press my lips to his again, moaning into his mouth as the kiss turned wild and dirty and breathlessly exciting.
Baird’s hands gripped my waist, and he lifted me with ease, still kissing me as he walked us in the direction of the back of the room.
I lifted my knees so my feet wouldn’t drag as I broke the kiss to pepper his bearded cheeks and down his throat.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he huffed out. “I don’t know if I can make it to the bedroom.”
“I don’t care.” I licked his throat. “I just need you inside me.”
Quite abruptly, we slammed into the wall by the staircase, and I let out a laugh of surprise, one that disappeared into Baird’s mouth as my feet hit the floor again.
His warm, rough hands tugged at my skirt, yanking it down my legs until it pooled at my feet.
We broke apart so I could step out of it and kick off my shoes at the same time.
Then Baird’s hands were shoving my knickers roughly down and a rush of wet between my thighs made me frantically shimmy them off.
Baird’s hands tightened on my waist as he stared down at my naked lower half, chest heaving, cheeks slightly flushed. He squeezed his eyes closed as if he was in pain.
“Bear?”
He shook his head. “I just … I’m, like, right at my edge. This has never happened before.”
A glance at his crotch revealed his cock was pushing, probably painfully, against the zipper of his jeans. He still had his eyes closed.
“What do you mean?”
He huffed and the noise sounded almost a little …
embarrassed. “I mean … I’m about to fucking come in my boxers.
” His eyes flashed open, his expression mortified.
“Because it’s you. I didn’t know … sex would feel so much more …
more … when I felt about a woman the way I feel about you.
” He laughed, a short, harsh sound. “And now the one woman I want to impress, I’m about to fucking humiliate myself in front of. ”
This explosion of feeling bloomed across my chest.
Tenderness. Awe. Smugness.
I pretty much felt like the sexiest woman in the world right now.
So I told him that.
Baird’s eyes flared. “Really?”
“Baird McMillan, heartbreaker and sex aficionado, just told me that he’s so excited to be with me he can’t control himself.
Not embarrassing. I’m flattered beyond belief.
” I reached for the zipper on his jeans, and he covered my hands to stop me.
“Trust me,” I whispered. “We just need to take the edge off.”
“Maia.” His chest heaved again on a shuddering breath, but he let go of my hand so I could pull the zipper down on his jeans.
For my sake, I tugged his T-shirt up and he raised his arms so we could whip it off.
I bit my lip, taking in his beautiful torso and all the stunning ink tattooed up his arm and across his upper chest and throat.
“You looking at me like that is not helping,” he gritted out.
Biting back a smile, I quickly shoved his jeans and boxers down until his cock bobbed out.
I gasped.
Baird was a big guy and I’d seen the shape of him through his swim shorts.
Minutes ago, I’d felt his hardness against me.
But I was still taken aback by the size of his cock and equal parts terrified and excited about the thought of it inside me.
Will hadn’t been huge, but he had girth, and that’s what really mattered.
Baird had it all.
I was pretty sure dildo companies would want to make molds of what he was packing in his football shorts.
Right now, his cock was so hard it was an angry purple red with precum dripping from the tip. The veins popped along it, and it was visibly throbbing.
“Now I think I might come,” I whispered without thinking.
“Fuck!” Baird huffed out as more precum released from his tip.
“You’re … huge.”
“Aye, not helping.” He squeezed his eyes closed.
I wrapped my palm around him and his eyes flew open. “My!”
He pulsed against my skin, hot and smooth, stiff and hard. Wetness flooded between my thighs, thinking about him inside me. “You’re going to come,” I panted. “Like I said, take the edge off.”
Baird stumbled forward, forcing me back against the wall as his hands braced on either side of my head, his lips inches from mine. “Expect me to come in two point four seconds.”
I let out a little moan as I gave his cock a hard jerk.
“Oh fuck …” He panted against my lips, eyes holding mine. “Say my name, My.”
“Baird.” My lips feathered over his. “Baird.” I tugged again.
His cock throbbed and he let out a rough cry as he climaxed. His sticky cum flooded over my fingers as he shuddered against me, his forehead on my shoulder as he shook through his orgasm.
I think I might have had another mini one.
His cock only semi softened and I gently released him.
Baird slowly lifted his head from my shoulder to study my face. There was that awe again and maybe a little bit of wary confusion.
“Feel good?” I whispered.
He nodded as determination etched into his features. “Give me a minute to get hard again.”