Chapter 27 Baird
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
BAIRD
Light prodded at my eyelids. In my semi-conscious state, I realized I’d forgotten to close the curtains in the living room. Which was a problem when your bedroom opened out to the rest of the flat.
Groaning, I turned to bury my head in my pillow and instead felt the silky soft strands of hair and inhaled the smoky, vanilla scent of familiar perfume. My eyes flew open and last night came back to me in a flood of scorching memories.
My chest suddenly felt tight with emotion as I lifted my head, blinking the sleep from my eyes. Maia was sleeping on her stomach, only her profile visible. The sheets were pulled down to her waist, so I had an excellent view of her slender back and all that gorgeous smooth olive skin.
Unsurprisingly, I had woken up hard.
We’d had sex twice last night. She’d ridden me after the first time. And then we’d just explored each other’s bodies with our mouths until both of us were wrung dry.
Maia MacLeod in my bed.
I was starting to think I might be the world’s luckiest bastard.
Got to do my dream job and then I got my dream girl.
I stiffened at the thought. Not the dream girl part because Maia was definitely that.
But the job part. I was lucky. How many lads grew up dreaming of playing professional football?
Especially lads like me who didn’t have an academic bone in their body.
And how many of those lads actually made it in the Professional League?
For eight years I’d played the beautiful game.
If it didn’t last beyond that, then at least I’d had it.
That’s how I had to look at it. Live in gratitude rather than resentment. Every day I would remind myself of that until the panicky dread I’d been experiencing for over a year finally went away.
Something settled over me. Something like peace.
And I had this gorgeous, sweet woman in my bed to thank for it.
Skin flushing hot, I glanced back at the bedside table to my alarm clock. We still had plenty of time before we needed to be at the video shoot. Next to the clock were the condoms. Reaching for one, I bit open the packet and then rolled it on, groaning at how fucking primed I was already.
Reaching for Maia beneath the sheet, I trailed the back of my fingers down her spine and over the lush rump of her arse. She wiggled in her sleep as I caressed her pussy. Her little moan made my balls draw up tight.
I’d enjoyed sex for far longer than I probably should have, but when you were already six feet at thirteen years old, girls tended to think you were older.
I was also an early bloomer so to speak.
And I loved sex. As apparent by my active sex life.
I’d had really good sex over the years. I’d even had multiple group sex moments that were unforgettable.
Well, except for the ones where I was wasted.
Yet never since my first few times as a teen had I been so turned on that I couldn’t stop myself from coming. In fact, lately there had been times when I was worried about my sex drive because my cock was uninterested in other women and had needed some coaxing.
I’d been like an excited teenager with My last night. Like, I thought I might burst out of my skin I was so eager.
Callan had made comments about sex being better when you loved the woman you were with, but I’d cracked a shitty joke and he’d shut up.
But he was right.
It was a hundred million times better.
I’d never come so hard as I did last night.
I was addicted to it.
I was addicted to her.
Maia made another mewing sound, her fingers curling into the pillow as she grew wetter against my fingers. Finally, I pushed them inside her slowly and her eyes flew open. I watched her lashes flutter. Then she glanced over her shoulder, gaze still sleepy, but widening when she saw me.
Her lips parted on a gasp as I continued to finger-fuck her. “Bear.” She licked her lips, moaning as she pressed her body toward me.
My chest heaved, my breathing quickening at just the thought of sliding inside her. “I want you again. Are you … are you too sore?”
She dipped her chin, biting her lower lip as she stared at me through sexy hooded eyes. “I’m a little sore.”
I immediately stopped pumping my fingers. “Shit—”
“But it feels good.” She moved to turn, but I stopped her when she was still on her side.
“Like this.” I slid into position behind her so I was spooning her.
I rested my right arm along the pillow above her while I caressed her breasts with my other.
Her nipples were pebbled and tight. My cock throbbed.
Sliding my hand down her satiny stomach, I instructed gruffly, “Bend your knees a wee bit.”
Her breath stuttered. “O-okay.”
I guided my cock to her pussy and pushed in.
Maia gasped, arching her back as I gripped her hip to thrust all the way in. Her tight, wet heat clamped around me, and I gritted my teeth against the urge to shove her onto her stomach and fuck her like a possessive beast. That was new. Who the fuck was that guy?
“You okay?” she gasped out.
I realized I’d frozen.
Nuzzling her neck, I nodded, rocked against her, gently easing out and then pushing back in.
Maia made a humming, groaning noise, her cheeks flushed, lashes fluttering wildly. “Uh!” She pressed her cheek into the pillow. “Bear!”
Excitement thrummed through me at her reaction. Every time I pressed back in, she cried louder.
Was I hitting her G-spot?
Fuck me.
I rocked a bit faster, clenching my jaw against my own need to come.
Maia first.
Her cries of pleasure grew higher and louder, her eyes slammed shut as her lower body undulated against my rocks with increasing friction.
Then she let out a hoarse half scream as her body tensed and shattered around me. Her inner muscles clamped down around my cock, throbbing and pulsing with a fierceness that took my breath away as she drenched me. My thrusts now made a wet sound as I moved against her.
“Fuck!” My mind turned hazy with pure, unadulterated lust, and Maia let out a gasp as I released her but only to manhandle her onto her hands and knees.
“Bear!” Her arms shook as she looked over her shoulder at me, eyes still glazed from her climax.
Then I was pushing into her, and she moaned, her head dropping forward.
I kicked her knees wider with mine and then thrust back in.
I powered in rough and hard, testing the waters.
Maia huffed out and then murmured, “Oh my god,” as I felt her inner muscles pulse around me.
My grin was feral with wicked intent. I was going to make her come again.
It took more control than I knew I had to hold back my own orgasm because watching Maia shake and moan and cry out as I fucked her doggy-style was high up in my fantasy playbook.
There was nothing but her.
The sound of my grunts mingling with her groans, our bodies smacking together, and the scent of sex.
Sex with Maia.
Fuck it.
I reached between us and started rubbing her swollen clit.
“Oh! Oh my God! Bear!” she cried, squeezing around me again as her arms gave out.
But I kept her arse in the air, fucking her through her second orgasm until I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Maia!” I bellowed my release as heat shivered down my spine and pleasure erupted through my limbs. Shuddering and shaking, I kept a tight hold to her, wanting her to feel every inch of how hard I was coming, wanting to stay connected to her for as long as possible.
Finally, I relaxed my grip on her hips, belatedly realizing how tightly I’d been holding her, hoping I hadn’t left bruises.
I bent my head to kiss her lower back and then gently eased from her.
“Fuck,” I muttered, because we’d almost lost the condom I’d come that hard. “Let me just deal with this.”
After I returned from the bathroom, I smiled at Maia, now lying on her back, her bare breasts a sight to behold. She giggled as I clambered over her like an excited pup, pressing kisses to her gorgeous tits and licking at her nipples.
Her fingers threaded through my hair, making me shiver.
“You’re insatiable.”
I raised my head. “You have no idea.”
Her cheeks flushed. “I think I saw stars this morning.”
“G-spot,” I opined. “That was fucking hot, beautiful.”
Her eyes widened. “I thought the G-spot was a myth.”
I braced myself over her, stroking my thumbs over her cheeks. “Did it feel like a myth?”
Maia chuckled. “I guess not.”
“We should shower,” I murmured, tracing her face with my fingertips like I could memorize every inch of it. “We have the video shoot in two hours.”
“Oh my God.” She pressed her palms to my chest. “I forgot about that! We need to move.”
“We will.” I bent my head to nuzzle her throat, pressing wet kisses as I caressed her body.
She moaned. “Bear … we need to move. And we can’t have sex again. I’m definitely sore now.”
A weird mix of remorse and triumph thrummed through me. She’d feel me between her legs all day and I couldn’t say I didn’t like that. Raising my head, I nodded. “Okay, let’s shower.” I frowned. “When you say we can’t have sex again—”
Maia slapped my chest, laughing. “I meant today. Just let my vagina get used to your monster cock, okay?”
I threw back my head in laughter and rolled off her.
She shoved at me. “Don’t let that inflate your ego.”
“You just called it my monster cock. How do I not let that inflate my ego?” I waggled my brows. “Or the way you came for me multiple times.”
Her eyes narrowed as she sat up to slide off the bed. “I wasn’t the only one who came multiple times or came hard, Baird McMillan.”
“I know, beautiful. I’ve never come harder in my life. Trust me.”
Maia’s expression softened with the shyness that was incongruous to the confident woman she presented to the world. It had me jumping out of bed and grabbing her up in my arms to carry her to the shower. Her giggles made my chest tighten and expand as I gently eased her onto her feet.
That feeling, this overwhelming feeling that wanted to explode from me … it was happiness, I realized.
It was fucking bliss.
Those three little words bubbled on my lips, and I kissed her to stop them. She wasn’t there yet. But I had hope now more than ever that she’d get there, eventually.