Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
Nash
T here she is. My girl is up on the bar top, swaying her hips to the rhythm of the music like she’s a fucking professional. Only she’s not mine, yet the way her ass looks in the tight leather mini skirt makes me want to reach out and drag her off the counter, so no one else can enjoy the view.
To avoid reaching out for her and dragging her off the bar, especially since Jase is standing right beside me, I keep my hands fisted at my sides.
I sense his intense glare on me and notice the tick in his jaw in my peripheral vision, but it’s the skeptical way his eyes flick back and forth in question that makes me refrain from touching her. It’s obvious Bailey’s trying to elicit my reaction as she seductively dances and holds my gaze, while my jaw clenches so tight in hopes I don’t give away exactly what watching her is doing to me. I can’t show Jase how this is affecting me, not when I’m not even sure what it means.
Bailey and I haven’t spoken about what happened the other night. Not about how she rocked my entire fucking world while she was on her knees for me, taking my cock in her pretty little mouth like she was born to do it. I’d never experienced anything like her warm, wet mouth on me, her soft hands jerking me off as she took me back far enough to make her gag. I couldn’t resist taking control and, with a hand wrapped in her hair, I drove into her mouth like it was the last thing I’d ever do. I came hard, my cum dripping from her mouth, but she swallowed it all, licking her lips clean of me. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen and I know she was so fucking turned on from it, I could practically smell her arousal in the air.
If I’d only reached down between her legs, sliding my fingers through her folds I know were dripping for me, but I didn’t reciprocate the pleasure. I wanted her perfect round and plump tits in my hands, her taut, pebbled peaks in my mouth, but I didn't get the chance to get her off before she was back with the same indifferent attitude.
Bailey refused to meet my gaze unless it was in challenge, swearing it wouldn’t happen again. I’d heard it all before, but now, since I apparently like to make my life a living hell, we’re somehow both just as sexually frustrated and ready to combust from the lack of contact instead of indulging in having each other so close.
At first it seemed fun, especially because I’d stolen the little toy I’d found in her drawer, so I knew she wasn’t getting herself off the way she usually would. However, after nearly two weeks of this back and forth, I’m done playing fucking games. I’m about ready to admit I want the woman if it means I get to have her once again on her knees for me. Better yet, this time it’s going to be me dropping to the ground to worship her.
My cock is throbbing like never before, the need nearly making my vision blur as I watch her with her friends, dancing like it’s their fucking job. I try my best to ignore that my little sister is also dancing beside her for everyone to see, but it’s easy to do when my eyes are glued to Bailey. I’ll let Monty worry about Monroe.
The rest of the bar is immediately on their feet dancing, in utter awe of the women who’ve made sure this event is a success.
I’ll admit when I first heard them talking about some dating event they wanted to host, I never imagined it would be anything like what this has become. They went all out, decorating, preparing the drink and food menu, and advertising the mixer on social media. They even posted flyers around town to bring in any tourists which frequent our town during this time of the year. What started off as a somewhat awkward night is now a full-blown party.
I only dragged my ass down here because I knew Bailey would be here and there’s no fucking way I’m letting some asshole think he can hit on her. Call it jealousy, but I’m annoyed at the prospect of Bailey having any intention of dating anyone, though I don’t think she’d be interested in something so public that would get the rumor mill going.
Not wanting to be alone, I dragged Monty and Jase with me, neither one of them at all interested in the prospect of dating, regardless they came.
The music abruptly changes from the sexy, choreographed dance to a crowd singalong of a song I enjoy, but I won't be taking part in. Penny, Lexie and Raven climb down from the bar, and move around behind it, lining up a row of shot glasses they fill with tequila.
“Free shots,” Raven shouts over the blaring music as patrons come up to grab one.
Bailey, Billie and Monroe remain on the bar top having the time of their lives as they dance, sing, and laugh like every man in the room isn’t drooling over them. They may have planned this dating mixer hoping to bring people together, but the only women any of the men in here are interested in are the three cowgirls currently on stage.
“I swear if Monroe doesn’t get her ass down in the next minute, I’m going to drag her out of here kicking and screaming,” Monty grunts, chugging back his fourth beer of the night. We’ve been here for no more than two hours, and the man’s been on edge the entire time. I know he’s definitely not into dating anyone, but I’ve seen his eyes roam the bar, straying too long on the hot new bartender as he tries to pretend he isn’t looking.
Though, before I can question his apparent interest and encourage him to go for it, even if the girl is way too young for him, I see red.
None other than Jake Macallan reaches his arms out to Bailey and carries her off the bar. The mere fact he put his hands on her, his right palm dangerously close to her ass, has my blood boiling, rage blinding me as I watch her smile at him. She’s never smiled at me that way and it only angers me further to know he gets something I’ve always wanted.
“Nash,” Jase groans in warning, but I don’t listen. I’m too pissed off to care what my ex-best friend thinks of me at this point. All I know is I want nothing more than to claim his sister and show everyone in this bar she belongs to me. Even if she won’t agree.
“Take this,” Jase says, handing me another beer. I take it without looking his way, my eyes fixated on Jake’s hand still on her waist, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. My knuckles turn white as I tighten my grip on the beer bottle, about to shatter it to pieces. “Is there something I should be worried about?” he asks, knowing damn well what seeing the asshole with his sister is doing to me.
I want to punch Jase in the face for asking stupid questions he doesn’t want the answer to, but I can’t cause a scene. Not tonight, not here. Not when I want Bailey to accept it’s time we put this stupid game behind us to deal with the inevitable—us fucking.
“You should be worried about why your dad’s cowboy thinks it’s okay to put his hands on your sister.”
Jase laughs, further irritating me, but when I turn and meet his gaze, his laughter deepens. Why the fucker thinks any of this is funny is beyond me. “Relax, Nash. Jake Macallan is harmless. Bailey could one hundred percent take his ass down if she didn’t want his hands on her. But the fact she hasn’t tells me maybe she wants them there.”
Angered by his insinuation that Bailey has any interest in the asshole, I march my ass toward them, hearing both Jase and Monty laugh harder as I stomp away.
“That was amazing, Miss King,” I hear the dumbass say as I near them.
Bailey twirls a strand of her hair in her hand as she lowers her gaze in clear flirtation. “Jake, how many times have I told you, Ms. King is my mama? Please, we’ve known each other our whole lives. It’s Bailey.”
The fucker blushes, cheeks turning bright red like he’s never once spoken to a woman. Does she really think some amateur like him would know the first thing about being with a woman like her? “But I work for your pops now, just trying to keep things professional.”
I’ve had enough—especially with the way Billie and the rest of the girls watch them, like it’s the most adorable thing they’ve seen.
“Then maybe start with getting your fucking hands off her.” Startled by my sudden interruption, they both jerk their heads in my direction, though his hands don’t drop from her waist.
“Nash,” Bailey warns, and the fierce scowl on her face only makes my dick harder than it already is. I know she’s pissed, but she can clearly see I am.
“Excuse me,” Jake says, but the look on his face doesn’t match the quiver in his voice.
“You say you wanna keep things professional, then get your fucking hands off her. What do you think her daddy would say if he knew his ranch hand had his filthy hands on his daughter?”
Jake scoffs, realizing the reason for my sudden need to get him away from her. “Same thing he’d say if he knew you wanted to.”
Gotta give it to him. I didn’t think he had it in him to argue back. “Yeah, only difference, Macallan. I don’t give a fuck.”
“Nash, enough. Please.”
I turn my attention to Bailey, my mouth aching to kiss her and wipe that pretty little pout off her lips. “What, Angel? You're telling me you want this dumbass wannabe cowboy to put his hands on you?” I take two steps forward, closing the distance between us as I lean forward so only she can hear me. “To touch you the way only I know how. Cause trust me, pretty girl. There’s no fucking way this asshole knows what to do with a woman like you.” Setting a hand on her lower back, I revel in the way her breath hitches the moment my fingers graze the skin beneath her top. Goosebumps kiss her skin as my fingers softly trail circles around her skin and she inhales, holding her breath. “He wouldn’t know how to bring you to your knees, how to make you come simply by toying with your perfect nipples. He wouldn’t know what the hell to do with the mediocre dick he has between his legs.”
Jake catches the last part and mumbles out a low “fuck you”, but he doesn’t deny it.
Bailey’s eyes are low and hazy, glistening with desire as she inadvertently squeezes her thighs together. Only she can’t because my leg is nicely tucked between them. Carnal visions cloud her mind, reminding her of how just good it will be if she lets go. She takes another moment before she can ground herself, but with a sharp step of her boot, she stomps on my foot and scurries away.
“Kiss my ass, Bishop.”
Like a madman, I follow after her, leaving Jake behind and not giving a damn who in the bar is looking our way. I can feel all eyes on us, but mine are fixated on her and the sexy, intentional sway of her hips cause she knows I’m watching—knows I’m desperately following her, and she fucking loves it. Behind me, I hear Billie and Monroe giggle as we pass them by and Billie even goes as far as holding Jase back when he treads after us. I’ll have to thank her for that later.
Bailey’s footsteps quicken, but the moment we’re alone in the secluded hallway leading to her office, away from the crowd of people gawking our way, I reach for her.
Spinning her until her chest hits mine and her back slams into the wall, I cage her in against it. The sharp inhale of breath makes my cock strain further in my jeans, aching for release. For her soft hands and supple lips to wrap around it. To be inside her, filling her and feeling her clench around me as she reaches her climax. To watch as the anger in her gaze disappears until there is nothing but burning lust and desire that matches my own.
I want to hate-fuck her. I want to slam into her, my hand a perfect necklace around her throat as she curses my name in warning. As she shouts it off the top of her lungs in equal pain and pleasure while meeting my every thrust with a push of her own. I want her long, sharp nails dug into my back, marking me the way my lips will mark her.
Lowering my head, I lean forward and growl into the crook of her neck, my tongue with a mind of its own, snaking out to lick against it. “Don’t tempt me, Angel. You know I’d worship that fine ass of yours and brand it mine if only you’d give me a second chance.”
My hips thrust forward, the hard, throbbing length between my legs pressing into her hip. The heels of her boots are at least four inches, yet the top of her head barely teases my cheek.
A soft, almost inaudible moan catches in her throat as she presses her lips together to keep it in. “Second chances aren’t meant to be given, Nash. They’re earned.”
My lips quirk up into a sly smirk at her show of composure when I can feel her trembling beneath my touch. “And how do I earn one?”
Her eyes are low and hazy, mirroring the desire I know is reflected in mine. Slowly and purposefully, her tongue snakes out to swipe against her bottom lip, teasing me as my eyes zero in on the way she takes it between her teeth. “That depends.”
“On what?” I ask, too eagerly. It makes her giggle, a soft and whimsical sound I want to bottle up and keep forever.
“On whether the first one was deserved.” Reaching up on her tiptoes, she brings her lips to my ear, playfully nibbling on the lobe. I press my cock harder against her and the hushed sound that leaves her lips has me nearly fucking coming. “Things aren't looking good for you, Bishop.”
This fucking girl. I call bullshit. She may act like she doesn’t want this, want me, but I know damn well if I reached down between her legs I’d find her soaked for me. All it would take is a swipe of my fingers between her aching pussy and she’d make a fucking mess all over me. I’m fairly certain one lap of my tongue would bring her to climax before I have the chance to fucking breath her in.
“Oh, yeah?” I ask, trailing my fingers down her cheek, over her collarbone, and down the dip between her breasts. Goosebumps rise on her skin where I touch her, and she trembles in my hands. “Tell me then, baby, what’s a man gotta do to make you fall?”
I feel her shiver beneath my touch, a soft, breathy moan escaping her lips and eliciting a surge of desire to course through my veins. The moment my lips touch the sensitive spot above her clavicle, I suck, taking my time to mark her before softly biting down, forcing out another sharp whimper. The sweet taste of her skin lingers on my tongue, fueling the raging fire burning between us. Nothing matters at this moment but the two of us. The rest of the room disappears into a blur of chaos.
With one look, our passions collide, and we know there’s no other way this is going to end.
Fucking with Bailey King is a death sentence, but I’m willingly walking to my death for this woman.
With her hand in mine, I drag her the rest of the way down the hall until we reach the staircase leading toward the apartment on the second floor. I need to be inside her, need my lips on hers while my cock is balls deep in her and I can swallow her cries of pleasure into my mouth.
What feels like eternity is only two fucking minutes before we’re barreling though the door, and I have her slammed against it. My hands press her face together as my mouth collides on hers in a wet and passionate kiss, fighting one other for control. Ultimately, I win and if I’m being honest, she sure as fuck doesn’t mind when I do.
Tossing my jacket to the floor, I chuckle lightly as Bailey’s hands tangle in my shirt, fighting to pull the thing up and over my head. I slow her down, hoisting her up into my arms and loving the way her legs immediately wrap around me. She’s writhing in my hands, grinding her hips against me to find any bit of friction. My girl is fucking desperate for me and I love it.
“Easy now, baby,” I mutter, trying to force our lips apart, but she doesn't let me. Her mouth forces itself against mine, widening to allow my tongue to swoop in and savor every inch of her.
“On the couch,” she mutters, breathless. Her chest heaving in anticipation of what this night will bring. Digging my fingers into her cheeks, I push her skirt up and over her ass, leaving only the thin strap of her thong between us.
I can’t help the humorless chuckle that slips out at the desperation in her voice. “Fuck no, I want you in your bed, B. I’m going to fuck you in your bed and make sure you never stop thinking about how hard I made you come when you lay restless in it at night.”
Heat radiates off her and sears me through my clothes as she deepens the kiss. Pleasure fires through me like gasoline, fueling the flames of my desire as I watch her arousal build. I haven’t even touched her yet, and the woman is a puddle of pleasure in my hands.
“Nash please, I need you.” I’ve never heard more beautiful words, and the emotion they elicit in me is unlike anything I’ve experienced.
Her plea sets me off, igniting a spark that lights up the animal within me. High off her scent and the feel of her skin under my hand, I drunkenly walk us through the apartment and toward her bedroom, kicking off my shoes as we enter. Without warning, I toss her onto the mattress, forcing the headboard to slam into the wall from the force of her landing.
I reach back and pull my shirt off over my head in one fast swoop while she unzips her boots and tosses them to the floor. We’re both moving so fast, desperately needing there to be nothing between us. Yet as I watch her reach back to unzip the sexy ass fuck top she’s wearing, it’s like she’s moving in slow motion.
Bailey is beautiful, but right now, lying back on her elbows, perfect tits on full display as her shirt falls to her waist, she looks fucking captivating. She’s flushed, hair a mess, lipstick smeared and the desire on her face is more than I’ve ever dreamt of.
The small strip of her red thong teases me, the wet spot of her arousal glistening between her parted thighs. She catches my gaze drop to her pussy and the little tease spreads them further apart, giving me a perfect glimpse of the shape of her lips. I pull back for just a moment, staring in awe at the woman I’ve wanted for so long.
“You sure about this, Angel?” I’m scared shitless she’s going to say no. Because if she does, I’ll walk away. I won’t force myself on her even if I want nothing more. But there's something in the way she looks at me that gives me a glimmer of hope she wants this as badly as I do. There’s an insatiable hunger she’s had since the day I saw her again. One only I can quench.
“Never, but I want it, Nash. I’ve dreamt of this moment for ten years. Fuck the consequences.”
“You have no fucking clue how much I’ve wanted this, B. No idea how long I’ve spent dreaming of having you beneath me again. You can be damn sure I won’t make the same mistake again. I won’t take this moment for granted.”
My fingers fumble with the button of my jeans as I keep my eyes focused on her. Tugging them down along with my boxers, I step out of them, loving the ways her eyes burn as my cock springs free. I’m so fucking hard, my veins throbbing as precum leaks from the engorged tip.
The way she watches me only makes my cock swell as I wrap my hands around the shaft, using my arousal to lubricate it as I slide my thumb over the tip. My approach is slow and steady, my heartbeat thundering in my chest as I accept this is really about to happen. Years of wanting, weeks of waiting, Bailey King is finally going to be mine. Even if it’s only for tonight, I’ll take her for as long as she’ll give me.
Once I reach the edge of the bed, I reach for her, grabbing her by her ankles, and tugging her toward me until her legs are bent at a ninety-degree angle. She lets out a loud cry of surprise.
“You have no fucking clue how sexy you look right now, Angel,” I tell her, leaning forward and taking a nipple in between my fingers. I tweak it, pinch it and tug it, loving the way her breathing turns shallow as she spreads her legs wider for me to fit right in. “That’s my girl.”
“Nash, please. I don’t want to be teased. I just need you.” Her eyes drop to my cock, pointing straight at her.
“Oh baby, but you don’t know how badly you were teasing me tonight? You weren’t a good girl, B. Dancing your little ass up on the bar for everyone to see. Smiling at the cow-fucker as if he was deserving.”
“Jake is nice,” she moans breathless and so fucking turned on I’m ready to come in my hand like a fucking amateur.
The sound that leaves me is dark and warning. “You don’t wanna fuck nice, Angel. If you wanted to, you’d be downstairs in his arms. You’d be in his bed, lying on top of his ironed sheets. His pants neatly folded on the bed beside you as he plays little spoon.”
“Maybe I want nice? It sure as fuck would be better for me.”
My fingers hook into the waistband of her thong, and I slowly drag it down her legs before tossing to the floor beside my jeans. I’ll be adding it to my collection. I take her clit between my thumb and forefinger, pinching it and loving the way she squirms.
“You’re not fooling either of us, baby. You want the real thing. A man who knows what he’s doing, who not only knows how to eat this pretty little pussy like it’s a goddamn fucking five course meal.” Dropping my head and licking a straight line through her lips, her sweet taste on my tongue and the hurried moan she lets out immediately make my cock ache. “You need a man who’s going to fuck you until you can no longer remember your name, let alone anyone else.”
“Are you going to be that man, Nash?” she asks, so fucking timid I don’t want to just fuck her but keep her. Her skirt is now bunched up at her waist, leaving her completely naked in front of me and my fucking God, she is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.
I don’t give her a response, at least not with words. I speak volumes with my tongue, licking and sucking as I feast on the perfect spot between her legs. Setting my hands on either side of her thighs, I hold her in place as my tongue slides back and forth through her wetness.
“Fuck, you taste amazing,” I groan as I move quicker, sucking her swollen nub into my mouth before shoving two fingers inside her and working her with both my mouth and fingers. She’s so fucking tight and it only makes me want her even more. I want to feel her wrap around me, and milk me the way only she would be able to.
“Oh, fuck. That feels so good,” she cries out, her back arching off the mattress as she grinds her face on my tongue, needing more.
“He’d never be able to do this, baby. No one fucking will.”
“Nash, I need to come. Please, baby. I want to come on your tongue.”
Her pleas have me quickening my pace until I can feel the muscles of her pussy contracting as she edges toward her release. But it’s not enough. She’s held back for so long, punished herself now she’s so worked up about coming for me she can’t.
I cup her breast with my free hand, tugging her nipple in between my fingers as my mouth fingers continue to suck her clit. “I’m so close, Nash.”
“Look at me,” I demand, forcing her to open her eyes and meet my heated gaze. Desire burns in the dark pits of her eyes, the blue almost completely shaded by the lust that’s consumed her. Dropping the hand cupping her breast to her waist, I dig my fingers into her skin, positioning her at the perfect angle for my mouth to feast and my fingers inside her to curve, hitting the spot that drives her wild. “Come for me, Angel.”
She does, exploding in a wave of pent-up frustrations and needs. Her sweetness coats my fingers and tongues as I continue to suck, licking up every drop of her from my mouth and fingers. She tastes so fucking good, feels so incredible.
Once her body subsides, I stare at the masterpiece I’ve made. The apex of her thighs, bright red and raw from the roughness of my beard between her legs while her juices coat it completely, make my dick feel like it’s nearly bleeding from how engorged I am. Guiding a finger to her mouth, I push inside, forcing her to taste how perfect she is.
“Taste yourself on me, pretty girl. This is what makes me act like a madman. You taste incredible, you feel even better. So fucking sweet.”
With her fingers threaded in my hair and the last of her climax shattering her body, Bailey tugs my head up to face her, licking a trail over my lips and down my neck. Looking down at the beauty in front of me, I know there’s no way this will ever get any better.
“Just for tonight, Nash. I want to pretend.”
I chuckle deep and so fucking aroused. “Pretend what? You wanna role play, Angel. I knew you were a kinky little freak, B.”
Staring up at me through dark lashes, her usual fight is nearly gone. She’s so gorgeous, naked and perfect, as she watches me with uncertainty. Like she’s nervous I’ll say no. I’m no fucking idiot. I know what she means, but I want her to ask. I want her to beg me for it so I know it’s real.
“Quit it. Don't make me laugh. I’m trying to be sexy.”
Bailey doesn't realize how incredibly sexy she is, and it only adds to the allure. A woman who’s not only confident but secure in her own body is great, and Bailey usually is in front of anybody else. But here with me, I see past the mask she wears for everyone else to see and into every vulnerability. Her fears and insecurities, the fact she doesn't realize what she does to me, it’s sexier than anything I’ve ever witnessed.
“You don’t have to try, Bailey. You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. It’s un-fucking-real how hot you are, how badly I want you.”
“Then pretend with me. Just for one night. I want to know what it would have felt like. How things could have been different if…”
“If what, Angel?”
A flicker of fear flashes in her eyes, but it’s gone just as easily as my fingers move up to her cheeks of their own accord. I tenderly caress her jaw, tracing hearts along her skin, and I know she feels it too. The magnetic energy between us sizzles like we’re about to catch on fire.
“If when I woke up, you had never left.” Her voice cracks and I nearly choke up from the pain I hear in the undertone.
I kiss her, our lips fighting perfectly together as she opens up for me to swipe my tongue inside. “For you I’ll do it, B. I’ll make-believe things could have been different. That they hadn’t ended the way they did. But I’ll ask you the same thing again.”
“What?” she asks, hopelessly awaiting the inevitable. She knows it’s coming, and she’s pretending like she doesn’t care. But I need to make things clear for my sake. If I don’t, I fear I won’t survive this.
“Don’t you dare fall in love, Bailey King.”
She’s stunned silent for a moment but quickly recovers, letting out a soft, fake laugh.
“Stop with the sweet talk, Nash. It’s not what I want. I need your cock inside me, fucking me until I’m screaming your name. I don’t need you to tell me how good I taste. I need you to show me how much you want to fuck me.”
I notch my head to her entrance, loving how fucking wet she is, and coating my cock in her arousal before pushing into her in one deep thrust. “Oh fuck,” she cries out, when I fill her, hating myself for being so rough with her, but also not being able to hold back from how incredible she feels. I bury myself deep inside her, bottoming out before pulling out, only to thrust back into her relentlessly.
My lips crash down on hers and I swallow her cries of pleasure, rolling my hips to hit every spot of pleasure I can. She’s so wet, so eager to come again for me and I count my fucking blessings that this woman who was made for me wants me as badly as I want her.
She whimpers into my mouth, my hands moving down to her hips to keep her still so I can hit the spot she’s begging me to hit. “I’ve waited ten years for this exact moment, Angel,” I say between hot and heavy kisses. I hear the sharp intake of breath from the shock of my words, but it’s nothing but the truth. “I dreamt of you, of once again being inside of you for so long. I could have never imagined it would feel this good.”
“I hate you.”
I choke out a laugh as I thrust relentlessly into her, bringing her once again to the edge of another mind blowing orgasm. “Better that than loving me.”
“Nash, fuck I’m coming.” I swallow her cries of pleasure as her orgasm rips through her. She’s writhing beneath me, pulsing around my cock in the most perfect way.
“Fuck Bailey, you feel so incredible. I need to come inside you,” I tell her, panic flooding her as she realizes we forgot a condom. I don’t know what the hell came over me. I never forget to wrap up, but I was so desperate to be inside her, to feel every inch of her against my skin, I didn’t care about the consequences.
“I’m on the pill.”
“I’m clean,” I assure her, relief immediately washing over her expression.
“Please Nash, I want you to come inside me.”
I’ve never heard such beautiful words, never felt the extent of what they did to me. Coming inside of Bailey is going to ruin me, but I can’t get myself to stop. I need to come inside her more than I need to breathe, to exist. In three deep thrusts, my balls tighten, hot, thick cum shooting out of me and filling her to the brim. My orgasm shakes through me as my cock pushes to the hilt inside her, her pulsing muscles milking every drop from me.
Once I’m spent, I collapse on her, my dick still warm and way too fucking comfortable and familiar inside her. Bailey King is not meant to be mine, yet I’m claiming her, and there’s no way I’m ever letting her go.