Chapter 39
Wes
I can tell Bailey needs this. She needs this just as badly as I do.
I’m doing my best to not show how uncomfortable I am being here because I want to do this.
I know how hard this is for her, and I want to be here for her if she needs me.
Just like the plane ride, I tried to hide how uncomfortable I was.
I’m not afraid of flying. I just don’t like other people flying for me.
But she knew what I needed. She got me talking and surprisingly, it made me feel better. She makes everything feel better for me lately. Now it’s my turn to do the same for her.
Not that it’s a hardship to be down here with my face buried in her delicious pussy. My leg hates the position, but I can handle the discomfort while knowing I’m making Bailey feel good. Giving her what she needs trumps anything I could be feeling right now.
That’s how I know I’ve fallen so far for this woman, there’s no going back. But she might not feel the same. These feelings are so unfamiliar, so overwhelming, I can’t bring myself to say them out loud. But I feel something, and I have for so long. And they’re only getting stronger.
Especially right now as my tongue is buried in her. She’s got her hands fisted in my hair, roughly trying to keep me exactly where she wants me. I groan against her, and I know she loves the vibration it sends through her body.
“You’re going to soak my face, Angel, and after that I’m going to fuck you nice and hard just like you need.”
She moans, and I know she likes the sound of it.
Especially because she starts rubbing herself even harder against my mouth.
But I know she needs more. That’s why I push a finger in, curling it to find that spot she likes.
It barely takes any time at all with my tongue flicking her clit and my finger fucking her before she’s detonating.
She throws her hand over her mouth to muffle her screams. I’m annoyed at the move, but the tiny rational part of my brain that is still functioning knows she did the right thing.
As soon as she’s come down from her release, I stand up, keeping one hand on the thigh I just lowered from my shoulder. I guide it around my hip instead. I know she’s ready, I’ve known for a while so I don’t waste another second. I angle myself at her entrance and push in.
She gasps at the sudden pressure, and I drop my forehead to hers. “I know, baby, you’re doing so well. You always do so well for me.”
She melts at the praise, and I keep that in mind. She’s always fighting back. She loves to be challenged and to give as good as she takes. But right now, she just wants to feel good, and I can give her that, happily.
I push in to the hilt, burying myself in her warmth with a groan. I capture her mouth with my own to stifle both our cries while I fuck her steadily. We lose each other in the sensations as our mouths dance together and our hips collide in a desperate rhythm.
The hot water hits my back, and I don’t even think about where we are or what we’re doing. Because nothing else matters except the two of us right now.
“I need another one from you, Angel. Give it to me so I can fill up your pretty pussy with my cum.”
That does her in. Suddenly, she’s clenching around me, already reaching the peak once again. “Atta girl,” I growl against her mouth, fucking her harder through her orgasm. It doesn’t take long before my own takes over as I push in as deep as I can, making sure to fill her just like I said I would.
The water starts to cool, so after I clean her up, we get out and I make sure to wrap her in one of the large towels. She looks around the bathroom like she’s actually seeing it for the first time.
“Damn, I never thought of Brent having a place this nice,” she mumbles.
I don’t know how to respond to that and she seems like she’s talking to herself more than me anyway.
After we get dressed again, I check in on what she wants to do.
“Are you wanting to see everyone, or stay up here for a little longer?”
Bailey sighs. “I want to stay up here, but I know we should see everyone. You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”
I step closer to her. “I’ll be wherever you are.”
Her breath catches, but she nods. “Okay, let’s go down there then.”
I stick close to Bailey’s side as we make our way downstairs and there’s now several more people in the large living room than there was before.
“There you are. I was convinced you were going to hide the rest of the day,” Bailey’s sister, Brynn, teases and I bite back a smile. Even though they haven’t seen each other in so long, she clearly still knows her.
“I thought about it,” Bailey grumbles as we reach the bottom of the stairs.
“This is my husband, Colton. If he gives you shit, feel free to smack him upside the head,” Brynn says to us both.
“I’m perfectly nice,” Colton retorts, stretching his hand out toward us both.
I take it firmly. He’s a big guy. All of the men here are, which isn’t surprising since they’re all hockey players.
Normally, I stick out in any place I go since I’m usually the biggest in the room, but here I feel like I fit in a little more.
This has a different sense of calm wash over me.
“Oh, so it’s opposite day?” Brynn looks at her husband with narrowed eyes. The move reminds me so much of Bailey. I want to laugh and call her out, but this isn’t the time.
Colton wraps his arm around Brynn’s shoulders and pulls her into him with a forced smile. “These Collee girls are something else, aren’t they?” he teases.
I look at Bailey, who’s surveying the other people in the room. “Yes, they really are.”
“Come on. You can meet everyone.” Brynn breaks away from Colton’s hold, grabbing Bailey’s hand and pulling her further into the living room.
I follow slowly and Colton sticks next to me. “Brynn is so happy Bailey decided to come. She’s missed her a lot.”
I just nod, knowing how hard this was for Bailey. I hope seeing how happy her siblings are to see her will make it all worth it.
“This is Chandler’s second partner, Vince,” I hear Brynn introduce, motioning to the guy lounging on the couch with Evie sitting on his lap. He gives a small wave. “And this is partner number three, Matt.”
“Wait, why am I number three?” the guy, Matt, huffs.
“Because you pissed me off earlier,” Brynn deadpans.
“How? You weren’t even here before I went to practice.”
“I don’t always need a reason.”
“What do you mean? Of course you need a reason—”
“Watch it, McQuaid,” Colton snaps, stepping up behind Brynn.
“I didn’t even do anything.” Matt throws his arms up and drops them back down.
“Just let it go,” Chandler says, placating him with a light tap to his chest walking by on her way to check on her daughter as she laughs with Vince.
I can tell this is all too much for Bailey.
She’s quiet, just watching it happen. It’s a lot for me too, but my entire focus is on her and what she needs.
I can’t even think about myself at this moment.
That’s how I end up stepping closer to her, not touching because I don’t think she wants that.
But just close enough that she knows I’m here.
“So, how did you two meet?” Brent asks. It takes me a second to realize he’s talking to us, and looking directly at me.
I freeze because they don’t need to know the real story, but we didn’t exactly come up with a fake one either.
“We’re neighbors,” Bailey answers and I nod in agreement.
“How long have you been together?” Brynn chimes in.
This time, the question has us both freezing.
“Come on. You guys don’t need to bombard them right away,” Chandler speaks up, and I decide she’s the most rational one here.
“Sit down. Why are you just standing around?” Brynn asks and that’s when I realize we’re the only two still standing.
There’s plenty of seating options, but everything feels so awkward. How close does Bailey want me? Where does she want to be? I’m used to my very simple, straightforward life and being here is anything but.
Bailey settles on a small couch section, and when she gives me a look—silently telling me doesn’t want me far—I sit next to her.
It takes a minute before the conversations start up around us again in a way that feels natural.
I can tell how close this group is with each other.
They all so easily give each other shit, and take it in stride.
I see how the guy’s are with Evie and it’s evident they all love her like their own.
“Who’s ready for some dinner?” Chandler asks, pushing herself up off the couch, but Brent guides her back down.
“You stay, we got this.”
“Got what? Ordering pizza?”
“Precisely.” He smiles at her and she shakes her head.
“Pizza sounds great to me,” Bailey announces, and I’m quick to agree.
“So, Wes, what do you do?” Colton asks.
I clear my throat, and can tell Bailey gets nervous that I’m about to talk about myself.
“I’m a Veteran and just do some volunteer work right now,” I answered simply.
“Oh shit, you are? What branch? What did you do?” Colton rapid fires questions.
“Army. I was an Apache pilot.”
“That’s so fucking cool. Are you trained in combat and shit?”
“Colton!” Brynn exclaims, throwing her hand over his mouth. “I’m sorry, I’ve been trying to teach him how to talk to people, but he never learns.”
“That’s okay.” I try to keep my voice light, attempting not to think too much about the negative from that time. “Yes I am.”
Colton pulls Brynn’s hand from his mouth. “How long do you think it would take you to take us all out?”
“A group of hockey players?” I look at the four other men and smirk. “Seven seconds.”
He laughs and they all join in with him while I chuckle with my half joke. It feels nice to not be completely serious. It feels good to just let go for a minute.
The rest of the night goes by easily. There’s a lightness around us and as the sun goes down, the large Christmas tree set up in front of the floor to ceiling windows looking out to the Denver mountain landscape lights up.
Even as we all eat pizza and sit around telling stories that aren’t too deep, I learn a little more about all these new people.
I mostly learned how close this group is.
Not just because all the guys have played on the same hockey team for years, either, but because they’ve created their own family.
Their own chosen family. That’s something I never really even considered as a possibility.
Seeing them and seeing how happy they all are makes me feel like maybe living how I have—closed off to everyone—wasn’t my only option.
Especially with Bailey sitting next to me. She’s scooted closer without either of us noticing. I’ve gotten more comfortable and more relaxed, draping my arm around the back of the couch around her.
It’s simple. Easy. Even with the chaos, it is oddly peaceful.
When it gets late, and the exhaustion hits, we don’t even think twice about going upstairs to go to bed together.
For the first time. Even though I’m nervous, I refuse to show it.
I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep, or what I may do when I inevitably have nightmares.
Any small hesitation I have about the situation flies out the window as soon as Bailey speaks.
“If you’re uncomfortable I can go sleep on the couch or something,” she offers, not looking at me as she changes.
“Fuck no,” I snap immediately. “If I had a problem, then I would be the one sleeping on the couch. But I don’t.”
She looks at me skeptically.
“Get into bed, Angel,” I commanded, pulling my shirt off with one hand behind my neck.
She settles into the large bed and after I push my pants off, I climb in on the other side, keeping my distance from her.
Neither of us says anything, even as I turn off the light. She shuffles around in the blankets, and I lay facing the ceiling like I do every single night.
“Wes?” Bailey whispers into the darkness.
“Yeah?”
“Are you going to kiss me goodnight?”
I take that as the permission it is to roll over and move closer to her. Leaning over her, I hold myself up with my hands resting on either side of her head. Dipping my head down, I whisper right before my lips touch hers, “Goodnight, Bailey.”