44. Bailey
Bailey
T he porch lights on the house illuminated all of the bright smiles around me as everyone relaxed at the long table after the best birthday party Lettie’s seen in her twenty-four years. At least, it better be. I put it together, after all.
I could hear Lettie in my head now. “Stop stroking your ego.”
I would if she was stroking something else.
I shook the thoughts from my head as Brandy came back outside without Lettie. They’d headed in over ten minutes ago. Something about having to pee together?
I’d never understand women.
As Brandy passed behind me, I leaned back in my chair. “Where’d Lettie run off to?”
She made a motion like she was zipping her lips and throwing away the key as she resumed her spot between Callan and Lennon.
Reed was opposite the table of her, but pretended like he didn’t notice when she sat back down as he spoke to my father about some horseshoeing shit I couldn’t begin to comprehend.
Sliding the chair a few inches back, I mumbled to my mom that I’d be right back, yet I didn’t think she heard me as her and Charlotte had been lost in a gossip hole ever since we sat down.
Heading inside, I slid the slider closed behind me and took in the mess. I’d cleaned the cake off the ground earlier, per Lettie’s request, but there were wrappers and napkins all over the table, bowls and plates stacked near the sink, and party hats littering the ground.
Figuring it would be nice to clean the Bronsons’ house since I’d been the one to bring the chaos here, I got to work.
I started with the trash, grabbing a plastic bag from under the sink.
Once that was taken care of, I loaded the dishwasher, packed any leftovers into containers and set them in the fridge, and folded the table cloth.
I scanned the room, satisfied with the quick clean.
I wasn’t sure where Lettie was right now, but I had the strongest feeling that if I checked the barn, she’d be there.
I’d told her to leave the work for tomorrow, but I saw that rebellious glint in her eyes.
She had things she wanted to get done, and she wouldn’t let me get in the way of it.
She was stubborn in all aspects of the word, a force to be reckoned with.
If Lettie was a bear, I’d be right there poking her despite all the warning signs.
Even a neon flashing light that said “beware, broken hearts possible” wouldn’t have kept me away.
Hell, I pined after her even after she broke my heart the first time.
Nothing would get in my way when it came to Lettie.
I made my way out front, seeing a dim light coming from the barn.
I knew her so well.
She could change her hair, get plastic surgery, botox, you name it, and I’d still know who she was.
My heart called for hers like a damn mate.
Even a pitch black world couldn’t keep me from finding my Huckleberry.
She was my light at the end of every bad day.
Just thoughts of her were enough to keep me alive.
But I’d always want more. Just one more hit. One more kiss. One more taste. I couldn’t get enough of the woman.
Crossing the driveway, I peered inside the door to the barn, finding her crouched by a stall, screwing in a name card with Zach Bryan playing on her phone lying next to her on the ground.
Between the sound of the drill and “I Remember Everything” blasting through the tiny speaker, she didn’t hear me when I slowly came up behind her, bending down until my mouth was inches from her ear.
As soon as her finger eased off the drill, I said, “Working on your birthday, Lettie?”
She shrieked, the drill falling from her hand with a thud. She twisted, slapping at my shoulder. “Bailey! I could have hurt you! ”
“Hurt me?” I straightened as she stood. “Please. You couldn’t hurt a fly.”
She crossed her arms. “I’ll have you know, I’ve killed plenty of flies.”
“Oh, yeah?” I inched closer until her arms brushed my chest. She dropped them to her sides, angling her head up at me. “I think someone needs to be punished for going against the rules I set.”
She scoffed, but I wasn’t playing around anymore. My hands gripped her hips, spinning her so her front was pressed up against the wood stall, a gasp slipping from her lips. She turned her head so her cheek was pressed up against the metal bars.
My lips brushed her ear as I spoke. “That little move deserves double the punishment, don’t you think?”
My fingers brushed her hair over her shoulder, exposing her rosy cheek. My eyes traced the column of her neck as goosebumps freckled her skin.
“Hmm, Lettie? I didn’t hear an answer.”
“Yes,” she breathed.
I trailed a finger down her spine, tracing the curves of her ass. “Good girl.”
Reaching around her front, I unbuttoned her jeans, sliding the zipper down so my fingers could fit between her panties and the denim material. Even through the cotton, I could feel how soaked she was.
“Always so fucking ready for me, aren’t you, baby?
Your pussy practically begs for me to give you attention like this.
But that’s going to have to wait.” My hand slipped out, instantly going for the hem to yank her pants off, her panties going with.
Before giving her a chance to protest, I landed a slap on her ass, the sound combined with her yelp echoing through the barn.
“That’s for leaving your own birthday party,” I said, the strain in my jeans almost too much.
“What if someone sees?” she asked.
“Baby, nothing could stop me from fucking you in this barn right now.”
She audibly gulped as my hands smoothed over the smooth skin on her ass. God, I was so fucking obsessed with her.
My hand came back, another crack splitting the air. “That’s for coming to the barn when I explicitly told you no working on your birthday.”
This time, her yelp was more of a moan, her teeth clamping down on her bottom lip.
I smoothed over her silky ass again before landing another slap to her opposite cheek. Her hands gripped the bars as she looked over her shoulder at me. “What was that for?”
“For thinking you could get away from me. Now bend over and spread those pretty legs.”
She scooted back, ass in the air, as she kept her grip on the bars of the stall. I made quick work of undoing my belt and sliding my jeans down, my cock springing free from my boxers.
I dragged it up her center, her body jumping as the head rubbed over her bundle of nerves.
Something about the risk of someone seeing us made this hotter than it already was.
Lettie, bent and willing, at my mercy. The amount of times I’d had this fantasy, and now she was before me.
I was tempted to give her another slap just for making me wait five fucking years, but I couldn’t hold back another second.
Lining up with her entrance, I slid in, earning a moan from her as her fingers gripped the bars tighter. My hands grabbed onto her hips, holding her steady as I drew out, watching the wet sheen appear on my length.
I slammed back in, gripping her hips harder as I got lost in the sea that was Lettie. If love was an ocean, I’d drown right here, right now, if only to see her float. Lettie was my first and only priority, in and out of the bedroom.
“Touch yourself, baby. I want to feel your sweet pussy choke my cock when you come.” In response, one hand let go of the bars, reaching between her legs. Immediately, her grip tightened, and I almost came from that alone.
“Fuck, Bailey,” she moaned. My name on her lips while I was inside her was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever heard.
“You like when I fuck you like this?”
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice rising in pitch as she got closer to the edge. I could feel it building, feel the pressure from inside of her. I picked up my pace, my cock repeatedly hitting that sweet spot.
“You gonna come, Lettie?”
She shook her head.
“What do you need, baby? Tell me. ”
She hesitated, her teeth gnawing on her bottom lip before saying, “I need you on top.”
Wasting no time, I pulled her down to the ground and came down with her, hovering over her as I slid back in. Her head flew back, her body arching in response. “Fuck, yes. Just like that.”
Satisfaction rolled through me as I resumed my pace.
In seconds, she got silent, then it was like she exploded, her body unable to hold back the tremors as her orgasm rippled through her.
I rode it out, bending down to kiss her neck as she screamed, her hands grabbing at my hair, my back, my ass.
It was like she was reaching for a tether to keep her in this world as her orgasm threatened to pull her under.
Her pussy clenched my cock, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. My head felt like it was underwater as I spilled into her, my body stiffening with my release. My forehead pressed against her shoulder as I emptied myself, pleasure surging through me like energy through a power circuit.
This was heaven. It had to be.
Lettie had taken my life, and I didn’t want to go any other way. My true love’s kiss was poison, and I didn’t want the antidote.
Lettie’s hands found my cheeks and pulled my head up, her eyes staring into mine.
“I love you,” she whispered.
A smile crested my mouth. “Say it again.”
Her blue eyes shone like the sun reflecting off ocean waves. “ I love you.”
I brought my lips down to hers, brushing a faint kiss to her mouth. “I love you, too, Huckleberry.”