CHAPTER 10
Palmer
I watch Bailey drive away until his taillights fade. Only then do I let out the shaky exhale that has been hiding beneath my false confidence.
I don’t know what it is about Bailey.
Maybe it’s his intense stare that seems to strip me down to my soul, seeing past any sort of armor I might put on.
Maybe it’s the bulging muscles covered by ink or the veiny hands I like to imagine wrapped around my throat.
Or maybe it’s the fact that I know he gets hard for me without having to lay a hand on him.
Whatever it is, the man knows how to get me feeling like a shaken-up pop bottle, just waiting for someone to twist off the top.
“Mouse, come here.”
She trots toward me, her whole body wiggling. I squish her face in my hands, and she responds by swiping her tongue up my cheek.
Laughing, I wipe it away and kiss her nose. “You’re such a sweet girl. Let’s go kennel.”
The two of us walk over to the kennel that Bailey set up.
Mouse hops in, spins a quick circle, and plops down on the plush dog bed inside.
The fact that this is even the same dog I just picked up at the shelter is shocking.
Apparently, all she needed was her own space away from the other dogs and to feel safe, and her personality instantly came out; it was as quick as turning on a light switch.
Weirdly enough, I can relate.
I lock Mouse in her kennel and quickly make my way to my bedroom, locking the door behind me. Even though there’s no one to walk in on me, it feels kind of taboo to do what I’m about to with the door unlocked.
I summon the memory of Bailey’s warm lips against my ear crooning, “I had fun today,” reigniting the burning low in my stomach.
I close my eyes and imagine that, instead of the heat from his breath caressing my skin, his teeth nip at the lobe, then kiss and lick down the sensitive skin of my neck, stopping to rest his tongue against my pulse pounding under my jaw.
He suckles on the spot, moaning, while his hands rove over my body, replacing my own, as they remove my shorts.
I imagine his touch lingering as he slips his fingers beneath the hem of my shirt and his lips roving along the waistband of my pants, following their path as he slides them down my legs.
Opening the drawer on my nightstand, I locate my vibrator, small, red, and shaped like a rose, and place it on top of the table. I lay down in my bed, pulling the comforter over my naked body.
“Now,” I mutter to myself. “Where were we?”
I hold down the power button, and the vibrator buzzes to life.
After slipping my hand under the covers, I lightly scrape my nails over the skin of my breasts, down my stomach and legs, then back up again.
Bailey’s intense gaze fills my memory, scanning over me appreciatively; my body squirms in response.
Settling the toy over my nipple, I close my eyes and pretend it’s Bailey’s mouth. His teeth graze the sensitive bud, and I arch into his touch, a gasp escaping my lips. His teasing laugh taunts me. “So eager, aren’t you?”
I pinch my other nipple between my fingers and moan, my head falling back in a moan. “You like that?”
“Fuck. Yes,” I whisper.
My vibrator continues down my body until it settles between my legs.
Bending my knees, I shift and the buzzing shoot through me like lightning despite being on the lowest setting.
My breathing quickens, responding in turn to the pleasure building in my body.
I hit the button to increase the intensity, and my body stiffens in response, a moan ripping its way from my mouth.
I imagine Bailey between my legs, tongue dragging over my clit slowly—torturously—his eyes fixed on my face, taking in every expression and sound.
A slow smile spreads across his face as the moans come more frequently, and I squirm in his grip.
Instead of stopping, his hands wrap firmly under my legs, grabbing my hips. He pauses for a moment, my arousal shining on his lips and chin, waiting for me to make eye contact with him.
“God, you are so beautiful.”
Bailey dips his head and flicks his tongue over my clit. My hips buck at his touch. He chuckles in response, nipping the skin of my thigh, following it with soft kisses. “You’re going to come for me, Palmer. And you’re going to let me hear you say my name. Do you understand me?”
Eyes closed, panting, I nod. I click my vibrator button two more times, and the pattern changes from the steady vibrations to an alternating pattern of increasing intensity and a prolonged vibration and starting again from the beginning.
In my mind, Bailey wraps his lips around my clit, alternating between lightly sucking and fluttering his tongue then combining the two, bringing me closer and closer to the edge of an orgasm.
“Oh, my god.” I gasp. “I’m going to come.”
Bailey stops abruptly, and I feel my lips curl into a smile as he growls against my sensitive center. His mouth sets upon me with a renewed resolve, moaning as he licks and sucks, taking me out of my mind. My body bucks, arching into his touch, his nails digging into my skin.
The pleasure building in my body swells past a breaking point, and my orgasm spills over.
I cry out Bailey’s name, my eyes clenched shut, the vibrator sucking against my clit. A warm, wet gush surges from between my legs, and I shudder uncontrollably as the orgasm wracks my body, my chest heaving.
I remove the vibrator and click it off. Fuck, it’s been a long time since I’ve come like that.
Actually… have I ever come like that?
My brain can’t form a coherent enough thought to even answer my own question. As I come down from the high, I focus on slowing my breathing. My legs shake uncontrollably, and my swollen pussy throbs. When my heart eventually stops pounding, I’m finally able to open my eyes.
I am acutely aware of how alone I am in my bed. Sitting up, I remove the comforter and look down. My sheets are damp in spots and so are my thighs.
Huh…
Well.
That’s a first. It would explain why the orgasm had felt so different. Because it was. Clay had always said he wanted me to squirt for him, but it had never happened. All it took was the memory of some heavy flirting and imagining a different man fucking me for it to happen.
Not just a different man. Bailey. Imagining Bailey fucking me.
Flopping back on the bed, I exhale deeply and stare at the ceiling: If just the thought of Bailey can do… all of that, I can only imagine what the real deal could do.