Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
BAYLOR
I’m hard as nails. Her hand on my cock doesn’t help. Even if it’s through my jeans, I know what her fingers feel like wrapped around me there, so my imagination doesn’t have to go too far.
I want this badly.
I just know we need a different system because I’m going to be bone fucking tired tomorrow at the ranch, and I have a long day of fence mending and a house to work on. Two fucking full-time jobs, it seems, and then there’s her.
Emily Brown
She’s a full-time job, too, but the best kind.
“Let’s go inside. We’ll discuss schedules after.”
“After?” she breathes.
Fuck, she undoes me just by looking at me. Add in whispering, panting, and the noises she makes when she’s about to come, and my entire body hums. She does that to me. Her—Emily.
“After I make you come, Em.”
Her fingers curl around my hard dick through my jeans, squeezing firmly, but she doesn’t hurt me. She just makes me even more edgy. I could come right now. I’m ready to fuck her against this door.
“Open the door. Let’s go inside.”
Her breath comes out slowly, trembling, and she shifts her attention back to the door lock, her hand falling from my cock. A few moments later, the door is open, and we both step through.
Closing it behind me, I flip the dead bolt in place, securing us inside her apartment. Emily looks dead on her feet, and I know I should probably just tuck her into bed and rub her feet or some shit, but I’m selfish, and I’m not that nice.
Taking a step toward her, then another, I scoop her into my arms. Sliding my arm beneath her knees and the other around her back, I pick her up and carry her straight to her bedroom. Emily wraps her arms around my shoulders, touching her lips to the side of my throat as I slip into the room.
“I should take a shower. I’m gross from working all night,” she murmurs against my skin.
I hum, knowing she’s probably right. I know I love taking a hot shower after a long day of work, but I don’t think I can let her go into that other room. I want to be inside her as soon as humanly possible.
Laying her down on the bed, her head against the pillow, I climb on top of her. My body doesn’t touch hers, though. I hover above her, my eyes searching hers, my forearms on the mattress beside her head.
“We can shower after.”
“That kind of defeats the point of the shower.”
“Not the way I look at it,” I state. “I’ll eat your cunt later, but right now, we’re going to fuck, then wash.”
“Baylor,” she breathes.
I shift my face closer, my lips touch hers, and I close my eyes. Tasting her, I slip my tongue inside, swirling it with her own. Sliding one of my hands down her side, I shift it to the button of her jeans, popping it almost instantly.
I drive my hand inside her pants, slide my fingers through her folds, feeling her wet cunt. She lifts her hips, meeting my fingers’ strokes. Ripping my mouth from hers, I decide that I can’t wait a second longer.
Slipping my hand from her pants, I look down into her eyes. She doesn’t speak. Instead, I feel her shimmying and shifting beneath me. She’s taking her pants off.
“I need you, Baylor.”
“I want you, Emily.”
I need her, too, but my want outweighs my need right now. I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing, and I don’t think I care. Her hands move around my belt. She unbuckles me, and then it’s my turn to shove my pants down before she wraps her fingers around my cock and guides me toward her center.
What else can I do but oblige her?
I do.
And it’s fucking amazing—tight, warm, soft, and sweet perfection.
EMILY
Slamming my fists down on the mattress, I lift my hips and shake my head from side to side as my body climbs toward my release. I’m almost there. So close, standing at the edge and ready to fall over.
The feel of his tongue against my clit is so good… the best.
He’s magical.
I’m convinced.
And for whatever reason, he wants to impart that magic to me.
I’ll take it.
Accept it.
Welcome it, even.
Gripping the sheets with my fingers, I hold on to the cotton fabric so tightly that I know my knuckles are likely white, but I can’t let go. I am so close. I can feel it building inside me, on the edge of bubbling over. I’m going to come, and it’s going to be amazing.
Warmth fills my belly as I allow my orgasm to slide through me. It flows through my belly and my body, through my veins like warm honey. I moan, the sound vibrating even in my own ears.
My hands release the sheets and glide through the strands of Baylor’s hair between my legs. I grip him there, holding him close to me as I continue to roll my hips against his face. It’s shameless, I know, but I can’t seem to find the shame. I don’t care if he knows how good it feels.
Especially since he’s the first man to do this to me—or for me, however you want to look at it.
The boy I lost my virginity to was just as inexperienced as I was.
We explored, but mostly just with fingers before the real deal.
Beckett never did this. He was more of a hurry-up-and-find-his-release-then-go-away kind of guy.
Baylor likes to take his time, and I am grateful for it. I didn’t realize other parts of sex could feel this good. When I finally catch my breath from my release, he touches his lips to my lower belly as he shifts up my body, kissing his way up, and every single inch makes me feel cherished.
He probably doesn’t even realize he makes me feel this way. I’m also more than likely reading far too much into all of this, but I can’t help myself. I’m falling in love with him. Baylor Cooper is everything I’ve ever wanted but also everything I can’t have.
As much as I want to keep him, I know what we’re doing here is only temporary—that nobody else can know and it is crucial that we keep it a secret—but right now, when I’m with him like this, I decide to pretend it’s real.
Which is probably going to be my downfall.
My racing thoughts vanish when his lips touch mine. At the same time, he sinks deep inside me. His fingers grip the sides of my thighs, adjusting them to give his hips more room. I don’t know how we can even do this again.
I’ve never had so much sex in my life. I’ve never been so sore—and I’ve never been happier, either.
I’m feeling things I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself.
As he moves inside me, my eyes find his, and I hold his gaze.
His hips roll, his pelvis grinding against my already overly sensitive clit.
I press my lips together, trying to keep from crying out, but I decide that it doesn’t matter because nobody is here to hear it anyway.
So I cry out.
My nails dig into his shoulders, gripping him there, holding on to him, keeping him close to me. I ache to feel his weight against me. I want to be breathless in every way possible.
“Emily,” he groans.
There couldn’t be a sweeter sound in the entire world.
Baylor proves me wrong. Because he fucks me, keeping his rhythm perfect and even until he comes. And when he does, a soft roll of ecstasy slides throughout my entire body. Like sweet maple syrup, not as thick as honey, but still so damn sweet.
He comes. His moan fills the room, bouncing off my crappy walls, and then he slams his mouth against mine. Kissing me, consuming me, and in my dreams… loving me.