Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
BAYLOR
Gripping her hips, I pull her backward along my cock, burying myself deep inside her wet heat. Once I’m balls deep inside her, I hold her there, keeping her body still as my eyes slide closed.
I want to fuck her—hard. I also want this to last longer than two seconds, so there won’t be any hard fucking, because if I do that, I’ll come in less than two seconds. I’m that worked up.
She pushes her hips back slightly, causing a groan to crawl up my throat and escape.
Gripping her hips tighter, I try to keep her still, but I’m about to lose control.
Ready to move, to feel her tight wet heat as I slide in and out of her sweet body.
I don’t know how much longer I can hold on to my control. It’s about to completely break.
I slide one of my hands from her hip, my fingers shifting to the back of her spine before they dance up the center. Burying my fingers in her hair, I curl my fingers around the strands and grip them tightly.
“Baylor,” she moans as I pull her head back, forcing her neck to arch so I can look into her eyes. Her lips are parted, and her nostrils are flared as she looks up at me.
“Emily,” I grind out.
It’s taking every ounce of self-control I have inside me to keep from moving right now. Every second that passes, a bit of that self-control slips farther away from me. My fingers dig into the flesh of her hip, keeping her still.
“Please,” she breathes. “Please.”
Releasing her hip, I slide my fingers around, finding her clit, and I begin to draw circles there. Her eyes slide closed, and she begins to rock against my fingers.
Yeah. Control. Snapped.
My fingers grip her hair tighter as my hips begin to move. “Look at me,” I demand through gritted teeth.
Slowly, her eyes open. She moves her hips, grinding her clit against my fingers as much as she can, but I’ve got her fairly immobile in this position. I move in and out of her body, feeling her pussy grow wetter and wetter with each thrust.
She trembles, her wetness sliding down my cock, coating my balls, and I know she’s close. So damn close. But she can’t come yet. I want to look into her eyes when she does. I want to watch her and feel her cunt strangle my dick all at the same time.
“Are you going to come for me, Em?”
I’m on edge, my back tingling, my balls drawing up, and I know I’m close. She’s got to get there, and fucking fast.
“I want to feel you, Em. Come all over me,” I grind out through my clenched teeth.
She isn’t even able to respond to me. She can’t, because that’s the moment she comes. Hard. Her pussy clamps down around me, drawing out my own orgasm without warning. A roar escapes my throat, bouncing off the walls around us.
The muscles in her body tense. Mine do the same before they finally give out. Her arms collapse, and then I release her hair and reluctantly slide out of her body, rolling onto my back.
EMILY
That was the best sex I think I’ve ever had. I didn’t think it could get better with Baylor, but it seems to every single time. A wave of sadness washes over me, quickly taking away any sense of happiness I felt just moments ago.
The cloud of my orgasm is gone, and the reality that this was the last time hangs over my head. Sucking in a breath, I close my eyes and try not to panic. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to go on with my daily life here in Granite Falls without him.
I start to ask him if he’s sure we can’t just keep this a secret forever, but decide against it. I think I’ve been plenty desperate for far too long. So, in an effort to attempt to protect what little dignity I have, I don’t say anything.
But when he gathers me in his arms and pulls me across the bed, it makes it really hard to believe that this is over. When my body crashes into the side of his warm, strong, muscular one, all I can do is think about being here again, and again, and again.
“Now we can talk,” Baylor announces.
“We can?”
I don’t think I want to.
My heart slams against my chest, and I wonder if he can feel it against his side. I’m pretty sure I can hear it; it’s so loud. I hold my breath for a moment, tipping my head back to look up into his eyes as I wait.
When his eyes shift down to meet mine, I watch as his lips curve up into a smile. It’s not just a smile. It’s the smile. It’s crooked and sexy, causing little wrinkles here and there, but I don’t even really see them because all I can see is him.
The man I’ve fallen in love with.
The man whom I absolutely should not have fallen in love with.
And yet, here I am, beyond smitten with him.
“I want you, Emily.”
I stare at him, no doubt my face showing the exact emotion I’m feeling right now, which is confusion. Complete and utter confusion, because how can he say that when he’s just had me… deliciously at that.
He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, sucking in some air, and my heart beats harder, which I didn’t think was even possible.
His arms wrap around me a little tighter, my body pressing against his so hard that I wonder if we’ll become one person at some point…
and hoping that we do because then it will never be over.
I’ll forever be a part of him.
He clears his throat, then one of his arms releases his hold around my back and slides down my spine before his hand finds purchase on my ass. His fingers spread, and he grips me there, taking an entire handful.
“I talked to Maisie,” he whispers.
I’m not sure if my heart can take any more. It slams so hard against my chest that I know without a doubt he can feel it beating. He doesn’t say anything about my heart, even though I’m sure he can see just how freaked out I am right now.
“It’s okay,” he murmurs. “I wasn’t going to tell her anything, but she wasn’t going to let it go.”
I could see that about Maisie. She’s sweet and quiet, but she’s also tenacious and beautiful.
So beautiful. I’ve always been envious of her—even in school.
Everyone loved Maisie. I don’t know what I thought I was doing trying to compete for Beckett with her, and the joke of it all was that it was never even a competition.
Beckett Cooper was always supposed to be with Maisie.
“She doesn’t hate me?”
He shakes his head once. “Not at all. She’s the one who told me to come here, come to you.”
I’m not sure how I feel about that. “You weren’t going to come here without her urging,” I whisper.
I meant to think the words, but they came out without my even thinking about it. I want to put them back in and swallow them down because they weren’t necessarily nice, but they were true, and when he winces, I know they were.
Pain slices through my stomach.
I’m not sure I want to know his reasoning or hear what he has to say. I don’t think I want to know what he’s thinking right now. I want to go back to five minutes ago when all he had told me was that Maisie was okay with us being together.
“Emily,” he says, his voice deep and rough. It slides throughout me. I don’t know how it’s supposed to make me feel, but I’m pretty sure it’s not turned on. “I’m claiming you. It doesn’t matter how it came about, but I am claiming you. I love you.”