Chapter 23
Twenty-Three
Bailey
M y phone lights up, and I smile as I see Knox’s messages. The screen is obnoxiously bright to my still-adjusting eyes, but it’s the first thing I want to check when I wake up each morning.
Good morning gorgeous
Missing you
We’ve gotten into a ritual of texting each other ‘Good morning’ and ‘Good night’ every single day, me always calling him handsome and me beautiful. These past few weeks getting to know each other have been magical, and it starts to sink in just how deeply I’m falling in love with him.
How deeply I’ve fallen in love with him.
And the pull between us, the one he’s been saying he could feel all along, has only been getting stronger each day.
I realize that I need to give in to whatever this is. I trust Knox completely. He’s been a gentleman and more than patient with me. I need him to know I feel the same, even if the thought terrifies me.
Good morning handsome
Busy today?
It’s a bit of work, but not much. Would love to see you
I’d love to see you too. Can I come over someday soon?
What about Saturday?
Yeah, Saturday works.
Sweet :)
It’s a date
Saturday comes. I head to Knox’s house, my heart caught in my throat the entire drive. I’ve memorized the way to his place from mine. The winding backroads get me there in record time. He’s raking leaves out front when I get there, his face lighting up when he sees me.
“Hey,” he says, taking my hands in his mine after I shut my car door. “How was the drive?” He pecks my lips, and I immediately want him to kiss me a thousand more times.
“It was good,” I say. “Coffee?”
“Sure, let’s go inside.” He takes my hand and leads me into his place. I love how it smells; scents of pine and freshly cut wood fill the air. The smell of coffee soon joins them as Knox brews us a pot and pours me a cup.
“Here you go,” he says, handing me a mug as we settle on his couch.
“Thanks,” I say, letting the mug warm my hands. “Hey, there’s a reason I wanted to come over today. ”
“Oh?” he says, slurping his coffee as he stares at me over his mug. “Other than that, I’m awesome, and you missed me?”
I laugh. “I mean, facts, but those aren’t the only reasons.”
“Alright,” he says, looking curious. “What’s up?”
I set my coffee down and scoot closer to him on the couch. He sets his mug down, his gray eyes mesmerizing as I sit there and stare at him. “I … I needed to tell you something.”
He takes my hands in his and squeezes, his hands warming me more than the coffee. “You know you can always tell me anything, Bailey.”
I smile. “I know. I … I want you to know that I think I’ve fallen in love with you, Knox Roffe.”
He stares at me a moment, eyes fixed on mine. The anticipation of what he might say kills me, but he doesn’t answer. Instead he leans forward, planting the softest of kisses on my lips. “I love you too, Bailey Dennis,” he replies, his lips hovering above mine.
I press my mouth against his hard. The way he says my name sends a million shivers down my spine. I let him linger against my lips a while before shoving my hands up into his hair, pulling him harder into the kiss and eliciting a guttural moan from him.
“Can I be your mate?” I ask breathily.
“I thought you’d never ask,” he jokes, “but there’s one problem with that.”
I look at him, eyes wide. “Oh? And what’s that?”
“You already are my mate.”
I squeal with delight as his strong hands slide under my legs and cup my buttocks. He picks me up as though I’m weightless, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carries me off to his bedroom.
He lays me down on the bed, the soft blankets cradling me as he wrestles with the top button of my pants. He stands at the end of the bed as he unzips them and rolls them down my legs, carefully pulling them past my feet and neatly folding them before setting them on his dresser.
His mouth is fire against my thighs, his lips trailing hot kisses up each one as I squirm with need. He hoists my shirt up and kisses my belly and down my mound, my hips elevating off the bed as my body begs for more. He gives me what I need, his mouth finding my sweet spot as he begins licking and sucking. I cry out as his tongue swirls in circles around it, each movement driving me a little closer to the edge.
“Please,” I whimper, “I need you, Knox. I need you … inside.”
His pants are off before I open my eyes. He flips his shirt over his head, the rest of his clothing tossed messily around the room. I look down at his cock, having forgotten how big it was since fooling around at Cassie’s wedding.
He kneels above me on the bed, lowering himself down until I feel the tip of his thick cock teasing and poking at my entrance. My breath ceases as I feel him beginning to part me, his hips moving slowly with care.
He kisses the corner of my mouth as I gasp. “You okay?” he asks.
I nod. “I’m okay. Just go slow.”
“I will,” he says. He kisses along my cheek and down my jawline, eventually kissing along the side of my neck. He feels terrific as he presses his way inside me, the length of him pushing in deeper and deeper as he fills and stretches me.
His mouth finds mine, and he nibbles on my bottom lip, causing me to whimper. I press my hips upward, urging more of him inside. He doesn’t move very fast, but the long, rhythmic strokes of his hips and the way his pelvis presses against my clit both send me over the edge.
“Oh, Knox, I’m gonna?—”
“Me too,” he groans. “Fuck, Bailey, I’m coming.”
“Me too,” I cry. “come in me, please, Knox.”
I feel him filling me as my orgasm fires up my every nerve-ending. I scream his name and dig my fingers into his shoulders, realizing I never want to go another day without this.
I never want to go another day without him by my side.