“Make me come.”
With a growl, I spun her to her back, laying her out on the couch. Hitching her leg up around my thigh, I slammed my cock inside her. Those beautiful blues rolled back in her head with every punch of my hips.
“Eyes on me, Bailey.”
They fluttered, but she was so lost in pleasure, she didn’t listen.
Sliding my hand over her pussy, I thumbed her clit. “Eyes on me,” I snapped. “Keep your fucking eyes on me.”
She finally peeled them open. Those lust-filled eyes locked on mine as I drove into her again and again. But I wasn’t close enough. I hauled her up in my arms, holding her to me as I punched my hips up, driving myself into her over and over again as she cried out.
Nails clawed at my back, and then her teeth bit down on my ear, and I was lost.
The world blackened around me as I spilled my cum inside her asshe quaked in my arms. Panting hard, I held her to me, strumming my fingers up and down her back as my heart continued to hammer painfully in my chest.
Never in all my life did I imagine anything could be as amazing as what I just experienced with Bailey.
And she waited for me.
After all these years—years I spent worrying about my own shit, about the farm, about getting my life in order—and she had waited. She knew I was coming for her one day, and she only wanted to be mine.
I knew it deep in my soul. I didn’t need to hear the words to know exactly why she waited for me.
Because she knew when it finally happened, I would be hers for the rest of our lives.
10
BAILEY
Sipping on red wine,I picked at leftover vegetables as I sat on the couch with Liam while he finally ate his dinner.
“You didn’t tell me.”
I quirked an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to push me on this. “You haven’t told me,” I countered.
“Yeah, but?—”
“But what? Should I have confessed to you in the heat of the moment? Or maybe I should have said something while you were cooking dinner. Would that have made things better?”
“I had a right to know,” he growled, shoving another bite of steak into his mouth.
“And now you do.”
Taking a sip of wine, I refused to acknowledge my little confession that I hadn’t made. It didn’t matter. Yes, I had waited for him.
Not exactly on purpose, but I just hadn’t met anyone else I felt a connection with.
Which reminded me of what I had led Cheyenne to believe, and how pissed she would be if she ever found out. Not that I had to worry about Liam saying anything.
“Bailey,” he growled.
Rolling my eyes, I shot him an irritated look. “What?”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I didn’t want you thinking that I was pining after you for all these years, waiting for you to make a move! I mean, obviously, I was, but that’s not why I hadn’t slept with anyone else.”
His eyes gleamed with the knowledge that I had been waiting for him, but he already knew that. He just liked hearing me say it.
