Bailey huffed. “Don’t be an idiot. We can share the bed. Don’t worry. I won’t attack you. You’re safe with me. Besides, that couch is too short, and it’s lumpy as shit.”
I hated that he was right.
“Fine.”
I carried my bag into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and changed into a T-shirt and briefs. Good thing I’d brought them, because I usually slept naked. When I returned, Bailey had also put clothes on, and I gingerly climbed into bed, making sure I kept a wide space between us.
“It’s okay,” Bailey sneered. You’ve made it pretty fucking obvious you’re not interested anymore. I don’t go where I’m not wanted.” He shut the light.
Unable to sleep, I lay staring at the ceiling, listening to Bailey breathing next to me.
“Just curious,” he said, and I couldn’t help my lips kicking up in a grin. I knew he wasn’t asleep. The man wasn’t wired to sit still and let things lie.
“About?” I asked.
“What did I do that turned you off? And don’t worry about my feelings. I won’t be insulted.”
Was he serious? For this conversation, I had to turn the light on and see his face.
“Ow, why’d you do that?” He rubbed his eyes and glared at me.
“You’re kidding me, right? You know why.”
“If I did, I wouldn’t ask,” he sniped, looking grumpy and…dammit…cute. What the hell? I’d never thought like that about any guy. Hot, yeah. Fuckable, definitely. But cute? No way. Yet there he sat with his hair all messy, and all I could think was…I’d like to kiss that frowning mouth.
“I’ll refresh your memory, then. I showed up at your place last Sunday, and you had someone else upstairs. So I bailed. It’s fine. We’re not a couple. But the least you can do is be honest.”
Bailey threw back the duvet and stormed out of bed to my side. “Honest?” he sputtered. “Yeah. I remember. You basically treated me like shit with your coworker when she spotted us having breakfast. You showed up without letting me know ahead of time and started talking about ice cream. You didn’t even say hello. You just assumed you’d come in, fuck me, and leave.”
I winced at his crass words, but also because…yeah, it was true. Although I wasn’t so sure about the leaving part. I kind of liked waking up with him. But I had to defend myself. “We had plans. I asked if you had someone up there, and you didn’t answer me.”
“You didn’t text or call. You just came over, and when I didn’t jump, you walked away,” he hissed, leaning in, nose to nose with me. “What was I supposed to do?”
Having him so close and riled up excited me. I grabbed his waist and pulled him close. “We’re here now, and I don’t give a damn about any other guy.”
“There is no other guy. Only you.” Bailey’s hot breath hit my cheek, and my lips covered his in a hard, possessive kiss.
Chapter Fourteen
Bailey
I was strong. Really. And I could resist Keston if I wanted to.
But I didn’t want to.
Firm lips fit perfectly to my own. A velvety tongue slid inside and caressed with soft yet demanding strokes. Those strong hands gently drew my T-shirt over my head and tugged my briefs off, releasing my rigid cock, which had been half-hard since Keston had slipped under the covers beside me.
Questioning eyes met mine, and I nodded, knees trembling as his wet mouth engulfed the length of my aching dick. My fingers dug into his muscular shoulders, holding on as he sucked me to oblivion. Thunder and lightning boomed and crackled as rain lashed against the window.
“Keston,” I moaned, trying not to cry out, but failing miserably at the touch of his flickering tongue licking and teasing me. My hips rocked, but he held me firmly, his blunt nails scraping along the cleft of my ass before he entered my hole. “Fuck, what’re you doing to me?”
He continued to tease, keeping me on the edge, the thrust of his thumb matching the pull of my passage until I couldn’t keep the wildness from blowing me apart and I came, a red haze bursting behind my eyes, blinding me. When I came to, Kestonwas watching me, and I jumped him, noting the delicious-looking bulge in his briefs.
“Come to papa,” I crooned and peeled the briefs away, revealing his gorgeous, thick cock. “Mmm,” I sighed, taking him fully, drowning in his scent. Who the hell was I kidding? I craved this man as if I were lost in the desert and he were my oasis. But Keston was no mirage. He was a living, breathing man, and at the moment, all mine.
I sucked him hard, drawing him deep to the back of my throat. I grasped him and used my hands and lips on him, loving how he tore at the sheets and fell apart underneath me. Warm come filled my mouth, and I swallowed it all. I joined him in the bed, lying next to him. Keston’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his eyes were closed, but I knew he was still awake, and I had something to say.
“There was never anyone else upstairs in my apartment. Not then. Not now. Not after my first time with you.”
