We’re meeting up in a while so in the meantime I’m working on the bookshelves upstairs, being productive and killing time.
“I need to go to the library,” Bailey says, coming down the hall. “Get on my computer and find out everything there is to know about Alta.”
“Joel’s already been doin’ that,” I tell her.
She deflates. “Oh.”
My girl. Looking to help however she can.
“You’re already helping, baby. If not for you discovering those plants, we’d be sitting ducks.”
“That was by accident, not because I tried. I want to help. If I can do more, I will always do more.”
I kiss her. “I know. I love that about you. We’re cooking up a plan.”
“Let me know how I can help.”
“Absolutely not.”
Her mouth drops open.
“My job to protect you, Bay,” I tell her. “When we go after her, someone will be watching you, Ivy, Amie, and Stacy.”
Her face contorts like I’m holding that shit sandwich under her nose again. It’s been a minute, but I don’t miss this expression.
She puts both hands on her hips. She’s about to get sassy with me.
Signs are pointing to me likingthisstance. Because I’m instantly hard.
I grab her and pull her to me. Her expression changes when she feels my cock poking her in the belly.
I just found a better way to kill time.
I spin her around, grab her hands and press her palms to the banister.
“Gonna fuck you hard and fast, Bailey. Hang on.”
I lift her dress, rip her underwear down and once they hit the floor, I nudge her feet apart while freeing my cock from my jeans.
She trembles. She’s breathing hard. And she’s wet for me. I bite gently into her neck at her mate mark while thrusting up into her tight, perfect heat.
“Mm. Dresses are my second favorite thing you wear.”
Her head falls back against my shoulder. She grips the banister tighter.
“Wh-what’s the number one?” she pants. “Mm. Ah!”
“My flannel shirts,” I say.
“This might be my new favorite position,” she tells me.
“What was your favorite before this?” I pick up pace, feeling the sensations climb higher and higher. My knot’s about to join the party.
“It changes every time,” she says and whimpers.
Laughing deviously, deciding I’ll have to keep getting creative, I reach around and begin circling her clit with one hand, pinching her nipple with the other. I do this while I suck hard on the mark that shows the world she’s mine.
She cries out. And now I’m verbalizing, too, because my knot is sending us both to a higher plane.