“When I see you,” I said softly, “I don’t see the dirty trailer. When I see your scars, I don’t see a loser. I see strength and goodness. You grew up abused by a monster, yet never became one. That takes courage. You didn’t become a drunk or addict to blind yourself from the pain. That takes strength. You don’t use or destroy people to get what you want. Instead, I always see you helping people at school. One time, I saw you help a woman catch her wild dog. You’re a good man. Strong and brave.”
Leaning into him, I removed the soap from his hands while a haunted Nick stared at me. I looked into the eyes of a lost child wanting to hide from the world.
“You smell like mine,” I said, resting his hands on my wet hips. “You smell like a man who wants me.”
I stroked his hard cock, causing Nick to shudder. His fingers grazed my back up to my shoulders then to my face. I lifted my lips to his and he kissed my breath away. His need uncontrollable, Nick grabbed me under the butt and lifted me against him.
“Bailey,” he muttered, staring into my eyes my body slid up and down against his.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I didn’t know what he wanted. His body needed to fuck. His cock wanted inside me. His heart needed acceptance. What his mind wanted remained a mystery.
“I see you,” I whispered in his ear. “You’re mine in every way and nothing will make me let go.”
Still staring into my eyes, Nick thrust inside my body until he filled me completely. There was questioning in his gaze, but also a challenge. I claimed to want all of him despite his flaws. Was I willing to give him everything?
My answer was to tighten my pussy around his cock. Nick’s hips moved frantically, needing what he denied himself this last week with me. Basking in his hunger, I held onto his slick body and murmured my pleasure in his ear.
Chapter Eighteen ~ Nick
Bailey felt delicate in my arms. Fragile as if I had the power to destroy her. I wanted to do right by her, but I couldn’t stop. My mind blinded by need, I wouldn’t let her go. All my life I needed something to soothe the pain and Bailey offered freedom. How could I let her go? Or tell myself to stop when life gave me nothing for so long?
Carrying Bailey out of the shower, I rested her wet body on the bed.
“You want this,” I said, but my voice made it sound like a question.
“I dreamed of this,” she murmured while running her fingers through my wet hair. “A guy worthy of Free Bird.”
Having no idea what she was talking about, I didn’t care anyway. Her damp skin tasted sweet as I sucked and nipped along every inch of flesh. Noticing Bailey reaching for something, I didn’t care if she took a gun and ended me that very moment. She was my salvation and I couldn’t stop.
Music began to play, but I didn’t recognize it as Skynyrd until I lifted her hips and enjoyed a taste of her wet pussy.
“Oh, shit,” Bailey moaned.
I might have laughed at her frenzied voice if I wasn’t busy devouring her warm flesh. When Bailey’s hips squirmed wildly as I sucked her clit, I held her still and forced her over the edge. She cried out my name like she was falling. I heard panic and pleasure wrapped in one word.
Long after Bailey’s breathing slowed, I explored between her legs, teasing and tasting. My fingers plunged inside her then I used the wetness to test her anus. As I played, Bailey murmured something and her body remained limp. She only squirmed when I nibbled at the spot behind her knee.
Crawling over her, I teased her pussy with my cock. “I’ve only done that once before,” I said, leaning down to kiss her hard nipple. “Did I do it right?”
“Huh?” she muttered as if stoned from a too powerful orgasm.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Bailey smiled. “Yes.”
“More?”
Her smile grew. “Much more. Until we can’t think of anything else.”
Grinning, I leaned forward and my cock opened her pussy until I filled her.
“I see you,” she said, holding onto my forearms as I fucked her harder. “And you’re perfect.”
I could only smile as I moved faster and deeper until her expression shifted. I knew she was close and I needed her to come apart.
The look on Bailey’s face as she came sent a shudder through me. I’d never created anything beautiful in my life. My claim to fame was taking a punch. I was often complimented on my dragon tattoo, but that wasn’t my design or talent. With Bailey’s pleasure, I accomplished something divine.
“Nick,” she said again and again until my lips met hers and silenced her with a kiss.
Her arms wrapped around me and didn’t let go until I came hard too. More intense than anything before, I was losing control. As if every level of protection I’d built up over the years threatened to fall in this moment.
Wanting to pull away, I need to guard myself from possible rejection and pain. Bailey refused to let me go. Her grip remained possessive even after I rested next to her.
“You can’t know how good that was,” she whispered, nipping at my lips.
“I do know.”
Bailey frowned at my tone. “Are you upset?”
“No,” I said, feeling dirty again.