CHAPTER FIVE
~Bailey~
“THAT WAS DELICIOUS.” GRAY SITS back in his seat on the patio and pats his flat belly. “You weren’t kidding when you said you love to cook.”
I smile proudly and sip my wine. “Thank you, but all I did was throw a few steaks on the grill and toss a salad.”
“That’s heaven to us, princess,” Kevin says with a wink. These guys are so . . . amazing. What’s the catch here? They’re sweet. All day on the boat they made sure my sunscreen was fresh. They brought me diet sodas. Gray pulled my feet in his lap and rubbed them while Kevin drove us back to shore. They’re the most affectionate, attentive men I’ve ever met.
A girl could get used to this, and that’s something that scares me. This is a weekend fling. I’ll go home tomorrow and back to my normal life. I guess we could continue a sexual relationship now and then, but their work is demanding, and so is mine. I have no idea how our schedules would mesh.
“You’re thinking awfully hard over there,” Gray murmurs and sips his water.
“What’s on your mind?” Kevin asks.
I’m not going to tell them that I’m not sure how our schedules are going to mesh for casual fucking. Not in this lifetime.
“I was just thinking about the strawberry shortcake I’m about to whip together,” I lie easily and smile at the men. Gray narrows his eyes on me and he looks like he’s about to say something when his cell phone rings on the table at his elbow.
Saved by the bell.
“McDermitt.” He doesn’t take his eyes off me as he listens to the voice on the other end of the line. “Give me ten.” He ends the call and stands, rounds the table to me and pulls me out of my chair. He covers my mouth with his and kisses me firmly before pulling back and cradling my face in his hands. “This conversation isn’t over, sweetheart. I have to go to work for a while.”
“What’s up?” Kevin asks.
“Multiple car accident,” Gray responds with a sigh.
“How bad is it?” I ask.
“I have no idea,” Gray replies. “Won’t know until I get there.”
“Be safe.” I wrap my arms around him and hug him close.
“I’ll be fine.” He kisses my forehead, waves at Kevin and takes off through the house.
“It’s already pretty late,” I comment. We didn’t come off the water until dusk, and now it’s dark. “Does this happen very often?”
“Sometimes, yeah. We get called in at a moment’s notice, even on our days off.”
I nod and begin clearing dishes, carrying them to the kitchen. Kevin joins in and before long the patio table is cleared off and cleaned and we have the dishwasher loaded and the kitchen clean, too.
I’ve just finished wiping down the countertops when I feel Kevin move up behind me and wrap his arms around my middle and bury his face in my neck.
“Hey you,” I whisper.
“Hey beautiful,” he responds. “I think you’ve done enough work for the day.” He takes the dishrag from my hands and tosses it into the sink then turns me in his arms and pulls me against him. “What can I do for you, Miss Whitworth?”
“I don’t need anything,” I reply honestly and brace my hands on his chest as I look up into his kind, happy face. His blonde hair is still wind-blown and his green eyes are smiling down at me sweetly. I nuzzle his chin with my nose, then place a kiss there. “Although, I could use a shower.”
“I think that’s the best idea you’ve had all day,” he says with a grin and kisses my forehead before leading me up the stairs to the master bedroom. I love this room. The bed is super comfortable and the room is big, with plenty of floor space to add a chair and ottoman to use as a reading nook. I can picture pretty paintings on the walls, and all of our clothes mingling on the floor and in the closet.
Keep dreaming, sister.
Kevin leads me into the spacious bathroom and starts the shower, then turns back to me and pulls my swimsuit cover-up over my head. “You looked gorgeous today,” he says softly.
I smile as I hook my finger in the waistband of his swim shorts and tug him closer to me. “So did you.” His stomach muscles flex beneath my finger as I run it back and forth over the smooth flesh. “But I think you’ll look even better when we shed these shorts.”
“Yeah? Let’s find out.” He winks and pulls the shorts down his legs and kicks them aside. “Better?”
I lick my lips as I stare at his hard cock, firm legs and numerous abs. “Oh yeah. Much better.”
“You’re a naughty girl, Bailey,” he murmurs and tugs the strings holding my bikini together. The scraps of fabric fall away and we’re left standing in the bathroom, facing each other, naked. “Mm, I think I prefer you this way too.”
I reach up and cup his cheek in my hand, then pull my fingertips down his face, his neck, and lower, down his chest and abdomen and finally find his cock.
“I haven’t tasted you yet,” I say softly. His cock twitches in my hand as Kevin growls low in his throat. “Do you mind?”
“Do I mind?” He laughs and tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Baby, that’s like asking me if I mind if you breathe. You can do any damn thing you want to me and I’ll fucking love it.”
I tilt my head to the side and watch his face as I pump up and down the length of him, reveling in the velvety feel of his cock. The room is filling with steam as I lower myself to my knees and circle the head with my tongue.
“I love that little tongue of yours,” he growls roughly and grips my hair in his fist as I sink over him, taking him all the way to the back of my mouth and swallow around him, massaging the tip. “Fuck me.”
* * *
~Kevin~
She’s trying to kill me. Her perfect mouth is wrapped around my cock and I see stars as she pulls up, those lips squeezing me. Too much more of this and I’ll come in her mouth, and I don’t want to do that.
I want to come inside her.
“Bailey,” I begin but break off on a sob when she cups my balls and kneads them roughly. Jesus Christ, my spine is tingling. “Baby, you have to stop.”
She shakes her head no and increases the pace with her mouth and fist. Before this is over before it really begins, I reach down and pull her to her feet then lift her in my arms and march toward the shower.
“I wasn’t done,” she pouts. I kiss her sweet lips and chuckle.
“Sweetheart, I was about to be done, and I have plans for you.” Her blue eyes brighten at that. I set her on her feet under the hot spray of water and get to work washing her. Every delectable inch of her is covered in soap before I rinse her and get to work on her hair, washing the thick locks.
“You have such great hands,” she moans. Her eyes are closed and she’s leaning into my hands. “God, you can just rub me all the time.”
“That’s the plan, princess,” I murmur and kiss her lips, then rinse her hair and the rest of her soapy body. Before I can pull her out of the shower, she grabs the soap and returns the favor, washing me from head to toe.
I’m so fucking turned on, it’s a wonder my dick hasn’t spontaneously combusted.
When I’m clean, Bailey drops the washrag on the floor and jumps back in my arms. I catch her against me easily, spin, and pin her against the tile wall, kissing her savagely.
“Fuck, I need you now.”
“Take me now, damn it.” She grips my hair in her fists and pulls my face back to hers and kisses me crazy. I guide myself inside her and have to still in fear of coming on impact.
“Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking tight, Bailey.” She grins against me and bites my lower lip as she tilts her hips, dragging me further inside her. “God damn, baby.”
“You feel so good,” she whimpers and I can’t stand it anymore, I begin moving hard and fast, fucking her against the wall like I’m a man possessed. She bounces roughly with every thrust. Her jaw is dropped, her bright blue gaze pinned to mine as I make her mine.
“I love this; fucking you, feeling you,” I turn and flip off the water and carry her to the bed, not bothering to dry us off. I can’t stop being inside her.
I can’t stop.
I climb on the bed with her, grip her hands in mine and guide them over her head, holding her there as I continue to thrust in and out in a fast, hard rhythm.
“Oh my God,” she says and moans. “Kevin, it’s so good. So damn good.”
“Fuck yes, it’s good.” I pin both of her hands in one of mine and slide the other down her arm to her face. I cup her chin in my palm, plant my fingers on one cheek and my thumb on the other and kiss her with all I have. Jesus, I don’t know where I end with her. I open my eyes to find her watching me, her hips meeting me with every jerk of my hips, and I know, in this moment, I’m in love with her.
The orgasm starts low in my back and works its way into my cock. I push in and grind against her clit and she bites my lower lip.
“Please let my arms go. I want to hold you when you come.” Her eyes are pleading. Fuck, how can I ever say no to her? I release her and she clings to me as we both fall over the edge, watching each other with wide eyes as the shivers take over and pull us under.
* * *
~Gray~
Spending the past five hours consoling a heartbroken widow is the absolute worst part of my job. I hate it. It made my heart hurt to watch her grief, and inspired this urgent need to get back home to Kev and Bailey, to see that they’re safe and whole and mine.
I let myself into our dark house and listen for any sexy sounds coming from upstairs, hoping I can join them, but the house is still. They must be asleep.
That’s fine too. It’s usually difficult for me to find sleep on a normal day, and impossible when I’ve had a fatality to deal with, but I’ll happily climb into that bed and hold Bailey all night long if she’ll let me.
I climb the stairs and bypass my bedroom for the master. Sure enough, Kev and Bailey are cuddled up, sleeping. He’s spooning her, his nose buried in her hair and his arm wrapped tightly around her middle, even in sleep.
I decide to take a quick shower, washing off the salt from our ride on the water today, and the sadness from work.
When I return to the bed, they haven’t moved. I slide between the sheets and lay my head on Bailey’s pillow, just inches away from her. I brush her hair off her face and tuck it behind her ear then gently skim my knuckles down her cheek.
God, I’m so in love with her I can hardly breathe. I hope Kevin is on board with this because she’s ours. She’s not going back to that firetrap of an apartment.
I slide the pad of my thumb over her lower lip and grin when she gently kisses it and opens her sleepy eyes to smile at me softly.
“Hey,” she whispers.
“Go back to sleep, sweetheart.”
She snuggles down further in the bed, but continues to watch me quietly. Her hands are moving back and forth over the length of Kevin’s forearm, her fingertips grazing over his skin and my own skin prickles at the thought of having her hands on me. Her touch is addictive.
Finally, she leans forward and lays her soft lips on mine, kissing me sweetly, and then leans back and smiles, looking me in the eyes.
“We missed you tonight,” she whispers.
Best fucking words I’ve ever heard.
“I missed you too.”
“Are you okay?”
I nod silently and brush at her hair again, although there’s none to move off her face. I just can’t stop touching her.
“Was it bad?” she asks softly.
I just nod again and sigh. I know my eyes are sad. I’ve never been good at hiding my emotions and right now I’m too exhausted to try.
“I’m sorry.” She kisses me again, then wraps her arm around my waist, pulling me fully against her, so Kevin is pressed to her back and I’m pressed to her front. “Will you sleep?”
“I’ll try.” Her lips tip up as she nods once.
“Sleep, babe. For me.”
Babe. Yep, completely in love with her.
“Okay.”
She drifts back to sleep with her hand resting on my ass, her breaths low and even. Kevin’s breaths match hers, and my eyes suddenly feel heavy with fatigue and exhaustion and for the first time in as long as I can remember, I drift into sleep easily.