The Yeah, Baby Series

Grabbing a cloth, I wet it with warm water and lifted Bailey’s skirt, so I could clean and sooth her pussy. She winced a couple of times, and I felt like scum for taking her like I had. “Stop it.”

Her voice brought me out of my thoughts as I tossed the rag into the trash. “Stop what, baby?”

“Stop regretting it.”

My brows shot up. “You think I regret fucking you?” I clarified disbelievingly.

She pursed her kiss swollen lips, her blue eyes shuttered by her long eyelashes. “Don’t you?”

I stepped between her legs and scooted her ass to the edge of the counter. With a single finger, I lifted her chin so that I could meet her gaze. “I will never, never, regret being with you, Bailey Cross. Do you understand?” My voice was firm, leaving no room for misinterpretation. She nodded, and I gave her a quick kiss. “I’m regretting the way I took you. You’re likely going to be in a lot of pain tomorrow. I should have been—”

“Wyatt, stop,” she interrupted. “It was perfect. Any pain I have to deal with tomorrow will be completely worth it.”

I grinned, I couldn’t help it. “So, it was good for you, huh?”

She smacked my chest playfully, then kissed me passionately. “Epic.”

The shower was steaming up the bathroom, so I quickly undressed and helped Bailey out of her clothes. She blushed shyly when she was naked and hopped into the shower, making me laugh. “Baby, I’ve been deep inside you, now I want to enjoy the package on the outside.”

I stepped under the hot spray and snuggled her back into my chest. Then I began a slow exploration of her curves, learning every soft inch of her delectable body, with my hands and my mouth. I discovered I was right—Bailey tasted like strawberries and cream, and her cream was the sweetest I’d ever tasted. The look of Bailey when she orgasmed? Nothing would ever compare.

The water eventually cooled and we washed up and stepped out of the glass enclosure. I wrapped a soft, emerald green towel around my waist and used another to dry Bailey before sweeping her into my arms and carrying her to my bed. Setting her down, I stood back and took in the view. Her copper hair spread out and glowing against the white pillows. Her round, large tits with their dusky nipples, small waist, plump hips, and long, long legs. Fucking gorgeous.

I crawled over her and lowered my body so we were flush, skin to skin. Damn, she felt good underneath me. Spearing a hand through her damp curls, I pulled them away from her face and placed soft kisses all over her face.

“There is something between us, baby. I can feel it tethering us together. This is more than one night. You know that, right?”

Bailey’s answer was to kiss me senseless, driving every logical thought out of my brain. The passion began to burn hot, rapidly building into a frenzy of need. I tried to stop, suggested we go to sleep, warning her that she was already going to be incredibly sore. But, she had a way of convincing me to do just about anything she wanted. After rocking her world (not cocky…confident) with two more orgasms, I lost myself inside her once more.

Sweaty and sated, I fell over onto my back, taking her with me, staying snug inside her. Her breathing slowed, beginning to even out. I wrapped my arms around her and held on. There was one thing she wouldn’t be able to get me to do. Let her go.

I gently squeezed her and a sweet little sigh fell from her lips. “I think I’ll keep you.”

Sunlight slashed across my face, the bright rays warm but keeping me from staying asleep. Bailey. The night before came rushing back and I smiled, then reached out to pull her soft body into mine. My hand met nothing but sun warmed sheets. I frowned and opened one eyelid, disgruntled that she’d gotten out of bed before I could wrap myself around her naked body and kiss her awake.

“Bailey?” I sighed and lifted up onto an elbow, opening both eyes and looking around the room. I didn’t hear the shower running, but I climbed out of bed and padded over to the bathroom. Her clothes were no longer on the floor and mine had been folded and placed on the marble countertop. The open box of condoms near the sink reminded me that I’d fallen asleep still buried inside her. When I pulled off the condom I noticed a big tear right at the tip. Fuck! The motherfucking condom broke! Shit. Shit. Shit. I took a deep breath and washed my hands. OK, this wasn’t so bad. She was mine, I would be marrying her and starting a family at some point. I just hadn’t counted on doing it backwards.

I wondered briefly if Bailey had noticed when she’d gotten up. Then I dismissed the thought. If she had, I’d probably be attempting to calm her down from a panic attack right now. Where was she? “Baby?” I called, grabbing my robe and walking out to the kitchen. When I didn’t find her there, I called her name again and checked every room. Something akin to dread was stabbing me in the chest, I stalked back to the bedroom, looked around and didn’t find even a note. She must have called a cab and ducked out while I was sleeping. I started pacing, I needed a plan. All I had to go on was her name and the fact that she was only in town temporarily. Fuck!

“Bro, are you still moping?”

I scowled at Jack as he handed me a beer and flopped down next to me on my couch.

“Shut the fuck up, Jackass,” I growled. I took a deep pull from the bottle and dropped my head back, blowing out a frustrated breath.

“No luck finding her, huh?” Jack asked, genuine sympathy in his voice this time. “You’re going to have to let mystery girl go at some point. Why don’t we go out tonight? We’ll hit the bar and pick up some buxom blondes.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“I’m done with that scene, Jack. I’m serious.” I gripped the bottle, my knuckles turning white. “She’s mine. I refuse to accept any other outcome than to find her.”

I’d practically shut down my life for the last month, working and searching. I’d exhausted most of my options. There were literally over four hundred people with the last name Cross in Nebraska. Narrowing it down by the first initial B didn’t do me any good either. Not to mention, I didn’t even know if her permanent residence was in the same state. I’d only spoken to Jack briefly, shortly after the morning Bailey had run out on me. He’d recently discovered that he had a half-sister and the family had been busy getting to know each other. Not that I was even ready to really talk about her with him anyway.

“Wow. Okay,” Jack shrugged. “I guess you were serious about that.”

I didn’t reply, just chugged down the rest of my beer. I needed to get my mind on something else for a little while.

“How are things with the new sister?”

Jack’s face softened, a look I never thought I’d see from him. “She fits right in. Honestly, I wish I’d been there to be her big brother growing up. She’s beautiful, sweet and innocent and I get the feeling that I would have broken quite a few noses, maybe a jaw or two.”

I laughed, the sound rusty and foreign to my ears. It felt good.

“Why don’t you come have dinner with the family and meet her? Dad would love to see you.” Jack rolled his eyes and chugged his beer. “And Sharon. She’d love to see you, all of you.”

I snorted. Jack’s step-mother Sharon was a unique species. She loved his dad, and was faithful, but she had no problem ogling “man candy,” and wasn’t shy about asking to see the “good stuff.” She’d even used a drawing class excuse to try and get me to pose naked for her. She was…interesting. Harmless.

“So?” he queried.

“Sure, why not?” I agreed. I could use a night off from refining my pining and drinking abilities. I didn’t intend to go pro, so all this practice was truly unnecessary.

“Great.” Jack slapped me on the back and stood. “Oh, and when you meet Bailey, remember broken noses and jaws.”

My eyes stopped mid-roll and I started choking on the swig of beer I’d just taken. Did he say…?

I coughed. “What’s your sister’s name?”

Jack was walking out the door but yelled back, “Bailey.”