She looked me up and down. The air around us became thick and clammy. Her gaze heated my skin, setting me ablaze with each pass. Her eyes eventually landed on mine and with a sultry smile, she sexily replied, “Hello.” Never had one word held so much passion or sounded so erotic. We never got to start a proper conversation because her father came marching over. “Bailey, it’s time to go,” he growled, eyeing me with disdain.
Bailey, I thought to myself, what a beautiful name. Mustering up the courage, I reached out and grabbed her wrist. Ever so gently, I squeezed and with a smile, I said, “See you soon, Bailey.”
Her eyes were locked with mine, her stare penetrating deep into my soul. Peeking out slowly, her tongue darted out and licked her lip, before she gently bit down. A guttural groan slipped from me; what I wouldn’t do to have her tongue do that to me. With a smirk she replied, “I look forward to it.” Leaning towards me, her lips grazed my cheek for a fleeting kiss. A spark zapped between us, jolting us apart. Lifting my hand, I held the spot where her lips had just been, and I couldn’t help but smile. She placed her finger to her lips, and ever so seductively, she ran the tip over her plump bottom lip, biting down on her finger. My eyes watched the movement of her finger and again I groaned. My cock twitched in agreement. This girl was fucking gorgeous and I would do anything to get to know her. Lifting my eyes to hers, I raised my eyebrows suggestively. She giggled and it was the most magical sound I had ever heard.
We stood there, in the middle of the bar, staring at one another. Our eyes were locked solely on one another; it was as if we were in a trance. The moment was broken when her father bellowed, “Now, Bailey!”
She whispered with a shy smile and wave of her fingers, “Bye.” Turning her back on me, she followed her father out of McLaren’s Bar. My eyes followed her as she floated across the floor in an angelic manner. When she reached the door, she glanced back over her shoulder at me and winked, just before the door slammed closed behind her. McLaren’s is now my new favourite place to drink, I thought to myself, as I stood staring at the door with a goofy grin on my face.
A hand slaps me on the back, hard, and with a laugh Archie declares, “Dream on, dude.” Pausing to take a sip of his beer, he continues, “There is no way in hell that you will land a lass like Bailey Beckett.” My best mate Archibald “Archie” Calhoun sneers, as he hands me another pint.
“I beg to differ, Arch. Bailey will be mine. I feel it in my bones,” I confidently say, as a vision of her hazel eyes appears before me, and once again I’m grinning like the Cheshire cat.
“Let’s agree to disagree, Nate,” he replies as he chugs back the rest of his pint, slamming the empty mug down on the table. As he opens his mouth and loudly belches, with a smug smile on his face, he declares, “Your shout, Nathaniel.” Rolling my eyes at the use of my full name, I turn towards the bar and order another round of drinks, my eyes drifting back to the door, in hope that my angel will reappear.
Over the next few weeks, Bailey and I continue to bump into one another, and what started out as playful, fun flirting turns into something passionate, emotional, raw, and extremely sensual. Bailey is a little minx and I am addicted. Her father has made it known, many times, that I am not good enough for his daughter. He clearly does not know his daughter like I do; the more he forbids us to see one another, the more she will go out of her way to see me. My Bailey is strong-willed, and knowing his disdain for me, she goes out of her way to throw our growing relationship in his face. The more time I spend with her, the more I fall for her, and her father will just have to deal with it. After all, the heart wants what the heart wants and mine wholeheartedly wants Bailey.
3
Nate
I’m still amazed that Bailey and I got our shot; fate somehow intervened and Bailey agreed to give me, Nate Winters, a chance. I will do everything in my power not to screw this up. We fall hard and we fall fast for one another. Never have I clicked with anyone like I do with Bailey; she’s the salt to my pepper, and I have never been happier than when I am with Bailey.
We are walking hand in hand along the river, each of us subtly, or not so subtly sneaking glances at one another. What started as something fun has turned into something deep, something raw...something worth fighting for! I’m lost in thoughts of Bailey when suddenly she pulls me and drags us off the path. With her hands pressed firmly on my chest, she shoves me up against a tree, and within seconds, her lips are attached to mine. Without hesitation, I plunge my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues fight each other for dominance, but at the same time, dance in sync together. This spurs her on and she bites my lip gently before snaking her tongue back inside. Our tongues continue to caress one another as our hands wander and explore each other’s bodies.
Kissing Bailey’s lips is one of my favourite pastimes, amongst kissing other parts of her. Her hands slide down my chest, heading towards my hardening cock, but I take her by surprise and spin us around. My body is now cocooning her against the tree, our lips never breaking the connection. Skimming my hands up her sides, I brush past her luscious tits, over her shoulders. Cupping the back of her neck, I hold her tightly to me. Sliding my fingers into her hair, I grip tight and push her away from me. I gaze lovingly into her eyes. “You, my dear, are an evil little minx.”
With a smirk she replies, “And?”
“And I love this side of you.” Leaning to her ear, I nibble her lobe before whispering, “If we weren’t in public, I’d lift up your skirt, free my cock, and fuck you hard and fast against this tree.”
Bailey breathes deeply, her eyes darken with lust. She licks her plump ruby red lips, and whispers back, “And I’d let you fuck me hard and fast against this tree. Nate, you can fuck me hard and fast anytime you want.”
Still staring intently at one another, she reaches forward and begins to stroke my cock through my trousers. Both our breathing is laboured; a groan forms in the back of my throat and escapes when I feel her hand dip below the waist of my pants. Her delicate fingers grip my dick, and she continues to flick her wrist up and down. The confined space of my pants heightens the intensity, and before I know it, I’m blowing my load in my pants with a grunt. She removes her hand from my pants and seductively she licks my cum off her fingers, that motion in itself has me hardening again.
“Mmmmmm,” she moans before stepping around me, back onto the path. Resting my forehead on the trunk, I shake my head and smile. This woman will be the death of me, I think to myself when I hear her innocently say, “Are you coming?” Looking over my shoulder, I see her smiling with a playful expression on her face. Just as I’m about to step towards her, her face drops and then I hear her father.
“Bailey, what are you doing here?”
From my spot by the tree, I duck down and watch her. Without missing a beat, she skips over to her father. “Hi, Daddy, I’m just taking an afternoon stroll along the river. It’s such a nice day.” Looping her arm in his, she spins him around. “Walk with me, Daddy,” she says, as she leads him away from where I’m still hidden in the bushes.
With their backs turned, I sneak out and walk away in the opposite direction. Looking back over my shoulder, I see my beloved seductively lick her finger before blowing me a kiss. Turning back around, I slam straight into William-fucking-Clayton, his glaring eyes burning into me. “Clayton,” I growl.