Lifting her hand, with her index finger she wriggles it in a come hither motion. Dropping to my knees, I crawl towards her. Pausing at her feet, I grip the bottom of her dress and slide it up her silky soft legs, placing gentle kisses along the way. Her skin breaks out in goose bumps. Her skirt bunches at her waist and I see that she is bare underneath. Her mound is glistening with her arousal. I gently skim my fingertip down her slit, and a moan slips through her lips at my touch. She thrusts her hips forward, but I pull my hand back with a smirk on my face. Staring down at her, I notice her cheeks are pink and she seductively licks her lips. “Please,” she whimpers.
“Who am I to deny a horny lady?” I say, before lowering my face to her pussy. Breathing in her scent, I growl with hunger before I dart my tongue out and lick up her folds, flicking the tip over her clit. She wriggles beneath me. Gripping my head tightly, she shoves me further into her. I continue to slide my tongue up and down her, working her into a frenzy. She lets out a sexy groan when I thrust my tongue into her wet channel and insert a finger, wriggling it around and curling it up to her pleasure spot. Thrusting my tongue and finger in and out, her moans become frenzied and louder. Her pussy walls clench around my fingers and I know she’s close. When I insert a second finger, and gently bite then suck her clit, she explodes, screaming my name as her climax tears through her body.
When her shudders subside, I crawl up her body and gaze down at her. Her cheeks are pink, her breath is laboured, and she has never looked more beautiful than she does at this moment in her post orgasmic glow. “You are so fucking beautiful, Bai,” I say, as I lower myself on top of her and kiss her passionately. She moans into my mouth as our tongues dance together.
Pulling back, I rest my forehead against hers and smile. We lie there gazing at one another, for what feels like eternity, when all of a sudden Bailey flips me onto my back and straddles my waist. Staring intently down at me, she begins to undo the ribbon on her corset. My eyes are locked on her fingers as they slowly untie the satin holding her dress together. When I can see the tops of her breasts, I can’t handle it anymore. Lifting my hands, I quickly and carefully pull the rest apart; her breasts are now free, and her nipples form stiff peaks. I take one between my thumb and forefinger and gently squeeze before I massage her breast in my hand; repeating the motion with the other breast. She begins to circle herself on my stomach before she whispers, “Make love to me, Nate.”
Leaning down, she kisses me erotically. Our lips are fused together as she lifts her hips and frees my cock. Ever so slowly, she rubs herself over the tip. With one thrust of her hips, she impales herself on me, and I’m balls deep inside her. Her pussy lips hug my cock as she begins to slide up and down. Closing her eyes, she throws her head back as she continues to ride me. Reaching up, I massage her breasts again. Her hands join mine and together we massage, tug, and pull her nipples. Her thrusts become frantic as we reach our peak together, tumbling over the orgasmic cliff in unison.
We redress in silence, no words are needed; we know how the other feels, but there’s one significant obstacle in the way of our happily ever after: her father.
Once dressed, we leave together. Hand in hand we walk back in the direction of the river. We are around the corner from McLaren’s when we bump into the last person that we want to see: her father. “Get your filthy hands off my daughter,” Lord Beckett growls.
“Daddy, please,” Bailey pleads. “I love him, and he loves me. Why won’t you let us be together, Daddy?”
“Bailey, you don’t love him. He’s manipulating you, now get over here.” He is fuming with rage.
“Bailey, it’s fine. Go with your father,” I say, my voice stern but caring.
“No, Nate. I want to stay with you,” she cries. A lone tear cascades down her cheek.
Lifting my hand, I wipe away her tear before resting my palm to her cheek. She leans into it, pressing her hand to mine and closes her eyes. “I love you, Bai,” I say in a soft voice, “but you need to go with your father.”
Opening her eyes, she looks up and smiles at me. Placing a gentle kiss on my cheek, she whispers, “Tomorrow, 10:00 a.m.” Smiling down at her, I nod and watch her walk over to her father.
He pushes around her and gets up in my face. “Stay away from my daughter,” he snarls, before grabbing Bailey by the arm and marching her down the street. I stand there and watch the love of my life walk away with her father. Before they get to the corner, she looks back towards me and sadly smiles at me. Lifting my hand, I wave at her and return her sad frown. It’s in this moment that I decide, she and I need to leave...together.
5
Nate
The next morning, I go to Hammersmith Lane to meet Bailey, but she doesn’t come. The next day I head there again, and again she doesn’t turn up. A sinking feeling forms in the pit of my stomach just after lunch, so I make the decision to go to her house and see her. On my way to her father’s estate, I smile when I see her stepping out of her favourite restaurant, Champlain’s. My smile soon falters when I see that she is with William. Our eyes meet and immediately I can tell she’s sad. Her eyes don’t have the sparkle they usually do, but when she registers that it’s me, her face lights up. That light, however, immediately dims when William rests his hand on her lower back. The egotistical bastard walks towards me, pushing Bailey with him. He has a smug grin on his smarmy face when they stop directly in front of me. With a smirk, he snottily says, “Afternoon, Winters.” In a douche move, he pulls Bailey closer to him, but I notice that she shudders at his touch.
“Clayton,” I sternly reply, but I’m not looking at him, my eyes are firmly locked on Bailey. “Hi, Bai,” I say with a nod.
“Hi, Nate,” she says, pulling herself away from William and nearer to me. She leans into me, kisses me on the cheek, her lips lingering against my skin, and we hear William growl in disgust. She breaks the kiss and whispers, “Four o’clock.” Subtly I nod just as Clayton, who I now refer to as asshat, roughly pulls her away from me. “It was nice seeing you again, Nate,” she says as she sidesteps around me.
Clayton purposely shoves my shoulder as he stalks past me. It takes everything in my being to not knock him flat on his ass. Standing there, I watch the two of them walk down the street, hoping for Bai to turn back to me, but she never does. As soon as they turn the corner, my heart shatters for her. Never have I seen her so sad, so aloof. In a matter of days, William has managed to dim her spark, and in that moment, I decide that I will do anything to bring Bailey and her spark back to life...Anything!
Not taking the risk of getting caught up, I head straight to our place at Hammersmith and eagerly wait for Bailey to arrive. Unlike the previous two days, she turns up this time. As soon as she sees me, she jumps towards me and I catch her, wrapping my arms tightly around her. Even though it has only been two days, I missed having her in my arms. “I’m sooo sorry, Nate. I couldn’t get away,” she tearfully declares.
“Shhhh, it’s okay. I know this is tough, baby, but we will figure it out. I love you too much to give up on us.”
“I love you too, Nate, but I don’t see how. Daddy is determined to make me Mrs. William Clayton.” She sniffs and looks sadly at me. “I don’t want that. I want to be Mrs. Nate Winters.” When she says this, her face breaks out into a huge glowing smile and I return her grin.