Breathe In (Just Breathe, #1)(119)

“You’re not fine. My vacation is not ruined. You didn’t overreact, you’ve kept things bottled up inside, not wanting to hurt me. I know that,” she replies softly in a motherly tone. “I should have known this wouldn’t be easy for you.”

“I’ve just gotten good hiding it from you,” I openly admit

Crap. Did I just say that?

She leads me over to the bed and we lay down facing each other.

“What else are you hiding from me?”

“Nothing,” I honestly admit when it comes to the topic of her and me.

We don’t need to venture into the other topics I’m hiding from her and Jared right now.

“Do you think Henry and I are moving too fast,” she asks with concern.

“No. You are moving at your own pace, which suits you and Henry,” I offer honestly.

This puts a smile back on her face.

“I know he loves you and he wouldn’t have proposed if he didn’t. You two fit each other perfectly. It’s just a lot and all at once for me,” I share.

A tear falls from the corner of her eye. “Are you afraid that you are losing me?”

“A little,” I honestly answer.

I’m actually surprised that she’s talking to me right now. How can she not be mad at me? I feel like I’m being selfish.

“Ohh, Emma,” she cries, moving closer to me. “I’m never leaving you. You’re my sister. I love you.”

“I love you too,” I weep.

She moves closer and we mold into each other’s body.

Time passes and my tears eventually subside.

“Give me a minute. I’ll be right back, Okay?” Maggie announces.

I nod, not sure what she’s doing.

Maggie opens one of the sliding glass doors just over a foot and Sadie pops through. Maggie heads outside as Sadie and I snuggle on the bed. A minute or two later, Maggie comes back.

“I’m back,” she announces.

Maggie leaves the door open slightly before returning to the bed and climbs over me. She lowers, placing her body on top of mine. Stroking my face, Maggie leans in and kisses me. I can immediately feel that she needs this just as much as I do. I should have believed her last night.

With the lights off and a small breeze flowing in, Maggie and I satisfy each other. After oral and finger stimulation, we both take turns using my dildo and vibrator on the other. After four intense and long overdue orgasms given by someone other than myself, my body becomes lethargic and drunk on well-achieved physical satisfaction. The glorious smell of sex permeates the air. I barely remember Maggie draping the sheets over my naked body as my mind drifts to a deep sleep.





Twenty Nine


I wake to sniffing in my ear; Sadie’s hungry. Sitting up, I quickly cover my naked torso when a pair of legs to my left are seen out of the corner of my eye. My heart leaps at the thought of Joe coming into the room at some point last night. Gradually turning my head, I discover that there are actually two bodies, Jared’s and Nathan’s. A sigh of relief escapes my lips. I’m safe.

The next few hours, I eat, take Sadie for a walk, shower and pack. Jared and Nathan went back to their room sometime while I was not in the suite.

By about nine in the morning, we are standing outside the stairs of the plane to head home. Losing about three hours of time with our flight, we’re schedule to get back to California between six or seven in the evening.


The flight back home is long, but peaceful. Everyone bounces around chatting, except me. I’m still a bit quiet after last nights debacle, but I’m more willing to sit and listen to everyone talking. No one asks about what happened after I left the patio, nor do Maggie or I share.

Jimmy and Allen stay on the plane when we land in Van Nuys. They’re waiting for the plane to refuel before heading all the way back to the East Coast. Jared and Nathan return to Nathan’s in Santa Monica and Maggie, Henry, Joe, Sadie and I head back to Pasadena. After saying farewell to Maggie and Henry, Joe entices me up to the penthouse with the mention that a song is owed to me on the piano.

“What would you like me to play?” he asks sweetly.

“What do you know?”

“A lot,” he says. “I can play an eclectic mix, just like your playlist.”

His devilish grin makes me laugh. “Play whatever you feel like playing,” I suggest.

Joe motions for me to sit with him on the piano bench before he begins. Barely taking his eyes off of me, Joe starts with the beautiful Prelude in C Major by J.S. Bach. I watch his fingers dance along the keys. His movements are so graceful like he doesn’t have to think about what he’s doing.

“I love this song,” I say as I hum along.

Joe plays several more songs, many that I’m familiar with. There’s even one from the newer Pride and Prejudice movie. Some of them, I can’t name off the top of my head, but their melodies are easily recognized. I lean my head back, close my eyes, and sway to the music.

Before my eyes open after he finishes the last song, Joe nuzzles into my neck and requests, “Stay tonight.”

“What?” I return, surprised at his request.

“Stay with me tonight,” he tempts.

“I need to get home,” I suggest more than state.

My body is shouting yes, but my brain is screaming no.