Breathe In (Just Breathe, #1)(170)
“It’s your turn . . .” her voice says deeper and slower than before.
My body lurches backward as I scramble to grab for Maggie. Suddenly, my arms and legs are tied to the hood of a car. Stark white lights blind me as I yank at my hands to get free. I feel the rope burn into my flesh as the blood starts to drip, staining the car red.
“Maggie!” I yell again without a sound coming from my mouth. My head jerks back as I see Maggie behind the steering wheel. “Maggie?!” my throat shrieks with emptiness.
The sound of the car engine reviving reverberates through my body before Maggie steps on the pedal, sending us flying into the air.
“Maggie . . . no!” I howl as the vehicle launches towards what I can now see are hundreds if not thousands of other cars in front of us. My heart is filled with horror and fear as I desperately scream out one more time, “No!”
I gasp for air as my chest heaves from fright.
“Emma?! What’s wrong?” Joe says with grogginess in his voice.
“Nothing . . .” I evade.
His hands are on either side of my face. “Emma,” he pleas.
“Nothing . . .” I repeat a little more calmly.
“You had the dream again,” he states with concern.
“Yes . . . No . . . kind of,” I answer, confused by the vivid images rattling in my brain.
“What do you mean kind of?”
“It was different,” I admit.
“How was it different?” he searches.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I declare, throwing my arms around his neck.
Joe tightly wraps his arms around me as he lowers us back down on the bed. The sound of his breathing and heartbeat pull me back to reality. I press my lips to his, seeking distraction from the images of the nightmare. Joe returns my heated embrace until my hands slide to the bottom of his shirt trying to desperately remove it. My brain and body are willing to do anything to get those pictures out of my head.
“What?” I question confused by his sudden rejection. Not wanting to hear his answer, I seize his mouth again, this time trying to remove my own shirt.
“Not like this,” he contends, blocking my arms from rising higher.
“Why?” I ask, seeking his mouth.
Joe kisses me back, but I can sense his restraint. “You know why,” he points out.
He’s right, but there’s still a small part of my ego that is hurt by the rejection. I turn away from him embarrassed.
“Hey,” he calls, pulling me into him. “It’s okay.”
“No . . .” I object.
“Yes, it is,” he confirms.
“I should go,” I announce pulling away.
“No . . .” Joe tightens his grip around my waist. “Stay . . . please,” he begs in a softer tone, kissing me sweetly.
It takes a few more times of Joe requesting for me to stay before I sheepishly agree. Joe holds me firmly to his body, and after a few minutes, he relaxes and his fingers are running through my hair. It doesn’t take long for me to fall back to sleep with him comforting me.
Forty Five
By six forty-five, I wake from the alarm I set on my phone. The alarm is still chiming as Joe tries to keep me in bed with him a little longer. “I need to turn it off,” I whine, slipping from his grip.
As soon as I turn off the sound, Joe scoops me up and carries me back to bed. He plants himself on top of my body as his lips greedily take mine, barely letting me breathe for several minutes.
“I need to go,” I state in-between kisses, finally getting the chance to get some air.
“What time do you need to meet up with them?”
“Eight,” I laugh as I can hardly free my lips to answer.
Joe turns his head for a second before immediately returning his mouth to mine. “You’ve got plenty of time to stay for a while.”
As I slide my hands down his chest, Joe growls with delight until I wiggle my fingers to tickle him. “Hey!” he objects, squirming to get me to stop.
“I need to get up.”
“You don’t need an hour to get ready,” he reports. “You’re already beautiful.”
My heart flutters like a baby bird learning to flap its wings. Panic at the feelings stirring inside me alter my mood abruptly. “I need to go,” I say in a more serious tone.
Joe lets me up, but he follows me like a puppy to the door. Not waiting for me turn, Joe spins me into him before my hand reaches the door knob. His sturdy, morning wood presses into my belly as my ass hits the door. My left leg lifts up, wrapping itself around his waist. Hot moisture releases from my cave as my lips part and come into contact with Joe’s erection with only a few layers of clothing in between. My sex can feel the heat coming from his throbbing penis as she rocks into him. Joe yanks his lips from mine and our lungs pant from lust and need.
“I should go,” I restate the obvious, knowing that it’s just a matter of seconds before I’m naked, whether my nakedness is done by me or him is unknown and doesn’t really matter.
Joe doesn’t say anything. He just stares into my eyes, holding me, but keeping himself just far enough away.
Once the hallway is clear and I’m able to get back to my room, I quickly swap out the batteries for B.O.B. and have a three-way with him and Master P. The boys do their job, curtailing the kitten’s itch for the time being with two intense orgasms.