Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(122)

We say goodnight to the family members who haven’t left and head back to Joe’s place with Anna riding with Hunter. When I go to change for bed, I notice that Anna had snuck into my room at some point and unpacked my clothes for me. I take a bath and then curl up on the bed with Sadie while I read a book.

Joe sneaks down to my room. The second I see him, I jump out of the bed and move toward him, seeking a kiss he’s happy to give. My desire for him is obvious, even to him, but he doesn’t do anything other than hold me close and continue to kiss me.


It’s been a while since we’ve had sex and I’m starting to not care if his Jimmy and Allen overhear us. My emotions have distracted me long enough from his gloriously, sexy body and how he uses it to satisfy me beyond description. With the events that have been unfolding the past few days, my brain and body are ready for familiarity.

“I want you,” I confess.

“I want you,” he shares. “But, it’s not safe.”

“I know,” I accept.

He joins me in the bed, snuggling with Sadie and me for a little while.

“Brittany, Leslie, Martin and Celia seemed really happy to see you,” Joe mentions.

“Yeah,” I agree with a smile.

“And, obviously you’re happier now that you did go,” he adds.

“Definitely,” I confirm. “Thank you.”

“For what?” he searches.

“For everything. Being there . . . being here,” I say, sliding my hand down his back and squeezing his ass.

Joe laughs at me while his mouth takes mine and his hand shifts my leg over his hip, pulling me as close as he can get me. Despite my attempt to take his clothes off, Joe fights to keep them on. Our heated embrace continues and when he realizes that I’m not going to give up, several of his fingers caress over my sex.

“Yes,” I moan. My legs part further, allowing him better access.

Joe’s fingers slip behind my panties and circle my nub several times before penetrating me sex. “Shhh,” he instructs.

My teeth capture my bottom lip to stiff my noises as Joe’s lips run along my neck.

“I shouldn’t let you cum,” Joe says after a while, getting me very close.

“Why?” I whine.

“You were naughty,” he chuckles.

“No,” I gulp my objection.

“Yes,” he presents. “You were flirting with my brothers.”

“It . . . meant nothing,” I pant. “I did it . . . to through them off.”

“From what?” he asks, continuing to deny me release.

“From knowing about us,” I confess, whimpering.

“You seemed to enjoy it,” he mentions.

“A little,” I admit. “Only . . . .” I can’t finish my statement when his fingers stop.

“Only?”

“Only . . . because it bothered you,” I share.

“You encouraged them,” he charges.

“I had to be convincing,” I claim. “Or else they, Jimmy and Allen wouldn’t have believed me.”

Joe’s hand resume their task, but deliberately moves so I can’t cum. “Did it turn you on?”

“What?” I whimper, desperate to finish.

“Seeing that it bothered me?” he explores.

“No,” I lie on a huff.

“Naughty,” Joe returns.

“No,” I object.

“You just lied,” he replies. “So, you are being naughty.”

“No,” I pant.

I have to admit, there was a little thrill when I saw the look on his face when I kept encouraging Tony and Thomas to flirt with me. I’m not interested in playing those kinds of games, but it’s nice to confirm how he feels — it validates my suspicion from how he reacted when he saw Chris’ and my hands together at the premier.

“Tell me the truth,” Joe directs with his sexy voice. He wiggles his fingers and then stops.

“A little,” I confess.

Joe’s fingers continue to tease me, but refuse to let me climax.

“Please,” I whimper.

“What?” he chuckles into my neck as he licks it.

“Please,” I groan. “I want to cum.”

“You sure?” he checks with a devilish tone.

“Yes,” I affirm.

Joe’s fingers pause as he suddenly shifts and pins my arms above my head. He laughs at my protest.

“Please,” I beg. “I want to cum . . . for you.”

A moan escapes Joe’s throat at my announcement. “You better soak my hand.”

“Yes,” I agree, feeling it surfacing inside.

My face turns to the right and my mouth pushes into my arm, desperate to contain the noises rising in volume from my throat. My lungs suck in sharply as the orgasm pours into me from Joe’s teeth tightening on my left nipple. I swear I can hear him chuckle as my body spasms from the euphoria.

“Good girl,” Joe praises as he sucks his fingers. He makes me watch him get every last drop, not offering any to me. His mouth jumps to my sex, slurping up my leftover juices.

“Fuck me,” I beg after his mouth travels up my body.

Joe shakes his head.

“Why not?” I check.