Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(125)

Joe flips us over, placing me on top. When I move to sit up, he pushes my legs wide and guides my upper body down to his. He holds my face as his tongue slips in to greet mine. My breasts stick to his chest and my fingers curl into his hair. Joe’s hands slide down my body, taking hold of my waist as he pumps up.

“Fuck me,” I request.

“No,” he refuses.

“Please,” I beg.

“Not tonight,” he replies.

I groan disappointment.

“I will make you cum,” he states.

“Promise?”

“Yes,” he grunts.

Joe’s pace quickens a little, getting a longer and deeper thrust. My teeth nip at his neck and shoulder and I can feel his cock stiffening. The walls of my cave clench down, becoming more sensitive with each stroke. The orgasm rattles through me, shaking every cell of my body as I force my face into the pillow, stifling my screams of satisfaction.

“Emma,” Joe groans into my neck. “You are so beautiful.”

I’m unable to verbally respond other than to moan.

Joe’s cock hardens more, readying for his release, and another round of pleasure takes over my body. He wraps his arms around my back, pulling me more into him. Our tired bodies cling to each other, desperate to stay connected regardless of the sweat that has gathered between us. When I lift my head, Joe cups my face and kisses me passionately.

“Another first for me,” Joe chuckles.

“What?” I search, not comprehending.

“In the apartment. Last night and tonight,” he shares.

“Seriously?” I say shocked.

“Yes,” he replies bashfully.

“You’ve never brought women back?”

“No.”

“Wow,” I breathe.

“What?”

“How long had it been for you before we started?” I peruse.

“About as long as you,” he reveals.

“So you do have another f*ck buddy,” I comment.

“What? No.”

“But, you said . . . .”

“I meant since you and Chris,” he explains. “What did you think I meant?”

“Me and Maggie,” I offer.

Joe laughs.

“Good thing we just finished,” I mention.

“Why?”

“Because you mentioned Chris,” I present.

“Oh, sorry,” he apologizes. “Did that ruin it?”

“No,” I say honestly.

“Good,” he says with a smile.

I shift so his manhood slides out of me, but I remain laying over him, propping my head up on his chest. Liquid leaks from my vagina, making me squirm a little.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I downplay it.

“What?”

“It’s dripping a little,” I reveal.

Joe chuckles. “Want me to clean it up?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“I’d be happy to,” he states.

“I know.”

Sadie moves closer, placing her head next to mine.

The three of us lay together for some time until the need to pee arises. When I get out of the bathroom, I notice that Joe got dressed — I wonder if he’s cold.

Sliding back under the covers, I pout when Joe doesn’t do the same. “You aren’t going to try to stay the night?” I speculate.

“I didn’t think you’d want me to, not with them here,” he mentions.

“We could be clothed. Say you feel asleep while keeping an eye on me,” I suggest.

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” I say, shrugging my shoulders. “They saw what happened. It would make sense.”

Joe smiles and turns to open the door a little and then slides into my side of the bed, moving me to the middle. He hands me my top and bottoms and I curl into him once I’m dressed. Sadie lays across our laps and sleep falls upon Joe and Sadie quickly with me not too long to follow.





Ninety Six


My sleepy eyes open to a clock displaying that it’s after eight-thirty in the morning. I jolt up to a sitting position and find Sadie just hanging out on the bed with Joe and me. Why didn’t she wake me?


“What’s wrong?” Joe asks in a groggy voice.

“It after eight and Sadie never woke me to eat,” I explain.

“Anna came in earlier and took care of her,” Joe mentions.

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” he confirms. “I was half awake when it happened.”

I move to lay back down with him, but the sound of Jimmy’s voice beyond the door stops me. Joe sits up, molding his body into mine, stealing a kiss before heading to the bathroom. I wait until he’s done to take my turn.

“There you are,” Jimmy sings as I head toward the three of them in the living room.

“What?” I reply, nervous by what his response might be.

“Nothing,” he contends.

Allen snickers as I sit down at their breakfast bar.

“Good morning, Anna,” I greet. “Thank you for taking care of Sadie this morning.”

“My pleasure, Ms. Emma.” She hands me a glass of clay water.