Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(136)
At some point, we end up having a snowball fight. Sadie chases us around, trying to catch the balls before they hit someone or gets some of the leftover from when it sprays off of a person’s body. Everyone goes easy on Maggie with her being pregnant aside from the fact that Henry blocks her from being hit, taking the blows each time. I manage to sneak up on her and smash one on the back of her neck. Maggie returns the favor when I’m not looking as I’m balled over from laughter. When we each try to get the other a second time, we end up wrestling to the ground. Sadie bounces around us barking. As the guys start pegging Maggie and me as we play fight, Sadie starts to lick the snow off our faces.
The sun starts to set, so everyone heads back to the cabin to change and go to dinner. We dine in the main resort restaurant, which is beautiful with a luxurious, rustic style. For as chilly as it is outside, the building is rather warm, most likely due to the giant wood burning fireplace that is in the middle of it.
After dinner, we head to a local bar that is known for good drinks and live music. I continue to avoid Joe as much as I can by dancing with Maggie, Jared, Nathan, Jimmy and Allen. Sometime in the night, Maggie informs me that she and Henry will be heading back to the cabin early — Maggie’s always been horny, but that’s increased exponentially with her pregnancy.
“I’ll go with you,” I reply, eager to keep my distance from Joe.
The weirdness between us has grown and I’m not sure how to fix it. I don’t like us barely talking and I desperately miss his touch. As much as having the keys bothered me, not having them anymore is worse, especially when I see what returning them has done to Joe. He tries to hide it, but I can see the pain in his eyes whenever he looks at me, which forces me to look away in shame for causing him to feel that way.
“You sure?” she checks oddly.
“Yeah,” I confirm. “I’m tired and it would be good to get back to Sadie.”
When we get to the table, Maggie informs Henry, “Emma’s coming with us.”
“Cool,” he replies. “So is Joe.”
Shit. There goes my plan.
Joe holds the door for me to enter the SUV. When I’m halfway in, my gaze falls upon Maggie who’s getting in on the other side. She smiles at me and I can instantly tell what’s going through her mind by the look in her eye. Joe joins Henry in the front and Henry turns on the music, then propels the vehicle forward. Maggie takes my hand and I willingly accept it.
A minute later, Maggie has her seatbelt undone and is on my lap facing me. She cups my face and stares in my eyes, waiting for me to agree. I can tell she needs this, needs me just as much as I do with her — I’m beyond horny, thanks to avoiding Joe for as long as I have.
Not caring about Joe being present and Maggie and Henry agreeing to it, my lips lift to hers as my hands slide up her back. My fingers move across her entire body, squeezing her ass and massaging her breasts while our mouthes dance. My lips move to her neck and trail down to her breasts after she removes her shirt.
“Honey,” she pants, calling to Henry.
“Yes, sweetheart?” he answers.
“Drive slow,” she instructs.
It doesn’t take long for me to get Maggie’s pants off and her on her on her back across the seat. She keeps her bra on while I shift her panties to the side as my tongue sucks her clitoris. My fingers slide into her, teasing her with each stroke.
“You better cum for her,” Henry directs.
“I will,” she moans, rocking her hips more.
A smile dances across my face at hearing the way they speak to each other with ease. My hand makes her cum twenty seconds later.
Maggie springs to my lap quickly as I lick her juices off of my fingers. Her tongue swirls around with mine, desperate to taste as much as she can. When she leans backward, offering her mouth to Henry at a red light, I stick my fingers back insider her.
“Fuck,” she whimpers.
“What is she doing to you?” Henry asks while keeping his lips glued to hers.
“She’s . . .” Maggie pants. She yelps a little when the car moves forward again. “She’s f*cking me . . . with her . . . fingers.”
My free hand grips her hair, pulling her head to one side for my tongue to get to her neck. Maggie bounces up and down over my fingers as I pulse them inside. Her fingers tighten into the back of the leather seats when I manage to free one of her breasts from her bra and bite down on her nipple. It doesn’t take long for Maggie to cum again when I hit one of her special spots.
Once Maggie’s breathing normalizes, she takes my hand from her sex and devours all of the liquid she spilled all over me. Her mouth returns to mine and she eagerly forces my body to turn to the side. I nervously fight for a few seconds, still not sure if I want to do this with Joe sitting up front.
“I want to taste you,” Maggie confesses into my ear. “Make you cum.”
She sees the contention on my face and smiles reassuringly. My head twitches forward slightly, agreeing to let her have her way with me. We kiss for a while as her fingers undo my pants and slide in to play. My hips sway to match her movement as my body becomes more desperate to cum. As good as her fingers feel, I uncontrollably groan at my inability to orgasm. Maggie lifts my shirt, kissing my skin from my chest, past my belly to just above my pant line. I whimper when she removes her fingers from me to take off my pants. Her mouth springs to my sex, swirling her tongue over my clit like a tornado while her fingers plunge into me.