Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(46)

“Sorry,” he replies. “Did that hurt?”

“No, it just feels funny,” I explain.

He flicks it again. “Good funny?” he questions with a smirk.

“Try it again and you’ll find out,” I threaten.

Joe laughs and we stare at each other in contemplation for a heartbeat while I put my pajama bottoms back on. Without warning, Joe playfully nips at my thigh. I jolt up, springing to action. We spar for a few seconds and Joe gets me locked. The fact that I have clothing on aids to his victory. My hands move to tickle him, but he entraps them.

“Sadie,” I shout, hoping she’ll come to my rescue.

She bounces over, sniffing at my face.

“Get Joe,” I tell her.

Sadie moves away and Joe announces his victory.

“Ahhh!” Joe screams, shifting his hips to the left, trying to divert Sadie from returning to her previous pursuit of sniffing his ass.

I slip from Joe’s grip and pin. “Serves you right. That will teach you to wear clothes around Sadie.”

Joe squirms more when Sadie heads back to his groin a second time. “You win. You win.”

We crawl back under the covers quickly, snuggling into each other once I feel he’s learned his lesson. Joe grabs his phone from the night stand and is quiet for several minutes.

“What are you doing?” I check.

“I want to see what it looks like,” he answers.

“What?”

“Your thing,” he barely explains.

I roll my eyes, realizing what he’s referring to. “Why?”

“I’m curious to how it works and how you get it in there,” he shares.


I watch Joe’s face as he reads. He’s got a very relaxed, contemplative look.

When Joe finishes, he puts his phone back and curls into me more with our faces an inch or two apart. We lay for a long while, not talking, and at some point I recognize what he’s trying to do.

“You’re not asleep,” I announce.

Joe grunts.

“You’re not staying,” I declare.

He grunts again.

“Fine,” I start to get up. “I’ll sleep in your room.”

Joe’s arm tightens around me, restricting my movement. “I want to stay.”

“No.”

“How about you let me stay tonight, and I won’t ask again the whole time we’re here,” he barters.

“No,” I object.

“Please,” he begs.

“No,” I repeat.

“I’m too tired to get up,” he says.

“Like I said, I’ll go to your room,” I remind.

“If you go I go. If you stay, I stay,” he informs.

“I thought you were too tired to get up,” I challenge.

Joe wraps himself more around me. “I’ll behave,” he sweetly offers.

“Right,” I sarcastically reply.

“I promise.”

“You didn’t behave in the tub,” I assert.

“Yes, I did. Besides, you didn’t seem to mind.”

I don’t say anything for a few moments, waiting to see what he might say or do. “Just tonight?”

“Just tonight,” he affirms. “I promise.”

“Fine,” I concede.

Joe shifts to turn off the light and I get up to use the bathroom. He doesn’t question me, but watches closely to make sure I don’t go near his side of the bed for his room key or the main door. I pee one last time and then slip back into the bed.

“Goodnight, beautiful,” Joe’s voice sings.

“Goodnight, Joe.”





Sixty Six


I wake to Joe’s erection pressing into my rear and Sadie’s head on my hip. Sadie and I glance at each other and just stay where we are for a few minutes. Looks like she’s still a little tired from the flight and run yesterday. I shift my leg, which causes Sadie to move and gives me the ability to slide out of the bed. Joe’s arm gently tugs on me while he lets out a groan. I can tell from the way he’s breathing that he’s still asleep.

Making it out of the bed after only two more tries, I quietly shut the bathroom door behind me and relieve myself, clean out my menstrual cup and put it back in. When I return to the bedroom, my hand quickly covers my mouth to stifle a giggle. My body becomes aroused by the sight of a naked Joe Covelli, laying on his stomach with a sheet that has slipped down, exposing most of his round ass. I tip-toe to get my phone, compelled to take a picture — or two. My lips curl inward when Sadie moves and places her head on Joe, right where his ass and lower back meet. Two more photos are taken.

“What are you doing?” Joe questions in a groggy voice.

“Nothing,” I quickly rebut, turning my phone off.

Joe extends his hand out, gesturing for me to come back to bed. After I put my phone down next to his, I take Joe’s side of the bed since he’s in the middle. Barely back under the covers, Joe has me sandwiched between him and the mattress. His mouth finds mine, greeting me warmly before he nuzzles into my neck. He moves his free hand along my belly, grazing my skin. Joe easily finds the edge of my shirt and slips his hand under it, cupping my breast. While shifting more on top of me, Joe pushes my shirt up higher, obviously trying to get it off. My hands fight, pushing it back down. Returning his lips to mine, Joe tries to distract me, which he successfully does, long enough to get my shirt all the way off.