Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(48)

“Seriously, I’m good,” I lie.

Joe doesn’t say anything. Instead, he scoops me up and carries me to the bathroom. “Take it out,” he commands after setting me down.

“What?” I say shocked.

“Your cup,” he expresses.

“I know what you meant, but no,” I argue.

“Either you take it out or I will,” he directs.


There’s that confident, authoritative tone that riles me.

I don’t say or do anything, amazed by the moment and his words.

Joe takes a step toward me. “Take it out, or I will.”

I stand speechless.

Joe takes another step toward me, but this time I’m able to take one back.

“I’ll get it,” I announce.

Neither of us move.

He moves closer.

“I need some privacy,” I blurt nervously.

Joe studies me for a moment. He turns and places himself most of the way out the door, keeping only his right leg and arm in.

“What are you doing? Close it.”

“And let you lock me out, no way,” he contends.

Shit. He knows me too well.

“No peeking,” I direct.

Joe turns his head, facing the bedroom.

I turn on the sink, but it’s not loud enough to drown out any noises, so I turn it off and head to the shower.

“What are you doing?” Joe questions, popping his head back in.

“It’s weird knowing you can hear me,” I explain.

A smirk forms on Joe’s face.

“No peeking,” I instruct, gesturing with my finger for him to look away.

Once Joe’s head is on the other side of the door, I quickly sit on the toilet. Removing the cup, my body nervously pees once it’s out. After flushing the toilet, I rush to the sink and rinse it out.

“You done yet?”

“Don’t rush me!” I shout.

I hear a faint laugh over the sound of the shower.

Placing the cup back in it’s little bag in my toiletry case, I take a moment to catch a few deep breaths before announcing with a shaky voice, “Okay.”

Joe turns his head, inspecting me for a moment before entering. He moves slowly toward me as if trying not to scare me. “Where’s B.O.B.?”

“What?” I reply.

“Did you bring him along?”

“Y . . . yes,” I apprehensively admit.

“Get him,” Joe requests, brushing his knuckles lightly on my cheek.

“Wh . . . Why?”

Joe says nothing, but the smile on his face reveals everything.

Despite my trepidation, my body sharply turns around and gets the bag that houses B.O.B.. I try to be as discrete about it as I can since Master P and a few others are in there too. Right as I get the bag zipped shut, I feel Joe’s hand lightly trailing down my spine. Tingles spread throughout my body, causing me to shiver. More of Joe’s body is against mine, and the warmth from his skin is comforting. Our eyes meet in the mirror before mine stay fixed on Joe as he sweeps hair off my shoulders and lowers his mouth.

Once his lips journey down to my shoulder and back up my neck to just under my ear, Joe whispers, “Ready?”

I wave my head, not sure if I am.

With a soothing smile, he takes my hand, directing me toward the shower. Before I get the chance to turn around once inside, Joe’s hands guide my hips back until our bodies are fully touching. His left hand directs my face to turn and kiss him while his right caresses each breast and nipple. Joe peels away from me, just far enough to kiss me from my shoulder all the way down to my rear. When he stands back up, one of his hands is manipulating my nub and the other gently guides me forward, placing my breasts a few inches from the tile wall. He steadies us both with his right hand, as his left continues to circle my clit. My body immediately responds, rocking back and forth with his movements, pressing my ass into his groin repeatedly.

Needing more support, my hands rest on the wall. Two seconds later, I feel Joe’s hand tugging at B.O.B.. My hand nervously grips tighter for a moment, not wanting to let go. The desire for him to enter me arises, but the idea still frightens me. My mind drifts to images of him taking me like this, from behind, causing my arousal to heighten until an orgasm floods my body.

Not letting me catch my breath, Joe has B.O.B. vibrating on my sex. Joe moves B.O.B. around, teasing me as he listens to each whimper like he’s learning which spot to hit. He uses B.O.B. to get me close, but the need of him inside me denies me of release. Joe laughs each time I groan and whine when the orgasm falters.

“Do you need more?” he sweetly checks.

Not wanting to admit that I do, I remain silent.

“Emma?” Joe coaxes. “Do you need more?”

“Yes,” I lightly breathe out.

Joe’s fingers cautiously tease the rim of my opening, and a loud gasp of pleasure reveals itself from my mouth. I find myself moaning when he takes them away.

“More?” he searches.

“Yes,” I mumble a little louder.

My left hand grabs onto Joe’s wrist to steady both his hand holding B.O.B. and myself when his fingers slink into my cave. Joe presses himself more into me, supporting us both as my body rocks, desperate to cum. I moan, frustrated at being at the constant state of release, but never achieving it.