Page 91 of Hitting the Gap

“Go up and down, lean back, lean forward, swivel your hips.” He rubbed his hand along her thigh. “Use me to make your body feel good.” He held her hips down as he shifted his own. The movement drove her clit against his pubic bone, and she gasped. “You like that?” he asked.

“Mmm-hmm.” She nodded.

He swiveled his own hips slowly to the left, then around to the right, watching Bailey’s face the entire time. Her mouth dropped open. He continued the motion and her breath turned into a pant. He pulled her forward so her breast touched his mouth and he flicked his tongue against her nipple. “See? Just move your body and see what you like.”

“You’re doing just fine,” she said.

He chuckled. “Imagine how much better it would feel if you were controlling the movement, taking what you want, how you want it, just like you did with your toy.”

Bailey’s hips shifted like she was grinding her clit against him, and he grinned. “That’s it, baby, use me to get you off.”

Bailey sat up and pressed her hands against his chest. She pushed herself up till he almost popped out, then slowly dropped back down. He groaned. Bailey smiled, then did it again. Her eyes never left his face as she continued to move her hips in various ways. When she hit something she liked, her eyes widened.

Suddenly, her movements changed. It was like she forgot to be nervous or unsure and became a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. He couldn’t look away as she rode him hard. Her back arched, thrusting her breast forward. Bailey reached up and pinched her own nipples and he couldn’t hold back. He gripped her hips and bucked into her. Bailey’s grunts and moans matched his own. His balls pulled up tight. He was so fucking close. He reached between them and found Bailey’s clit and pressed against it with his thumb. Her pussy clamped down tightly on his cock as she screamed out her orgasm, dragging him along in the wake. Bailey collapsed against his chest and he rubbed his hands up and down her back as he tried to catch his own breath.

“Holy shit,” Bailey mumbled against his chest.

“You’re a fast study Bailey Reynolds.”

“I had an excellent teacher.”

He continued to rub his hands up and down her back. The next thing he knew, she made a little baby snoring sound like she’d fallen asleep. Smiling to himself, he tossed the condom in the garbage can at the side of the bed then shifted her slightly so he could get more comfortable. She sniffled and burrowed deeper against him. Not wanting to let her go, he tightened his arms slightly and drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 21

The following week, Bailey glanced around the nearly empty coffeeshop. No sign of Kia yet. She walked up to the counter and ordered an iced coffee. The barista set the drink on the counter and still no sign of Kia.

With drink in hand, she sat down at a table near the window so she could watch the people walking by. Several minutes later, Kia rushed into the cafe. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” She flopped into the vacant chair across from her. “Max stepped in dog poop and there was no way I was letting him into my car with that on his shoe. Then it became a whole thing.” She sighed.

“Yuck. I didn’t know you had a dog.”

“We don’t. The neighbor does and since Jeff’s front yard doesn’t have a fence, the neighbor thinks that means it’s fair game to let his dog wander over.”

Bailey wrinkled her nose. “Gross. I imagine you don’t live in one of those neighborhoods where it’s acceptable to flick it back in their yard.”

Kia snorted. “No, I don’t think that would go over well.”

“Bummer.”

“Although now that you mention it. I’m sure Jeff would love to tell the neighbor that’s what’s coming down the pipe if he doesn’t start cleaning up after his dog.” Kia pushed away from the table. “I’m just going to grab a drink and I’ll be right back.”

Bailey watched the other woman as she strolled up to the counter. Everything about Kia just screamed cool. From the tattoos to the edgy wardrobe, to the confident way she walked across the room like she didn’t give a shit what anyone thought of her. On the outside, they didn’t look like they would have much in common, but the more time she spent with Kia, the more she liked her.

Kia dropped back into her seat and took a long sip of her coffee. “Ah, now I feel human.” She closed her eyes, still holding her cup up near her mouth after taking a sip. Her eyes popped open and she took another sip before setting the cup down on the table. “Sorry. We have this ridiculous fancy coffee maker that Jeff had before we got together and the thing was on the fritz this morning and I couldn’t get it to work. I’m pretty handy, but I swear you need a freakin’ space degree to operate the thing. I’m digging my regular old Walmart special out of storage when I get home. I don’t care if he likes it. It’s unnatural not to have coffee first thing in the morning.”

“Agreed. I have caffeine running through my veins. I’m surprised they allow me to donate blood.”

“You donate blood? That’s cool. What made you decide to do that?”

“I’ve been doing it for the past decade, ever since my sister’s surgery.”

“Your sister needed a blood transfusion?”

“She needed part of my liver,” Bailey replied. “But when we were going through the process, I learned how much they needed blood, so…”

“Hold up.” Kia held up her hand. “You gave your sister part of your liver?”

Bailey shrugged. Why did people always look at her like that when they heard? It was her sister. Of course, she’d given her part of her liver. It grew back. Why wouldn’t she? “Yeah, she needed it.”

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