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And just like that, Bailey Fucking King walks away from. Though I can’t let her go without getting the last word in. “Better keep your nails short, B. You’re going to be needing them,” I shout as she slams the door. Reaching for my discarded jeans, I take out the hot pink vibrator and smiles, before hiding it in my fist.

In three, two, one. The door opens, Bailey standing under the doorway with a hand resting on her jutted out hip. “Nash Bishop, did you steal my vibrator?”

My smile is so wide it almost hurts, but the scowl on her face is so worth the wrath that’s sure to ensue. “Good luck, babe. May the best man win.”

That does her in and she slams the door shut with a loud, aggravated huff.

Flopping down on the couch with my bare ass, I throw my head back, running my hands over my beard in exasperation. Monty once told me I had to figure out whether I wanted to stay in Crossroads before it was too late. Before Bailey ultimately walks away from me.

Right now—and not only because the woman just had my cock in her mouth and gave me the best blow job of my life—there’s nowhere I’d rather be. It scares the living shit out of me to admit it, but it’s the truth. Whatever comes next, I’m ready to face it so long as I get to do it with Bailey by my side.

We both know this is only the beginning—the impending promise of pain, pleasure, and the unknown lurking in the corner. I’m willing to take the risk so long as she takes it with me.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Bailey

Thirteen days. I’ve miraculously held back from bringing myself to orgasm for three hundred and twelve hours. Nash and I have fought this buzzing sexual tension between us, neither one of us wanting to be the one to break first, for eighteen thousand seven hundred and twenty minutes. And counting.

Yet in one fleeting second, my resolve vanishes.

After I desperately dropped to my knees for him—something I never imagined I’d do on command—and took his large, thick cock into my mouth, I thought I was done for. Ruined by him because I know I’ll want no other man as much as I crave him. I’ve already spent a decade of my life pining for him, and now Nash has made me come on two occasions. Not to mention, I’m the most sexually frustrated I’ve ever been in my entire life.

How am I supposed to just stand here, in the middle of a crowded bar, full of hot, single men, with Nash just a few feet away, and pretend like I’m interested in dating?

Billie, Monroe and I spent countless hours planning the perfect event, one unlike Crossroads has ever seen. Brynndesigned a gorgeous flyer and not only did we hand it out around town, we posted it through Billie’s social media—since she’s the only one of us with enough following to make a difference.

During a drunken night four years ago, when we went out to some karaoke bar in Tennessee, Billie jumped on stage to give her sweet rendition of Strawberry Wine. Of course, she was incredible, shocking the entire bar, and someone recorded her. The video instantly went viral. Though that was no surprise, because I know Billie has an amazing voice, one she’d probably go very far using if she only gave herself a chance. Needless to say, when people found out it was her, her social media following nearly quadrupled in only forty-eight hours. Now, after four years and countless videos of her singing, covers of songs for all to see, she’s amassed almost three million followers.

Obviously we don’t want that many people showing up, but single locals or folk from nearby towns are sure to make the trip out even if it’s just to see her.

Brynn and the girls walked up and down at the boardwalk near Rivers Bend—even down to Willow Creek and Fairhaven—putting up flyers, hoping to spread the word.

The stage is set. The night is young and full of potential—potential to be one of the greatest nights this town has ever seen, or an absolute disaster. Only time will tell. By the looks of it, things are not off to a good start.

The bar looks incredible. That's not the issue. The girls and I arrived way too early to decorate and set everything up and went all out. Pink, silver and gold balloons, streamers, and a giant backdrop with the words Cowgirls and Casanovas, spelled out in large rose gold balloons. There are themed desserts to accompany the specialty cocktails we’ve crafted for the occasion. It all looks amazing and way better than I expected. Parker’s even put together a special tasting menu inspired by SpanishTapas and our bar staff is passing them around on metal trays for everyone to enjoy.

There’s even a great turnout—at least forty people here, a slight bit more women than males, but that was expected. Locals, out of towners, even a few tourists that found our flyers out on the boardwalk. There are even a handful that saw our post on Billie’s social.

Everyone’s on brand with the theme too. Women are dressed in denim and diamonds, cowboy boots and sparkly hats. While the men—I must say I wasn’t expecting there to be so many good-looking men out tonight but maybe it’s the tight fit Wranglers, that make their asses look oh so good, accompanied by the cowboy boots and hats that turn my legs into mush.

However, none like the man in leather that does me in.

Nash is here, of course, as are Monty and Jase. Camden was supposed to make the trip out, since his wife and he moved further up north for a few months to be closer to her family and sick grandmother, but they’ll be coming down for Thanksgiving next month, so they didn’t think another trip would be a good idea.

Nash looks dashingly sexy in dark blue jeans, a white tee that stretches over his broad shoulders and muscular pecs, and his usual leather jacket. My burning need for release has me about willing to run over to him, leaning so casually against the bar, and jump his fucking bones. Only I can’t be the one to give in first.

This little game we started where we challenged each other, betting who would be the one to cave first, is a nightmare. However, I didn’t know what else to do after he came in my mouth and practically claimed me for eternity by doing so. There’s no way I could ever be with another man now, not when my need for him has tripled since.

But it’s something that needed to be done. After the heated and emotional conversation we were having, Nash cut the tension and provided the two of us with the perfect distraction. I don’t know what came over me when I started throwing the past at him like he was responsible for my stupid feelings of self-worth and doubt. He never made me any promises, never said“Bailey, if you give me your virginity, I’ll stay by your side and love you for eternity”.

If anything, it was the exact opposite. Nash literally made me promise not to fall in love. He even intentionally repeated it that night, knowing exactly how I would respond. It took everything in me to brush it off, pretend like my world hadn’t gone still and his words made me nearly regret what I was letting him do to me.

Though what I can’t regret is having him in my mouth and watching him come apart, knowing I was responsible for the pleasure he was feeling. It was empowering to watch how his jaw tightened, the veins in his neck throbbing to the same beat his cock was as I took it all into my mouth until I nearly gagged from how big he was. I knew our first time had hurt like hell, but I was consumed with so much emotion I couldn’t register it. However, imagining him trying to fit his massive dick inside me now, well, let’s just say the urge inside me is incapable of holding back from sitting right on his lap.

Nash’s chest heaved as his orgasm built inside of him, my mouth and hand never once slowing down as his rough fingers tangled in my hair and pushed me forward to take him deeper. He tasted incredible, salty and clean, bold and perfect. The muscles in his abs contracted as he came, eyes closed, head falling back as he jutted his hot, thick cum inside my needy mouth.

My nails dug into his upper thighs, balancing myself as I sucked every last drop from him. My pussy ached, drippingalong my lace thong as the need in me intensified. I was so eager to come. To feel his fingers, his mouth, and, oh God, I wanted his cock. I need him inside of me more than I need air to breathe.

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