Just Breathe Trilogy Box Set (82 page)

Over the course of the week, Joe and I are either at his place or mine having sex. I stay the night at his place Monday of course after the offer to do
bunny style
, but I didn’t let him remain at mine on Tuesday or Wednesday. Anna was very helpful Tuesday morning, taking care of Sadie, which allowed Joe and I to have morning sex. Who knew it could be so much fun?!

Friday morning, I wake in Joe’s bed to the sound of Sadie sniffing in my ear.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Joe greets, closing the bedroom door behind him. He’s wearing nothing but his boxer briefs and a tight t-shirt.

“Good morning,” I return with a smile. “What’s this?”

“I wanted to make you breakfast in bed,” he replies, situating the serving tray over my lap.

“No morning sex?” I pout.

Joe smiles. “There’s still plenty of time for that.”

“There is?” I tease.

“Yes,” he confirms. Joe takes off his shirt and underwear and slips under the blankets.

“Anna made too much food,” I inform.

“It’s for both of us,” he states. “And, I made it.”

A snicker passes my lips. I try to recover, but end up choking a little on my own saliva.

“What’s so funny?” Joe asks, taking a bite of the turkey bacon.

“Nothing,” I counter.

Joe leans in, puckering his lips and I gladly give him the kiss he’s requesting. “I do know how to cook.”

“Of course you do,” I agree sarcastically.

Joe eyes me, but refrains from commenting. We eat everything he prepared; two eggs each, sunny-side up on top of buttered toast with cheese, fruit smoothie and a side of breakfast potatoes. Once we finish, we snuggle with Sadie for about twenty minutes before venturing into the shower.

“How long have you been using Morrocco Method products?” I inquire.

I’ve never seen them in his shower before Monday night.

“Awhile,” he admits. “Why?”

“Why did you start using them?” I inspect.

With a smile, he answers, “I’ve been reading a lot of the things you have on Naturally Me.”

“Really?” I say more surprised than really questioning.

Joe grins and slips his fingers between the crease of my sex and my legs shake a little at his sudden movement. “Looks like we’re still good to not have to use condoms,” he mentions casually.

“How would you know that?” I peruse.

Joe lifts his fingers to his mouth and sucks the little bit juice off them and my sex drivels. “I’ve done my own research since you wouldn’t clue me in,” he confesses.

“Joe,” I whine.

“I told you I want it to be just as much my responsibility as yours,” he reminds.

I don’t say anything, dumbfounded by his confidence.

Joe pulls me close, sharing his tongue with me when our mouths meet. It doesn’t take long for my brain to shut off from the logical dialogue it’s having and my primal urges to take over. Joe barely has to touch me and my body instantly surrenders, wanting more satisfaction from our bodies uniting. God, all he has to do is give me one of the myriad of his looks and my pussy becomes immediately wet and ready for him.

Wanting to take charge, my body drops to the floor, my knees burning from the force of the slate hitting them, and I stuff my mouth with his half-mast cock. I shove him deep into my throat, able to take him whole, all the way to the base until the third pump when he becomes fully erect.

“Fuck, Emma,” Joe huffs. His hands grip firmly into my hair.

My left hand fondles his balls while my right holds his shaft steady as I lick and suck him off until he cums hard in my mouth, causing some of his release to drip past my lips. His cock twitches on my belly as his mouth slurps up any leftovers I’m willing to surrender. I peel myself away from him and squeal when his hand smacks my right butt cheek. My body freezes with delightful arousal.

“Naughty,” Joe whispers in my ear as he wraps his arms around me from behind, pulling me into his body.

“What?” I feign, giggling at this new level of sex talk and play.

Neither of us have said many dirty things to each other.

“You had control last night,” he reminds, nipping my ear and squeezing my left nipple.

“So,” I moan. “I was just giving some gratitude.”

“For what,” he inspects, teasing my body more with his hands.

“For the yummy breakfast in bed,” I reveal.

“Is that so?” he questions, gliding his hand over my sex.

“Yes,” I pant, wiggling my ass over his erection.

Joe pulls away and smacks my ass again. “No, you don’t,” he announces.

My body freezes as tingles scatter through my body. I can smell my own arousal as my sex drools over the stinging he’s offered a second time to my ass. My hands slide down to my nub, circling it a few times as I look over my shoulder to see if he’s watching.

Joe snatches my wrists. “Oh, no you don’t,” he says. His hand strikes firmer on my rear and all I can do is moan and giggle. “You like that?” Joe questions.

I don’t reply.

Do you like it when I spank you?” he inquires with his breath sweeping across my cheek.

“No,” I giggle.

Keeping my hands secure behind my back, Joe’s free hand cups my sex. He grunts when his fingers slip around in the moisture. “Tell me the truth,” he says.

I stay silent.

Joe’s fingers gather up more juice before I hear him lapping it up next to my ear. I turn my head to get a taste, but he denies me access. A groan escapes my throat when Joe smacks my ass again and checks between my legs for the moisture that leaks from it.

“Yes, you do,” he confirms with the hint of shock and excitement in his voice. “Tell me the truth and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Promise?” I whimper.

“Promise,” he agrees.

“Yes,” I pant.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes,” I gulp. “I like it.”

“Like what?”

I groan before answering. “I like it when you spank me.”

“Do you want me to spank you again?” he asks.

I can hear the smile in his tone.

“Yes,” I confess.

The sting of his hand striking my rear sends shivers through my body as my breath catches in my throat.

“Too hard?” he checks.

My head shakes before I’m able to speak. “No.”

Joe’s hand lightly caresses the skin where his hand just smacked and then sends another round.

“Fuck,” I whimper.

“Sorry,” Joe quickly apologizes.

“No,” I reply, shaking my head. “I liked it.”

Joe kneels behind me, keeping my wrists locked as his lips gently soothe my burning skin. “More?” he asks.

“Yes,” I answer.

Joe’s mouth bounces across my right cheek three times before he nips at my left. Two seconds later, my left ass cheek rings from the pleasurable sting. His cooling lips return to my skin as his fingers swirl around the puddle collecting at the ridge of my sex.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Joe informs.

The next thing I know, the shower is on and Joe has me pinned between him and the glass shower wall with my back to his chest. He presses on my inner thighs for me to spread my legs a little, but I lift my right foot to rest on the small seat in the corner. My hands are free, stabilizing me as my breasts cling to their cage. Joe seeks my mouth and I willingly offer it.

“Fuck me,” I beg.

“
Bunny style
?”

I giggle at our term before answering. “Yes.” A whimper escapes my mouth when Joe’s hand strikes my left cheek.

“You sure?”

“Yes,” I clarify.

Joe circles the tip of his cock along my rim. “Ready?”

“Yes,” I groan.

“Should I spank you more?”

“Maybe,” I say unable to choose.

Joe laughs in my ear. “Which one, beautiful?”

“I don’t know,” I admit.

“You have to pick,” he insists.

“You choose,” I suggest.

“No, beautiful,” he counters. “You have to tell me what you want.”

“I want you to make me cum,” I huff.

“That doesn’t tell me how you want me to do it,” he deviously replies.

“Spank me,” I blurt. “Then, fuck me.”

“Gladly,” Joe answers. His hand slaps my ass.

“Yes,” I grunt. My forehead presses into the glass. “Again.”

He strikes me three more times, randomly between my cheeks.

“Fuck me,” I command, needing him inside.

Joe’s cock slips in effortlessly because of the excessive moisture.

“Yes,” I whimper.

“Fuck, Emma,” Joe groans. “I love the way you feel wrapped around me.”

“Yes,” I huff.

Joe holds my hip right at the bend of my right leg as it’s still propped up by the seat. He has me so worked up from the spanking that an orgasm explodes within me right away. Our mouths unite over my right shoulder as he continues to pump into me. I guide his left hand up, directing it to grab my hair. Joe lets go instantly, placing his hand on my shoulder.

“No,” I correct. “Here.” I return his hand to my hair.

Joe follows my lead, but after a few seconds his grip loosens.

When I groan my disappointment, Joe tightens his grip and pulls down.

“Yes,” I reassure, whimpering. “Fuck . . . Joe.”

“Cum for me, beautiful,” he directs.

“I’m . . . so . . . close,” I announce.

Joe’s thrusts quicken and his hands grip more firmly on my hip and hair.

“God . . . Joooooooe,” my voice squeaks when the orgasm roars.

“Fuck,” Joe groans. His paces hurries and subsides after about twenty seconds.

We stay pressed against each other for a few more seconds until Joe turns me to face him. He seeks my mouth and our bodies mold to each other’s.

“That was hot. You’re hot,” he comments.

I look away, blushing at his statement.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

I shrug my shoulders.

“Whatever you like, I want to know, Emma,” he says. “I want to please you in every way that you want it.”

“What do you like?” I redirect.

“All of it with you,” he says.

“Joe, that’s not an answer,” I chide.

“I get off by watching and hearing you get off,” he confesses.

“You know what I’m saying,” I scold softly.

With a smile, he offers, “We’ve got plenty of time to explore both of our fantasies and desires.”

“What makes you think I’ll let you stick around that long?” I tease.

Joe offers a wicked grin as his answer.

When we get dressed, Joe asks, “Do you have plans for the day?”

“Why?”

“Because, I was hoping you’d stay,” he admits sheepishly.

“What?” I gasp in shock. “Why?”

“We do have fun together even when we aren’t having sex,” he mentions.

“I have some work I need to take care of,” I say with half truth.

“You can work here,” he suggests.

Looking for an escape, my mouth blurts, “I need some things that are on my main computer.”

Joe has a look like he doesn’t completely believe me, but isn’t willing to push the issue. “Can I see you later?”

I debate with the idea. “You’re going to see me tomorrow with our friends.”

“So?”

“So . . . I don’t know,” I return.

“Think about it,” he coaxes.

“Fine,” I assure. “I’ll think about it.”

Taylor texts me fifteen minutes later that he’s arrived and is waiting in the valet area for me.

I still think it’s ridiculous that I need to be driven back and forth between Joe’s and my place, but I stopped arguing with Joe about it around the third time. He was very insistent and his calm, authoritative tone is distracting — it’s a turn on.

Early Saturday morning, my friends and I take a trip out to Palm Springs for a short getaway. Once we get settled in our rooms, Jared and Nathan round us all up for a day out in the sun. After piling into three different cars, with three more behind us filled with bodyguards, we head out onto the road to an unknown destination. I try to pry with questions, but no one will reveal anything. Twenty minutes later, we pull up to an indoor-outdoor family fun center that has bumper cars, a game room, go-karts, miniature golf and a rock climbing wall.

As the staff greets our party, I quickly realize that Jared, Nathan and Joe have reserved the entire place for us for the late morning. We get to act like kids for the next few hours without the prying eyes of the general public.

Once we’re briefed on where everything is, I ask about the rock climbing area.

“We’re not doing that today,” Nathan informs me as we walk in the opposite direction.

“Why not?”

“We have other plans for you,” Jared reveals.

My heart sinks a little when my brain comprehends their intensions. “I want to go back to the hotel.”

“Come on,
Kitten
,” Jared pleas.

“This is not fair,” I contend.

“It’ll help,” Maggie suggests.

“No,” I protest as my eyes fall upon the bumper cars.

“We’ll ride together and you can drive,” Jared offers.

“No,” I repeat.

Jared pulls on my arm, but I yank away. Suddenly, someone scoops me up from behind and lifts me across the rink.

“Let me go,” I command.

“No,” Nathan argues sternly, holding more firmly as I squirm.

“What?” I mumble.

Nathan lowers me into the passenger seat and Jared hooks me in.

Panic rises inside me and I’m unable to fight the tears forming in my eyes. “Jared, please,” I beg.

“Jared, maybe you shouldn’t force her,” Pop-Pop states.

“Jared,” I plea. My body is frozen from shock and fear. I can’t move.

“You sure we should force her?” Joe questions nervously.

“Jared, you’re scaring her,” Pop-Pop tries to reason.

“Jared, please don’t make me do this,” I sob. “Please.”

Jared finishes buckling himself in and takes my hands. “
Kitten
, do you trust me?”

My head furiously shakes at what’s about to happen and I gulp for air to speak. “Yes, but . . .” I mumble as he wipes the tears away.

“I won’t let anything bad happen to you,” he reassures. “I promise.”

“Please,” I beg again, hoping that he’ll listen.

Jared ignores my pleas, wrapping his arm around me as I continue to cry and beg.

“Jared, please,” I continue. “Please don’t make me do this.”

Jared, Nathan and Maggie have tried to get me to ride bumper cars and go-karts in the past, but I’ve always been too afraid — panic attacks ensue each time. They look too much like a car with less padding and coverage. I hate riding in cars, but I’ve been able to adapt — sort of. Whenever we’ve gone places where they had these contraptions, I’d always sit to the side and watch them have fun.

I squeeze my eyes shut, duck my head behind Jared’s shoulder and grip his arm, not wanting to see anything. A scream leaps from my throat when the car jolts from being turned on. “I fucking hate you,” I shout.”

“No, you don’t,” Jared challenges.

“Yes, I do!” I shout.

Jared wraps his right arm around my waist.

Our bodies are hurled through the air and my nerves continue to tremble as I slowly begin to hear my friends laughing and shouting. No one bumps into us, and when I eventually look, I see that Jared avoids bumping into them.

“Look out!” I scream, ducking into Jared’s chest. Nathan almost collides with our car.

“Come on, Emma,” Jared coaxes. “I need your eyes. You got to tell me when they’re coming up behind us.”

“Nice try,” I scold. The sound of a car colliding with something catches my attention and I yelp.

“See,” he mentions. “I need you to warn me.”

My eyes pop open a little and I can just barely see over the back of the car. “Maggie at seven o’clock,” I announce.

Maggie’s car skims the edge of our vehicle as Jared jerks the steering wheel, forcing us to bolt in a different direction.

“Don’t stop,” Jared encourages. “What else do you see?”

Popping open, my eyes confirm Joe trailing us. “Joe’s at our six o’clock,” I reveal.

“How close?” Jared checks.

Joe grins at me and suddenly jerks his wheel to the right, deflecting Nathan from coming at Jared and me. I watch as Pop-Pop and Joanna, who are riding in the same car, collide into the opposite side of Nathan’s vehicle. Pop-Pop and Joe send me reassuring smiles and the tension eases a little from my shoulders.

After a few more rounds of dodging vehicles, Jared inquires, “Who should we get?”

“What?”

“Who do you want to target?” Jared questions.

My eyes scan the people around us and a wicked grin smears across my face. “Nathan.”

“Sweet,” Jared confirms with a devious laugh.

Jared swirls around, avoiding Maggie and Henry and corners Nathan with the aid of Pop-Pop.

“Get him,” Pop-Pop coaxes.

A giggle brushes past my lips as Jared and I head directly toward the front of Nathan’s car. I scream when out our vehicles collide, but the jolt isn’t as jarring as I expect it to be.

“Who’s next?” Jared asks.

“Maggie,” I reply.

“I got your back,” Nathan says, still laughing.

Maggie’s able to avoid us with the temporary help of Henry, but Pop-Pop and Nathan come to our aid to corner her. Jared and I continue to ride around, seeking out targets while getting hit just as many times as we intend to strike others.

“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Jared says, helping me out of the car.

My cheeks hurt from smiling and I shake my head in disbelief. Maggie, Joanna and I head to the restroom before continuing on. Right as we enter the facilities, I bolt toward the nearest toilet.

“Emma, you okay?” Maggie inquires.

Vomit surfaces in my throat two seconds after my face reaches the porcelain rim. I uncontrollably hurl into the bowl several times. Maggie helps by flushing the toilet to rid my nostrils of the horrific smell as she wipes my nose and mouth with toilet paper.

“You good?” she asks once I sit back against the wall of the stall.

“That was fucking horrible,” I shout. “How could you let them do that to me?”

Maggie squats down to a sitting position. “Emma?”

The back of my hand launches at her arm.

“Ouch,” she mumbles. “Did that help?”

“Yeah,” I confirm.

“Here,” Joanna offers, handing me a bottle of water.

“Thanks,” I accept.

Once I’m able to stand, Maggie gives me room to pee. She offers some mints to help with the residual taste of vomit in my mouth before we leave the bathroom.

“You okay,
Kitten
?” Jared checks with a worried look on his face.

I nod, not wanting to expose the contrasting smells and tastes from my mouth.

“She just needed to let out some tension,” Maggie suggests.

“You sure?” Jared searches, holding me by the shoulders.

I nod again, but my hands begin to strike at his arms and torso.

“
Kitten
,” Nathan defends.

“Serves me right,” Jared comments, taking the weak beating that I’m inflicting.

“Can we go now?” I ask.

“Nope,” Nathan sings.

“Fuck,” I mumble. Wincing, I apologize to Pop-Pop and Joanna for my language.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Pop-Pop soothes. “I actually expected worse.”

We all laugh.

“Ready for the next round?” Nathan inquires.

Everyone smiles and agrees but me.

The next form of torture my friends have planned are the go-karts. Jared and I pair up again, being the only two to ride in a two-person car while everyone else rides solo. The fact that we aren’t going to be deliberately bumping into everyone helps a little, but when we take to the track, the tension returns when I realize how much faster we’re traveling over the ground. I keep my face covered most of the time, peeking out on occasion between my fingers.

On our way back to the hotel, we stop off for a late lunch. It takes me a little while to eat, barely starting my meal until everyone else is halfway done. We shower and change when we get back to the hotel before heading out to the casino floor to gamble a little until we have dinner. Pop-Pop and Joanna return to their room not long after dinner and I decide to do the same when my friends choose to extend their evening. Jared and Nathan escort me back to my suite, double checking that I’m okay. I just tell them that I’m tired from all of the excitement of the day and want to relax and maybe hit the spa.

What feels like five minutes later, my body begins to tremble and sob as water pours out of my eyes. I laugh at myself for my uncontrollable need to cry after the trauma, slash fun, I had this morning with my friends. Sadie is not with me, Anna is watching her, which is most likely the main reason for my outburst.

My phone suddenly buzzes and without thinking, I answer it. “Yeah,” my voice shakes and cracks.

“Emma, what’s wrong?” Joe asks with a worried tone.

Sniffling, I mumble a bunch of nonsensical words explaining what’s going on and how I think it’s stupid that I’m crying. Five seconds later, there’s a knock at the door. Not thinking, I blubber into the receive for Joe to hold on while I see who’s at the door. My stinging, watery gaze falls upon Joe’s concerned face as the door opens. Without a word, he steps into my room and wraps himself around me, carrying me to the bed. We lay together not talking until my crying subsides.

“If I knew this would have been the effect, I would never have agreed to today with Jared and Nathan,” Joe admits, wiping away my tears.

“I’m fine,” I object.

“Emma, no you’re not,” Joe argues.

“It’s just a release from all the stress from earlier and other stuff too,” I sniffle.

Joe’s lips find mine. “You sure?”

“I really did have fun after a while,” I confess with a giggle.

“Really?” he probes, not fully believing me.

“Yeah,” I agree. “I kind of regret not trying to drive the things myself. Not that I know how. That’s what I think I’m more upset about, really, than anything else, other than Sadie not being here.”

“Would a late night run help?” Joe asks.

“Yeah, actually,” I admit.

“Good,” he says. “Get dressed and I’ll be back as soon as I’m done changing.”

“Okay,” I agree.

Joe kisses me several more times, hesitant to leave.

“I’m good,” I assure.

I clean up my face and change quickly, eager for a run. Joe knocks on my door just as I’m getting my sneakers on. When we make it to the lobby, Joe turns and looks at me.

“What?” I ask, confused by the expression on his face.

“I had and idea, but I’m not sure if you’ll like it,” Joe replies.

“What?”

With a smile, he questions, “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” my mouth says faster than I would have preferred.

Joe takes my hand and leads me to a car that is sitting at the far left side of the hotel driveway. When we get closer, I see Hunter and Taylor standing next to it.

“Where are we going?” I inquire.

“Do you still trust me?” Joe checks.

I nod.

About twenty minutes later, Hunter pulls up into a dark parking lot. My eyes squint to read the sign that is lit by a dim light at the far end of the driveway. Though it’s dark, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up as the surroundings start to become vaguely familiar.

Taylor opens the door for me and Joe offers his hand. As we get closer to the building, the lights suddenly come on and I understand where Joe has taken me. A small smile creeps across my face and my body shakes with excited anxiety. Looking to Joe, I nod my willingness to move forward.

“Welcome back,” the manager greets, pushing the door open. “I’m glad to see you’re willing to take another shot at it.”

“Thanks,” I hesitantly greet.

“Which one did you want to start on?” the older man asks.

My attention is drawn to his name tag. “Let’s get this over with, Bradley.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he says with a smile.

As we wait for Bradley to get a two person go-kart out from the line, my fist hurls through the air and jabs Joe in his chest. He doesn’t flinch, but I see a small flicker of pain in his eyes when he looks down at the spot where I hit him and back at me.

“That’s for earlier,” I mention. “For not stopping Jared and Nathan.”

“Feel better?” he checks.

My arm punches him again in the same spot. “A little, yes.”

Joe takes the hit like a man, but I can see that I really did hurt him and wince a little after the fact.

“You sure you’re ready?” Joe asks, buckling me into the contraption.

“No,” I reveal. “But, I know I need to.”

Joe nods and then fastens his belt. “I’m going to go slow at first. Let me know when you want me to go faster.”

“Okay,” I agree.

“Gas,” Joe says pointing at the pedal closest to me. “Break.” His hand gestures to the pedal on the left.

“Okay,” I confirm.

“You only use your right foot,” he instructs.

“Why?”

With a sweet smile, Joe says, “If you use both at the same time, you won’t go anywhere and just burn gas and potentially damage the vehicle.”

“Got it,” I comment.

“Hunter will be following us just in case,” Joe mentions. “Count down and I’ll go on one.”

I nod. My gaze stares blankly at the narrow winding road before us. Joe takes my hand and kisses it. Our eyes meet and his expression calms my nerves and shifts my emotions into pure desire. I lick my lips and begin the count. “Three . . . two . . . one.”

Wind whips mildly through the loose strands of hair that don’t fit into my pony-tail as my gaze stays fixed on Joe’s face. My heart races from the adrenaline surging through my veins and heat gathers in my groin. Joe looks over at me on occasion, smiling when our eyes lock.