My Real (12 page)

“They are in order from left to right according to my snooze level. Pick your poison,” he say.

I pick a Channing Tatum movie, because who in their right mind would watch anything but a movie with that fine man in it? I hand it to him as I sit on one end with my legs up on the couch. After putting the DVD in, Andrew comes over, picks up my legs, and sits in the middle of the couch with my legs over his. Chase makes himself comfortable on Andrew’s other side.

“So your mom wanted to keep Emerson tonight?”

“Yeah, she doesn’t get to see her that often, so she jumps at a chance for a sleepover. Emerson also told her all about her new best friend, who she met in my bed.”

“Oh my gosh.” I duck my head and throw my hands over it. “Are you kidding me?”

“Nope, I got a good tongue lashing about the whole thing,” he jokes.

“How embarrassing.” I am mortified.

“Nah, don’t be embarrassed. She just likes messing with me. She said she remembered you from when we were in college. I asked her if she could watch Emerson the week you have grad class. That is, if your offer still stands,” he asks.

“Of course. I’d be happy to watch her. I can start Monday if you need me to,” I offer.

“That would be great. I’m going to call the daycare and remove her from the summer program.”

“Shhhhhh.” I say as I lean over and put my hand over his mouth. “We can talk about the details later. Channing’s coming on.”

I was really not interested in seeing this movie. I mean really, what do women see in this guy anyway? I end up watching her for most of it sitting on one end of the couch with her feet in my lap. She is so sexy. I don’t understand how someone who looks like her doesn’t see that she is drop dead gorgeous.

“Can I ask you a question?” I probe.

“Sure, but I can’t tell you why Channing is so yummy. He just is,” she jokes.

“Oh My God! I know. I could just eat him with a spoon,” I joke in my best valley girl voice. She smacks my arm for making fun of her, and we both laugh. Her laugh is so contagious. It wasn’t even that funny of a joke, but her laugh just makes me want to join her in the fun. I brush her hair behind her ear and look her in the eyes.

“Funny girl. I want to know why you don’t see how beautiful you are.” Her cheeks blush immediately. She is still watching the movie, trying to get out of answering. “I’m serious Bailey.”

“In high school I was painfully shy. I didn’t talk to boys. Ever. So even though I was a cute girl, I never gained any self-confidence, because I thought the reason boys wouldn’t talk to me was because of the way I looked.” She plays with her fingers as she tries to answer honestly. “That shyness and lack of self-confidence carried over to college. I didn’t get attention from boys, so I started to get down on myself about my looks. It’s a vicious circle.”

“What about Dave? Did he never tell you how beautiful you are? You were married to him for ten years.”

“No, not really. In the beginning he was polite, but he never really told me that I looked good. By the end, he just turned cruel and nasty which did nothing for my self-confidence at all.”

Son of a bitch. Are you kidding me? It pisses me off that she had to deal with that for so long. If I had only nutted up, dumped Jessica, and taken a chance on Bailey she never would have gone though any of the shit Dave put her though. I lean up and grab the remote to turn the television off. I sit her up and move in front of her taking her face in my hands.

Taking a deep breath I say, “You should hear every day how beautiful you are. From here on out, you will.”

She shakes her head. She really doesn’t believe me. But that’s okay, she will.

I push her back on the couch and pull on her legs so she is laying flat. I lean down very slowly, watching her the entire time. I pull her tank top up just exposing her stomach. I kiss every inch of her stomach. She lets out a very sexy little moan that instantly makes me hard. She sits up to try and take off her shirt, but I pull it all the way back down.

“Patience.”

“You don’t play fair,” she groans.

She pushes me off her and pushes me back until I am leaning against the couch. She sits on my lap and starts grinding her hips on me. She gives me a sexy smile and crosses her hand in front of her and grabs her shirt.

“I reeeeally want this shirt off,” she growls as she pulls her shirt off painfully slow. She is now teasing me back. When her shirt is finally off, I put my hands on her hips and start to run them up her sides. She stops them and puts them back on my stomach shaking her head at me.

“No touching.” She runs her hands up her stomach and grabs her breasts and pushes them together and moans again.

“Someone is getting happy, isn’t he?” she answers as she rolls her hips again against my growing hardness. She pulls one bra strap down twisting her shoulder toward me and puts her chin on her shoulder then continues to the second strap. Wiggling back and forth her perky breasts sway back and forth beautifully.

She stands up on the couch, one leg on each side of my hips and unties her cotton shorts. Her hips continue to swivel and she bends at the waist to push her shorts down to her thighs. She pulls one leg out catching it on her foot. She topples over on top of me.

“Darn it, I’m such a klutz,” she cries out in embarrassment.

I push her off me, pick her up around the waist, and flip her around onto the couch. I immediately crash into her mouth. She opens her mouth and that’s my invitation to explore. She starts pulling my t-shirt up over my head. Breaking away so she could remove it, I pull her shorts off her other foot then tear my pants and boxers off.

“Bailey, I want you so bad.”

I wrap my arms around her waist and lift her back onto my lap again. She starts to lift her hips up to take her panties off, and I push her back down.

“You’re not going anywhere,” I declare as I rip the panties right off of her. She lifts slightly and moans as she lowers onto me slowly. She pauses on top of me and freezes there.

“You are so sexy. That moan makes me want to explode.” I say between leaving kisses across the top of her breast. I reach around, unhook her bra, and cover her breast with kisses.

“Mmmm,” she hums as she twists to put one breast right in front of my mouth. I lick all the way around where she really wants my mouth.

“Please,” she begs as she starts to move up and down at a painfully slow rate.

“Please what? Say it Bailey. Tell me what you want.” I place my hands on her hips and help her move up and down on top of me.

“Suck it,” she demands.

When I grant her request she rewards me by speeding up her thrusts.

“You are so fucking tight,” I pant.

“Oh Andrew, yes.” Each time I suck harder she speeds up. She slams down on me one last time and then starts rocking her hips rapidly forward and back. Her hands grip the back of the couch as she grins into me faster and faster. I can feel her getting tighter and know she is going over the edge.

She screams and throws her head back in pleasure. As soon as she stops grinding on me, I wrap my arms around her and stand. Her legs are wrapped around me and I’m still hard inside her. I walk us to the bedroom and stand her up in front of the bed. I turn her around and push her shoulders down on the bed so she is bending over in front of me. Slowly, I run my hands up and down her back and stop on her shoulders. I hold her in place and thrust into her in one quick motion.

“Ahh, yes.” Bailey yells out. “Again.”

I thrust into her hard again.

“Harder. Please.” The harder I push into her, the louder her cries become. She twists so that she can put her hand between us. She alternates between rubbing herself and rubbing me. It feels amazing.

“If you keep doing that I’m not going to last much longer,” I inform her. She spreads her legs wider, pushes her hips back into me, and squeezes me harder. That’s it. I’m done. I pump into her as she finishes with a moan, and then I collapse on top of her.

“Fuck Bailey. That was amazing.”

“Uhhhhhh.”

“That good huh?” I laugh.

“Oh yes!”

I stand up and go to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth. Going back into the bedroom, I clean Bailey, slide into bed behind her.

“You’re wild Bailey was showing again,” I inform her. “I like it.”

“Me too,” she admits. “That reach around trick came from one of the books I read.”

“That was a good one. What other tricks do you have up your sleeve?” I ask as I run my fingers through her hair.

“I’m not sure. I may have to go to the book store for some more research material.”

“That’s research I could really get behind.” Bailey chuckles lightly at my bad joke before falling asleep.

I wake up with warm breath on my neck and strong arms around me. I can hear Andrew’s even breaths telling me he is still sound asleep. I don’t want to move, but I want to surprise him with breakfast in bed. I slide out from under his arms and pick up some of the dirty clothes all over the floor and start a load of wash. I’m almost done making the egg omelets when I hear Andrew walk downstairs.

He wraps his arms around me and kisses my neck. “Good morning, beautiful.” I smile to myself. I think he calls me beautiful every time he greets me. A girl could get used to hearing things like that.

“Good morning. Breakfast is almost done. It’s beautiful outside, do you want to eat on the deck?” I ask as I pour us both orange juice.

“Absolutely, what can I do?” he offers.

“Can you just take that tray outside. I’ll be out in one minute.”

I finish the eggs and join Andrew on the deck where he is sitting on the lounge chair. I sit down on his chair facing him and put the plates between us.

“I’ve got big plans for us today,” I tell him as I dig in. “First, we are going for a run.” I giggle when he wrinkles his nose. “Then we are going to shower and you’re going to help me fold wash.”

“Now that’s romantic. I’m such a lucky guy.”

“That you are, but that’s not all. After the laundry is done … wait for it … we are going grocery shopping. Bam.” I throw my fork down and thrust my arms in the air. “Best date ever.”

He laughs and agrees. “Best date ever. But, I’m not a big fan of running. I’m more of a biking kind of guy. Can’t we go for a ride instead?”

Andrew puts the plates on the tray and places it on the deck next to us. Grabbing my mug, I swing around and lean up against Andrew’s chest. I’ve never really spent a lot of time out here. I could easily get used to relaxing out here with Andrew. I could already picture Emerson running around playing in the grass.

“No, sorry, this is my date. We’re running,” I say as I steal a piece of bacon off his plate.

He tries to grab it back from me but I shove the whole thing in my mouth then give him a smile. “Just for that, I’m going running with you and I’m going to kick you ass. You’re just lucky I have workout clothes in my car.”

I get up off the lounge. “You haven’t seen my running clothing yet. You’ll start to love running.” I raise my eyebrows at him.

He races in the house behind me, gets his gym bag, and changes. He is standing by the door stretching before I can even finish the breakfast dishes. When I walk down the stairs in my sports bra and running shorts, Andrew puts his hand on his chest. “My heart is not going to make it running behind you in that outfit.”

“Come on grandpa, let’s go.” I grab his hand and pull him out the door.

We start at a slow pace to warm up and Andrew has no problem keeping up. When I start to pick up the pace, he drops back a step or two behind me. I figure it is because he is watching my backside while I run, but a few minutes into it, I can hear his breath becoming labored. I turn around and jog backward.

“You doing okay back there?” I ask.

“Oh yeah,” he huffs between heavy breaths. “I’m great.” He huff, again.

“You ready to pick up the pace then?”

“You want … to go … faster?” He struggles to question.

“Oh yeah. This is just my warm up.”

He stops dead on the road, and put his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath. I run circles around him while he rests.