Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(4)

“I know,” I concur. “Oh, she told me something last night . . . .”

“Yeah? What?”

“You can’t say anything . . . to anyone,” I command.

Joe leans closer, wrapping his arms around my waist while his lips continue to dance slowly across my skin.

“Sure,” Jared returns, slightly confused.

“I’m serious,” I infer the importance.

“Okay. I swear. What is it?”

“Maggie’s pregnant . . .” I blurt.

“What?”

“I know,” I say.

“When did she tell you?”

Jared’s shocked and clearly isn’t processing the whole announcement.

“Last night . . . late in the night. Not long before she and Henry went to the suite.”

“Shit. How far along is she?”

“I don’t know. She didn’t tell me and doesn’t have an appointment with Kim until she gets back.”

“How did Henry take it?”

“I don’t know,” I honestly confess.

“What do you mean?”

“She was supposed to tell him either last night or today,” I explain.

“Is she sure?”

“Yeah. She said she did three home pregnancy tests,” I confirm.

“Damn.”

I know Jared is good with secrets. It’s Nathan and Maggie who have the challenge. We sit on the phone not saying anything for a minute as the news soaks in.

“Call or text me later. Just to check in. Okay?” he requests.

“Of course,” I quickly agree.

Anything to keep him from suddenly showing up.

“Love you, Kitten.”

“Love you.” I wait for Jared to hang up first.

Joe coaxes my body back into him as he lowers us to the bed. We shift and lay together, quietly staring at each other as he twirls a lock of my hair in his fingers. He softly delivers his lips to mine several times, keeping them always touching me somewhere on and around my face.

The need to pee arises as does the awkwardness of what to do now. What am I supposed to do? I’ve never had a guy over let alone spend time with one after having sex. How do I kick him out?

I get up and head to the bathroom, purposefully closing the door. Other than Maggie, Jared or Nathan, I’ve never urinated in front of anyone else. I know that Joe and I have had sex twice now, let alone seeing each other completely naked, but it’s still weird for me. It’s definitely a level of intimacy that I’m not willing to grant.

As my head gets lost inside itself over everything that has happened since last night, I turn on the shower and crack open the bathroom door for Sadie who is whining to be let in. The warm water rushing over my head and down my body is exhilarating. I can practically feel each drop over every inch of my skin. With my back to the falling water, my eyes stay closed as my hands gradually push the water over the back of my head. My sex feels just a little bit sore — a good feeling I haven’t felt in a long time.


The sound of the shower door closing forces my eyes to open immediately. Seeing a naked Joe Covelli standing in front of me is a sight I highly doubt that I will tire of anytime soon. His stubble is more pronounced, making him even more desirable. My eyes delightfully trail the length of his body, wanting to memorize every naked inch of him. The patch of hair streaming from his navel down to his manhood is exactly what they call it — a happy trail. That trail has lead to happiness both last night and this morning. His cock twitches as if it’s saying hello when my gaze falls upon it. Like all of the male model types I’ve slept with, Joe’s pubic hair is finely trimmed, sculpted like a statue. In fact, his entire body is sculpted like a statue.

Once my eyes have soaked up even the sexiness of Joe’s feet, they bounce back up to his face, finding a wicked grin. He takes a measured step closer toward me, closing the gap between us. Joe moves as close as he can without touching me with his body. I watch the beads of water strike his chiseled chest and dance down below his waist.

“Can I join you?” he requests seductively.

“You’re already in,” I reply, stating the obvious.

How could I kick him out now — especially, when he looks so yummy?

The corners of his mouth curl before they move forward to unite with my lips. My body follows his when he pulls away just out of reach. I watch his hand grab something to my right and put it back. Joe guides my body to turn facing away from him. His fingers start to kneed my hips, then my waist, my lower back and then my rear as they slip over my skin. He’s extra careful when his hands circle around to my sex and down my thighs. When he stands back up, Joe targets my shoulders, arms and back before he gently spins me to face him, allowing his hands to explore my abs, ribs and breasts as the suds from the soap spreads more.

My hands explore his forearms, biceps and shoulders. The heat rising within me causes my right hand to fist a handful of his hair, my mouth to seek his and my left hand to search and grab hold of his cock. After one complete, full-length stroke of his half-mast shaft, I’m surprised when Joe backs away. I growl my protest as I reach further to imprison his penis between my fingers. It takes two, slow, long, hard thrusts of my hand up and down his organ before he pulls away again. My mouth seizes his as both of my hands converge to his groin and regain their grip. Suddenly, I drop to my knees and plunge his erection deep into my mouth, tasting a little bit of cum. I should at least get one more fix of Joe before I make him leave.