Page 82 of The Gift
“I’m sorry,” I say, guiding her into the stairwell at the last chance, the ping of the elevator hiding the close of the door.
“I take it you’re apologising for making me walk down, how many flights of stairs in these damn heels?” She smiles, and I literally lose all semblance of control, sweeping her up in my arms. She’s no damsel in distress but that doesn’t change anything.
“Did I tell you how fucking breathtaking you look? Bailey, what am I going to do with you?”
She wraps her arms and legs around me like a koala.
“Hopefully claim me. Are you okay now?” she asks, and it’s not teasing, it’s not mocking.
“Sort of. At least I’m not acting like an asshole anymore,” I shrug.
“I kind of like you being an asshole. You’ll have to do it with Ashton, together, and phew, I’d be one happy girl.”
“Fuck woman, you stink so good,” I tease, nibbling over her pulse. And if I knew all the doors were locked to the stairwell and that we were alone, I’d be pinning her against the wall and feasting on her sunny ripeness, leaving my mark, and claim over every inch of her body.
Instead, she entertains me with her dry humour, whispering in my ear, laughing at my overly dramatic grunts the whole ten flights of stairs down.
“Am I too much for you?” She smirks as we get ready to reach the last flight, wondering why I’ve stopped.
I hold my hand up, and without making a noise she slides out of my arms, holding my arm as she goes to step out of her heels, the echo of an argument coming through the fireproof door.
“Leave them on, in case you have to run.”
She nods, and then stays where I point as I crack the door open an inch, watching Koda go toe to toe with a janitor who refuses to move his big ass van from next to ours. In situations like this, Koda is actually the calmest out of all of us, but push him that inch too far and he snaps. No surprise, we all have that in us, but Koda is a unit unleashed when he needs to.
The guy is wearing a full grey jumpsuit, and while it has the cleaning company’s credentials on the back, he looks dodgy as shit, particularly when he keeps tugging his cap down lower, hiding away from Koda and Ashton. Collectively their body language reads like a chapter in aggression and promised violence.
Bailey shuffles quietly closer, peeking over my shoulder, drawing an angry glare from me. She rolls her eyes when I shoo her back, before digging her hand on my hip and whispering into my ear. “We don’t use them anymore.”
Enough said, I let the door close without making a noise, and then grab her hand and hurry us out the fire escape door into a side alley. Dangerous? Fucking oath, it is. But my Spidey senses are tingling. Of course, Bailey flips everything on its head and steers me towards a different corridor, zig zagging us through dimly lit maintenance rooms before stopping at a fire exit tucked away in a dark corner.
“The other one would have taken us to a door leading out where the car park boom gate is. They would have seen our escape which kind of defeats the purpose. This exit will open to the side street, but it has a guard on it because the paps hover. My thoughts are we do paps over crazy wack job, right?” she says before letting me take the front so I can triple check our exit.
And it’s exactly like she suggested, a burly security guard standing there protectively. He nods, looking around before waving us out.
“You’ve always got such fine timing, Bailey. Gemma Green’s on the carpet,” his deep voice rumbles as he holds the door open for her. All but ignoring my presence. Perhaps it’s our charming fuck-off personalities recognising the same quality in each other, but he deliberately avoids engaging with me, giving me the chance to scope the area, and him.
“Thank you, Hank. One of my skills is impeccable timing. And if I mess up, you’re here,” she laughs.
“Always for you, gorgeous.” He grunts, which I guess is a laugh, but he swallows the noise when my eyes laser on the big fucker.
“Do your fucking job,” I snap, grabbing her hand and glaring at him.
“Whoa. He means thank you, Hank,” she says, digging her nails into my hand as I bundle an arm around her and walk like one of the president’s CIA officers, flanking over her as we make our way behind the flashing cameras, completely undetected.
“You need me to remind you whose dick you had in your mouth a few short hours ago?” I hiss as we cross over the road without the paps even realising the biggest star here tonight is behind them.
“Gods, yes please. Have I told you I love this bossy side of you,” she fucking purrs back at me, looking at me through her eyelashes, a devilish smile on her painted red lips.
And despite all the danger that could be lurking around us, my feet glue to the pavement and I look at her stunned. Gobsmacked. Tongue fucking tied. Hard as a rock.
“Come on,” she says, swaying on me, her tits pushing against my chest. “You being a dick to everyone is a huge turn-on. I never expected it, you were not like that when I first met you. And now, especially tonight, I’ve had to watch you ready to slay the world for me but holding back. You put your fingers in my pussy and you’ll find out for yourself what it does for me.” She rambles, her eyes blown, her scent starting to tease me again.
I shove my fingers between her lips. It’s that or I have my cock in her mouth, and yeah that won’t work right at this minute.
“You’re edging me to rut, Bailey,” I say, pumping my fingers between her lips, her eyes drooping low.
She sucks on my fingers instead of answering. “Koda’s wound up so tight he can’t be around you or he’ll snap. Ashton and Reno are the same. You’re deliberately pushing us to act when you wanted time.”
