The Hat Trick (ON HOLD AS OF 2/17/16)

Chapter Thirty-four: Bailey

So, this chapter turned out very different from how I had first written it. It's a little more intimate, probably rated R? I don't know, I'll let Wattpad deal with that part. Things get a little intense between Bailey and J, I hope that you all enjoy this little scene between them.

PS

This is definitely rated R. Sorry, not sorry.

Brooke

Bailey

"Smalls," a warm, callous hardened hand curved over my hip and up my nightshirt, stirring me slightly though I waved it off. Sleep wasn't something I took lightly and being a college student in my senior year I always ended up on the struggle bus when it came to getting a full night's sleep.

The adventuresome hand smoothed back down my hip curving over my backside, giving the cotton covered flesh a squeeze. "Come on Sweetheart," J's deep voice sounded right against my ear, his lips taking up residence near the same spot. I curled deeper into my pillow in no hurry to wake up despite the gorgeous man behind me.

"Time to get up," he said a little louder the bed shifting beneath his weight. With a quick flick of his wrist he tugged the sheet from my fingers flinging it out of my reach, I drew my knees to my chest even in sleep I was mindful of my bum knee. A light breeze from the sheet being yanked away caused goosebumps to run rampant over my bare legs. God, why did he have to keep the room so cold?

"Too cold," I murmured shivering in just his t-shirt. "Too early . . . let me sleep."

He chuckled at my antics, his fingers smoothing up from my ankle past my good knee to settle between my thighs. My inner thigh muscles quirked at the heaviness of his hand, the coldness in my limbs thawing just from the small action alone.

I rolled over to my back, my eyes still tightly shut my breathing though wasn't as even especially the way his thumb was making slow circles on the inside of my left thigh. His lazy circles grew larger with every heavy breath I drew in, heat pooling at the apex of my thighs just from the one motion alone. When the hand stopped a mewling sound escaped my parted lips, my fists knotting in the fitted sheet beneath me as my hips arched missing his touch.

With my eyes still shut I felt him move over me, my thighs parted on their own accord when one warm hand settled on top of my left leg, the other cupping my hip his upper body settling between my thighs. I arched again when his hot breath blew across my quivering flesh, another sigh escaping. I reached for him, feeling desperate, wanting to run my fingers through his thick hair. He caught my wrists with one hand and gently forced them back down to my sides.

"Keep them there Smalls," a chill raced through me at those firm words. I wanted to disobey and touch him; an overwhelming need to touch him blew through me. I needed to make sure he was real as silly as it sounded.

His words from last night washing over me at the same time, those words were meant to comfort but I still wasn't sure if he had meant them or not. If he had it would mean he truly felt something besides attraction for me, no athlete would give up glory for some girl he lusted after. All through the night I dreamed about those words, I teased myself into thinking he meant every word. He spoke them like he believed in them, I wasn't sure if I should allow myself to believe in them. Second guessing and overthinking are very cruel tools the mind has accumulated over the years.