Chapter 11
We have a lively conversation with Cara about John's boats and crabbing during dinner. Cara has not been so talkative in quite a while. She actually smiled! Emily sat back and listened for most of the dinner, speaking only when spoken to. I watch her as she sits quietly, almost sulking.
"Mom, may I be excused? I have homework to get to." Emily asks as she grabs her plate.
"Sure, honey. You know I don't mind."
She takes her plate to the sink and goes to her room. I watch after her worried about her. Call it mother's intuition, but something is wrong with her. I fear that she is too traumatized after seeing her dad dead on the floor. Making a mental note to call my therapist first thing in the morning, I reach for another helping of pot roast. John wraps his arm around the back of my chair and I settle back to enjoy the rest of our meal.
"Ok, mom." Cara says as I finish my second helping and she grabs my plate. "I have a surprise for you. Close your eyes! NO PEEKING!"
As she walks to the kitchen, I chuckle and oblige my oldest. She walks back to the table and John leans forward and sniffs the air.
"Alright, mom. Open your eyes now."
I open my eyes to see my favorite dessert sitting in front of John and me.
"Mmmmm…cheesecake!" I grab my fork and dig in. John making appreciative noises as he digs in.
"Bailey, if you cook as well as these girls, I think I will stick around a while longer." He winks and grins his goofy sideways grin.
"I think you will be pleased." I joke as I finish off my slice of cheesecake. "This recipe is mine and I taught them everything they know."
John smiles and finishes off his slice. "Well, you need your rest and I need to get going. I will see you tomorrow. When do you go back to work?"
"I don't know yet. The doc said that if I am healing well, I should be back in a few weeks."
"Ok, I will be back as much as I can. We will be getting the boat ready to go crabbing. I don't want to leave you behind. I am just getting to know you."
I sigh and smile at John. "Don't worry about me, John. I will be fine. You do what you need to do and when you have time to come see me, I will be here…or somewhere. As far as you leaving to go fishing, I was fine before I knew you and I should be fine now. I know your job is dangerous, but there is nothing I can do about you being out there. All I can do is pray for your safety and go about my day here. As far as my safety, I have made friends here and I have Nick if I need anything. You just worry about getting your catch and coming back safe. Deal?"
"Deal." John smiles and leans in for a kiss before heading for the door. He turns back midway. "Do you need my help getting to bed?" He says with a mischievous glint in his eye.
"No, I am fine. I am going to talk to Cara for a while. If I need help, she will help me. Thanks though." I say as I catch on to his ploy, knowing he would take me to my bed and torture me with a long kiss. I grin and blow him a kiss as he grins and turns to leave.
1
The next morning, as I moved around the house and made a phone call to my therapist, I realized I felt much better. My ribs were healing nicely. Since the girls were in school, I decided to catch up on some daytime television before they come home. One show down, and I decide to go see if the paper had been delivered yet. I walk into the foyer and hear something at the door. Reaching for my rifle I had set down by the door, I steady it in my hands and open the door.
"Whoa! You sure know how to answer the door!" John said, clearly startled to see me at the door with rifle in hand.
"Sorry, John. I have been on edge since I returned home from the hospital. I can't seem to believe that Paul is never going to bother us again. It just seems so unreal to me." I sigh as I put the rifle back in its place.
"He's gone, trust me. I saw the coroner pronounce him dead." John runs a hand across my cheek and hands me the weekly paper walking past me into the foyer.
I shut the door behind him and sigh, "Well, I am one lucky girl to see you two days in a row."
John wraps his arms gently around my waist and kisses me. "I know you are lucky! There are a lot of people out there that want to see me more than they do" A slight twinkle in his eyes tells me he is being facetious.
"You know, I could choose to be annoyed by that statement. But I am way to happy to see you. Do you know how long it has been since we have had sex?"
"I think it has been too long. Wait, won't that hurt you? I don't want to hurt you." He said with concern flashing across his face.
"Don't worry about me, I'm a big girl. I will tell you if you are hurting me…" I give him a sexy smile and lead him to the bedroom.
2
As they enter the bedroom, John grabs Bailey by the hair and kisses her hungrily and clothes begin to fly. John finds one of Bailey's breasts and flicks a nipple with his thumb. Bailey gasps with desire and grabs John's shoulders digging in with her nails as he licks and bites the other nipple.
"More, John. More" Bailey sighs as she kisses his neck.
John picks her up and lays her on the bed. Bailey licks her hand and reaches for his cock rubbing slowly. His breath catches and speeds up slightly as he kisses her neck. Shoving Bailey's hand aside, he moves down to her wet core. He licks and rubs until she explodes.
"My turn" John growls in Bailey's ear.
As Bailey's body is still tingling, John settles between Bailey's legs and thrusts deep inside. Bailey cries out in pleasure writhing under him. John stops for a second, concern in his eyes. "I didn't tell you to stop…" Bailey says thrusting her hips up making him enter her even deeper. John smiles and continues thrusting. He reaches down and rubs Bailey's clit while thrusting harder, willing Bailey to cum first. Bailey's breath quickens causing her to frown slightly from the pain in her ribs as she climaxes one final time. Feeling the walls of her vagina tighten and pulse, John lets go and with one final grunt, shudders with his own mind blowing orgasm.
John falls on to the other side of the bed panting. "Wow, I have waited for that for a while" he laughs.
"Yeah." Bailey smiles as her eyes close halfway.
They both fall asleep in sexual bliss.
Bailey woke to John's snoring and turned over in pain. She got up, dressed, and headed for her pain pills. She knew she should have told him she was hurting, but the pain wasn't nearly as bad during sex. Bailey popped a sci-fi movie in the DVD player and settled in hoping the pain would go away soon.
The next thing she knew, John was sitting beside her fully clothed and watching the movie. "Why didn't you tell me that I hurt you?" he turned to her and asked with a little frown on his face.
"I didn't want to stop." Bailey said wiggling her eyebrows. "Besides, in the moment, I couldn't tell how bad my ribs were hurting. I will be fine. I have gone through worse. My dad would just tell my brother and I to "suck it up, nobody cares"." Bailey said with shadows of hurt for a second and then shadows of indifference. John caught the look in her eyes and paused. Bailey knew then that she had said too much. "Stupid pain pills…" she thought as she looked away.
"You have never talked about your family." John says a little surprised. "Why not?"
"Crap!" Bailey thought, closing her eyes trying to force the memories to go away.
"I don't want to. They have no place in my life right now."
"Bailey, please. You can tell me anything."
"I appreciate that John, I really do."
"But? You aren't going to tell me." John says with a sigh of frustration. He didn't like it when people didn't tell him things.
John rose from the couch and started walking to the door. "When you figure out if I am good enough to know about you and your past, then you come find me." He said as he slammed the door. Bailey jumped and winced in pain.
"I don't think I can tell you…" Bailey said to an empty room. "I just can't."