“That’s it,” he praises. “Look at how good you take me.”
Before my heart can soar from his words, his warm mouth is wrapped around my nipple and sucking. My entire body bows off the bed, but he just fucks me harder, his movements becoming faster. Every time he fills me, he grinds against my clit and stars dance in front of my eyes.
When his teeth scrape along the hard, sensitive peak, I gasp, “Please, more.”
He growls around my flesh like a wild animal who has found the prey he’s been stalking for days instead of a man I just met. There’s something there between us, it wraps around us, a tether which can’t be denied whether we want to or not. A feeling coils in my belly as our pleasure builds to something I know I won’t be able to contain.
And I don’t want to.
The way Bridger is fucking me is different. It’s something I’ve never experienced before. It’s hot and sweaty. It’s messy and so damn surreal. But it also feels natural; right.
I wasn’t aware anything could feel like this.
My soul starts to spiral, our bodies moving together and climbing. Higher and higher. Every time our skin meets, the sound of it echoes through the room. I ride an edge I didn’t know existed.
Teetering.
Holding on by the skin of my teeth because letting go means flying when I’m not sure I have wings.
Then Bridger bites down on my nipple and the world stops with that bite of pain shooting along my nerves. And I crack.
Right down the center of me.
My pleasure shatters and all I can see is white and all I can hear is a strangled sound that comes from deep in Bridger’s chest. It rumbles and reverberates. It catches and cradles me.
He thrusts inside of me once, twice, on the third he pushes as deeply as he can and roars out my name. I feel it in my bones; the calling in the way his voice echoes in the room. As much as I try to hold on, my body goes limp.
But Bridger is right there.
He pulls out of me slowly and then I feel his body tense.
“Fuck,” he grunts lowly, an edge of panic in his voice. It should have me on high alert. I’m sure it would if I had any control over my limbs at the moment. “Shit, the fucking condom broke.”
My eyes shoot open and now I can’t fill my lungs for an entirely different reason as I notice the warmth I feel spreading through me. I thought it was the afterglow, but it’s not. It’s him, his cum.
I swallow hard and meet Bridger’s worried gaze. Thinking right now is almost impossible, but I force the words out, hoping they’re true. “It should be okay with, you know,” this is awkward as fuck, “where I am in my cycle.”
Bridger’s shoulders slump and I blink, the movement long; too long. The next time I blink, Bridger is gently cleaning between my thighs, his eyes still filled with concern.
And then I’m out for the rest of the night and feeling safer than I have in as long as I can remember.
CHAPTER 5
PRESENT DAY
BRIDGER
“Please, more.”
The echo of Avery’s voice in my head is like a mirage stretching back into my memory, and in front of me like a temptation I was never meant to give into. I haven’t been able to forget a second of our night together, not that I’ve tried very hard to do so. Still, it’s clung to me in a way no other night I’ve spent with a woman has before.
When I woke up the next morning in the hotel room, I was alone while her vanilla and cream scent wrapped around me. I’m not sure what I was expecting. I took her to a hotel room and fucked her until she passed out with a satisfied little smile gracing her lips.
We didn’t talk about anything more than one night together. Hell, we weren’t expecting more. It was written all over us in a way that couldn’t be disguised under the dim lighting of Aces.
I shouldn’t have felt any type of way when I woke up alone. But I did. Disappointment and annoyance were on the front lines like they were marching into battle. That was after the sliver of hope I kept in my heart was snuffed out as the morning light filtered through the slightly parted curtains and I hadn’tfaced reality yet.
There are times when you wake up slowly, like you need a moment before you face the day. It’s a slow draw as sleep fades and reality settles in. Then there are times when everything snaps into focus, and you can’t help but recognize how everything has shifted.
