“I’ll send you the info,” Amelia promises me. “Go and grab your snacks and stuff.”
Bridger helps me to grab all of my movie watching favorites. It’s one of the many things we’ve learned about each other over the last six weeks. We’re both quiet as he leads me out to his car and we drive around to find a good spot.
My voice is hesitant, “What do you think about Amelia’s idea?”
Once Bridger parks, he turns toward me and wraps his hand around the back of my neck. His touch grounds me, but it also has my nipples hardening.
“I just want you to be happy, Sweetheart.” His other hand glides over my bump. “I just want you and little heart to be happy. If helping these women helps give you a purpose and some peace, then I think it’s wonderful. They need a voice, and you can help give them one.”
Even with my belly, I manage to launch myself at my man. I press kisses all over his face and my heart soars as his laughter fills the space around us.
“Thank you,” I whisper before I press my lips against his.
He deepens the kiss immediately and only pulls back when we need air and are panting for breath. I almost wish we weren’t at this impromptu drive-in movie because I’m turned on and considering climbing on his lap and taking what I want.
“I know that look in your eyes, Avery,” he rumbles.
I sit in my seat and put on my most innocent look. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He makes a humming sound, and his lips quirk up into a smile so sinful it makes my pussy clench around nothing. When he reaches for me, I go willingly.
I sure as hell don’t stop him when he slides his hand underneath the waistband of my leggings and into my panties. When a finger slides down my slit, I know he’s discovered just how turned on I am.
“You’re soaked,” he groans.
“It’s all for you,” I whisper as I look around.
There is plenty of room between the cars and I’m sure no one can see what we’re doing. I don’t think.
“No one can see us,” Bridger assures me. He leans closer and nips at my earlobe, “I’d never let anyone else see you come apart for me.”
That’s when he twists his wrist and plunges two fingers inside of me while his thumb presses against my clit. I grind my hips down against his hand, already on edge.
The feeling of his thick fingers pumping in and out of me has my head dropping back against the head rest and my eyes closing.
“That’s it,” his voice is low and husky. “You look so damn beautiful riding the edge of your pleasure for me. Are you going to come and coat my fingers in your juices?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
I’m right on the edge, my hips moving to meet each one of his movements. When he flicks my clit, it pushes me right over into pure fucking bliss.
I have to bite my lip to stop myself from crying out.
Once I go boneless in the seat, my chest heaving with every breath I take, he pulls his fingers out of me slowly. I crack my eyes open when I hear him suck my arousal off his fingers. It shouldn’t turn me on, but it makes my entire body buzz like he didn’t just make me see stars.
Bridger leans over the console and kisses me. It’s full of passion and a feral hunger I know we won’t be able to satisfy until later. But I can taste the promise on his tongue, along with myself, and I have no doubt he’ll be worshiping my body later.
I can’t wait.
CHAPTER 19
BRIDGER
When I walk into the ensuite bathroom where Avery is putting on her makeup, I freeze. She’s so fucking gorgeous that I almost can’t stand it. I know she’s uncomfortable at 32 weeks, but, damn, I can’t take my eyes off her.
The dress she has on is a sweater material and clings to her curves, especially her baby belly. I love it when she wears things which show off her bump. Now that she’s free to embrace this pregnancy, she’s done so wholeheartedly. I love it.
Fuck, I love her.
