“I warned him,” is all he says.
It takes some effort, but I manage to sit up and move until I’m straddling his lap. I grind down on him and feel him harden underneath me.
“Bridger,” I whisper as I run my fingers through his hair. “You did this for me?”
His large hands come down on my hips and he holds me in place. “I’d do anything for you.”
“I love you,” the words slip from my lips without fear or reservation.
Bridger freezes and then he blinks a few times. It’s as if his entire being crumples and his mouth slams down on mine. He kisses me with so much passion it steals my breath.
He pulls away only enough to murmur against my lips, “I love you, Sweetheart.” His hand covers my belly and our little girl kicks right where he’s touching me, his eyes soft and filled with love. “You and our little heart are my entire world.”
I nod toward the TV where the reporter is still talking about the Page and Prescott scandal. “You made this happen?”
“Not only did your father upset you, but he didn’t listen to my warning, and it was very clear,” he growls.
I slip off the couch and to my knees in between his thighs. His breathing becomes ragged as I reach for his jeans and undo them. Thankfully, he helps me out and lifts his hips so I can pull his clothes down until his cock springs free.
“What are you doing?” He chokes out the words, but his eyes never leave me.
I wrap my hand around the base of his cock as I lean forward and swipe my tongue across the crown where pre-cum is alreadybeading. He groans just as I part my lips and take him into my mouth.
His fingers dive into my hair as I start to bob up and down his length. I look up at him, loving the way he looks at me with his brown eyes filled with lust and love.
When I pull off to take a breath, my lips brush his sensitive head, “I’m showing you just how much I appreciate you looking out for me and having my back.”
“Always,” he growls.
I take him back into my mouth and his fingers tighten in the strands of my hair. With my other hand, I grip the base of his cock and move it in time with my mouth as I take him to the back of my throat.
“Yes,” he hisses, “just like that.”
Every stroke gets him closer to coming. When I know he’s right on the edge, I roll his balls between my fingers and tug.
“Fuck,” he barks, “Avery.”
It’s the only warning I get before I’m swallowing his cum as satisfaction rolls through me. I love giving my man pleasure.
I just love him.
After sitting back on my heels, I swipe a bit of cum that leaked out with my thumb before taking it into my mouth and cleaning up my mess.
Bridger is up and stripping his pants off completely before I even know what is happening. Then I’m up and in his arms. I yelp and wrap my arms around his neck.
“Bridger,” I protest, without any real heat behind it.
“It’s my turn,” he husks, “but I need to lay you out on the bed so I can worship you properly.”
I point in that direction and dramatically declare, “Take me to our room.”
He chuckles and then spends the rest of the night showing me how much he loves me. How much he craves me. How much he will always put me first.
This man.
He’s everything. My heart, my soul, and the father of our daughter.
It’s because of him that I have a family and a home.
