His fingers gripped my waist, and he urged me to keep moving. My body was on autopilot, and my orgasm rushed over me.
Pie moaned and pressed his mouth to mine. I sucked on his bottom lip, and his hands dug into my hips. “Fuck yes.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deep.
“God damn, Bri,” he whispered. “How the fuck do you do that to me?”
I smiled against his mouth. “I guess I like riding.”
“You sure the fuck do, babe.”
I laid my head on his chest, and he reclined until his back touched the side of the tub. “I think I need to use this tub more often.” And for the record, I wasn’t too big for it. Even with Pie in here with me, I wasn’t even touching the sides of the tub and there was plenty of room for me to stretch out.
“That sounds like a damn good idea, babe.”
I sighed and closed my eyes. “Can we just lay here for a second?” I asked.
Pie chuckled. “My legs are pretty much Jell-O right now, Bristol. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good,” I whispered. I needed to just enjoy the moment. I liked being here with Pie, and that was all I was going to think about.
“But give me fifteen minutes, and we’re gonna test out your bed next,” he promised.
I opened my eyes and tipped my head back to look at him. “Deal.”
*
Chapter Nine
I know…
Pie
Bristol snored gently next to me with her arm draped over my chest and her head on my shoulder.
We had thoroughly broken in her bed—twice—and even snuck into the kitchen to have ice cream and leftover cookies from lunch. Now Bristol was passed out, and I didn’t think she was going to budge until morning.
After every time I fell into bed with Bristol, I wondered how I got so lucky.
How did this beautiful woman think I was good enough to even look at her, let alone share her bed? Bristol was the thing wet dreams were made of. Lush breasts, thick thighs, and the face of an angel. She was fucking perfect.
Way too good for me.
Bristol was a chef who lived in the lap of luxury. As if she would want to trade this all in to ride on the back of my bike and fall into my shitty bed every night.
I sighed and stared up at the ceiling.
Bristol deserved a better life than the one I could give her.
She deserved the kind of life that Marco could provide.
I needed to get out of here.
Every time I stayed the night, I was only fooling myself into thinking that Bristol would want me for anything more than a quick, dirty fuck.
I rolled out of bed, careful to not wake her, and grabbed my jeans from the floor.
I had to stop doing this. In the end, I was only going to get fucked over, and not in the good way that ends with Bristol and me naked.