“Hell yes, we do.” Bridger disentangles one of our hands. He brings it between our bodies, being careful not to interfere with me watching us together.
“Keep doing that, Kel.”
“Do what, this? But I thought you didn’t want me to move a muscle?” I clamp my pussy down on his cock.
“Fuck yeah, that you can do.” Thank God for that article I read online about women and using their Kegel muscles. I’m about to put them to the test. His thumb is slick with my desire. My body is coming alive, trembling with need and heightening my pleasure.
“God, Bridger, don’t stop.” I’m so close to coming, and I want him to come with me. “Can we come together?” I ask.
“Hell fucking yes, I’m right there. Take me with you, Kellie,” he grumbles. My pussy clamps down so tight on him, his body jerks but never breaks my barrier. His cum is deep inside me though. I can feel it everywhere, especially when Bridger slowly pulls out.
“Look down, Kellie. I want you to see what you do to me.” My eyes meet his before sliding down the length of his body. His cock is slowly softening, but what he’s looking at is how not only the insides of my thighs are painted with our release, it’s also leaking out of me.
“Bridger,” I moan.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I nod my head in return. The emotions on my face must be showing just how thick they’re clogging my throat. Bridger lies next to me, gathering me in his arms, not caring about the mess that we will both be in. All he cares about is comforting me. Something he’s been doing for what seems like forever now, all while I was running away from him when I should have been running to him.
“Thank you,” I mutter into his chest.
“Nothing to thank me for, sunshine. If anything, I should be thanking you,” he says with a smirk, but he knows exactly what I mean by the soft kiss I place directly on his chest where his heart beats beneath.
That’s how we fall asleep, the lamp still on, our bodies sticking together, and not a care in the world.
Ten
Bridger
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I wake up before Kellie. Something tells me she hasn’t been sleeping even before shit came to a head yesterday. Add in our late-night activities, and I’d say my woman is clearly needing the sleep she’s getting.
The only reason I woke up myself was Legend. He started thumping his tail on the wood floors, and I knew if he kept at it, he’d either jump on the bed with us or wake Kellie with his need to be up himself. It wasn’t easy to disentangle my body from hers either.
I’m not sure how I held back last night. Knowing she wasn’t ready was probably a majority of the reason. The way she held still when she could have taken over, I could have been balls deep inside her hot body. Holding back was the right thing to do though.
I find my shorts that were haphazardly thrown last night. They somehow managed to land on the dresser that’s situated by the door leading out to the short hallway. I slide them on before snapping my fingers to get Legend to follow me, shutting the door behind us so Kellie can continue sleeping.
“Ready to go outside?” I ask Legend. I’m turning into fucking Travis talking to an animal that can’t respond. If he could see this shit now, he’d be laughing his ass off like I did to him when I was at his and Raelynn’s place and he was talking to her goats.
Legend is dancing on his hind legs while I open the sliding glass door that leads to the backyard. Even I have to admit he’s a cute fluff ball. As soon as he’s out, I leave the back door open in case he wants to come in while I make myself a cup of coffee. Kellie’s house may be a rental, but she put her own stamp on it with the way she’s got her knickknacks here and there, starting with pictures from her childhood with her parents standing on either side of her down to the comfortable furniture she has placed around the space. I look at the stacks of vinyl records she has placed here and there, the jackets in pristine condition. Though I’m not seeing a record player. I turn around, and bingo, there it is in the corner by a well-loved chair. It’s much more lived in than my place. I need to get a call out to Easton and see if he’s willing to make the flight out to Virginia from Alabama. We have an out-of-office company we use, but if we stay in Kellie’s place, she needs this place locked down like Fort Knox, and if he’s here, I’ll go ahead and have him beef up my alarm system along with the perimeter of my house. I don’t live on as much land as Slade or Travis, though I still live on two acres, wanting somewhat of a neighborhood feel but not wanting them right on top of me either.