Chapter 29 #3
Eyes rolling into the back of my head, I nodded.
I was soaked and now he was too, his length all coated with me, all wet and sticky, making it easier for his thick length to push into me deep.
So, so deep. My fingers were digging into his biceps, every inch of him feeling like heaven as he stretched me out, as he took me, as he made me all his. I just wanted to be his.
He kept hitting that spot, that too sensitive spot, my back arching under his muscled form and my toes curling and my legs tightening around him. It was like I was pulling him in deep, like I wanted and needed more of him.
It was with a loud, pleasure laced cry that I lost it for him, feeling myself squeeze at him as he kept taking me.
“There we go,” he murmured, kissing my lips. “Good girl. Just like that. You look so pretty when you fucking come for me. Fuck, you feel so good. You feel so fucking good, baby. I’m so close. So fucking close for you. Where do you want it, princess?”
My eyes slowly opened and I squeezed at his arms, my tongue moving across my lips. “Inside me,” I whimpered.
His eyes darkened and then it was with one more thrust of his cock that I felt him twitch inside of me.
And then I could feel it. Him emptying himself inside of me.
I gasped as drop after drop of him coated me, the sensation warm and sticky and perfect, his length still driving into me, this time slower. Like he was dragging that feeling out.
“Bridger,” I whispered, lips parted as I gasped. There was so much of him. “Oh, Bridger, please.”
“That’s my good girl. Take it, baby. Take every last drop. Just fucking take it,” he said, pulling out all the way only to push back in, burying himself to the hilt.
I whined, feeling like I was about to lose control all over again.
His lips pushed up against mine as our limbs got all tangled up.
Bridger suddenly flipped us over, shifting so that I was on top.
His hands lowered to my ass, gripping me tight as I managed to find the energy to move up and down his length for a second or two before I was crying out for him again.
Eyes rolling, ears ringing, that spot where I needed him most so wet and so warm.
Falling to his chest, I felt Bridger circle his strong arms around me. He squeezed me to him, his lips pressed to the top of my head. It had been a long time since I felt so safe. Secure. Loved. This was my home, where I was meant to be.
“Love you so much, Juliette,” he said, giving the top of my head a long kiss. “I never stopped loving you. Not for a day, not for a second. You’re the only one, you know that? The only one I could ever love. No one but you, sweet girl. No one but you.”
Humming, I let my head rest against his broad chest. Bridger’s presence was all around me, that masculine, woodsy scent and his warm skin and his strong arm he kept wrapped around me, securing me right to him.
My eyes were half lidded as I let them fall on the wall in front of me. Bridger’s room was small and I loved it. It was simple with its dark blue walls and brown dresser and the little window to the side that let in the moonlight. I was just about to yawn when I saw it, though.
Hanging right above the dresser was something I hadn’t seen in a long, long time. One of my paintings. The painting. The one I had made in his room. Blue ocean. Yellow sand. A house on stilts.
“I see you kept something of mine,” I said.
“Hm?” Bridger asked. “Oh. Your painting.”
“My painting.”
“It’s my favorite one. You and the ocean, huh? Can’t keep you away from it.”
My heart hurt for a too long moment. “I still haven’t been to a beach. Is that sad?”
“Yes,” he said simply. “But I can fix that for you right here, right now. I’ll drive you to whatever beach you wanna go to.”
I smiled at the offer. “Maybe tomorrow.”
“Remind me why you like the beach so much,” he whispered, lips pressed to my head.
“You don’t remember?”
“I remember. I remember everything about you. I just like hearing you talking about all those things you love. It’s been a while since I heard it all.”
Cheeks a little warm, I nodded into his chest. “I mean, I’ve never been to one, but…
I can imagine it. I can feel it. I bet if you get there just at the right time, it’s quiet.
Like… all you can hear are those waves and feel the wind on your skin.
I like that. When… When you can hear your own thoughts.
When no one else’s thoughts are stuck inside your head.
All you have is the sun. The wind. And…” I swallowed a little thickly, eyes getting wet as I stared at that water.
“And you can just sail away. Away from it all. From the people who hurt you. You can get so far. To the other side of the world if you really try hard enough…”
Bridger breathed out, all low and rough.
“Juliette…” He cupped the back of my head, fingers soft and light but so comforting as he gently raked them through my hair.
He kept me tight to his chest, his heartbeat in my ears.
“I’m so sorry they hurt you. Your parents.
Him. Everyone. All of them. I’m so sorry, sweetheart.
I hurt you too. If I had known what was in that bag… ”
“You didn’t know, Bridger,” I whispered.
“I still hurt you. And I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, baby. I’m so sorry I did that to you. That I got in the way.”
“It’s not your fault. It’s not.”
“When this is all over, I’m getting you out of here.
I’m fixing this. I’m giving you that life you always dreamed of, honey.
It won’t be a dream this time, though. It won’t just be in your head.
You’re gonna be living it. We’re gonna be living it.
And I’ll spend every last one of my days making sure you’re happy, Juliette.
You and our baby. The three of us, sweetheart. Doesn’t that sound so good?”
It did. It sounded like heaven. Better than heaven. “You promise?” I asked quietly.
“Yeah, baby.” He kissed my head. “I promise.”
I smiled. Bridger always kept his promises.