40. Bridget
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brIDGET
“ P ants off,” I clipped as Chase fumbled with the key. I was already tearing at his fly. It was a miracle we made it all the way back from Maddie and Luca’s house without going at it.
The door swung open, bouncing off the kitchen wall and back again.
“Darlin’, if you think you’re running this show, you’ve got another thing coming. ”
He wedged his knee between my legs, pinning me to the outside of the house. Moths flitted around the porch light as he shackled my wrists and slammed them into the vinyl siding above my head. The windows rattled, and the lightbulb flickered.
“I’m gonna make you come right here, then I want your clothes off. I don’t want you wearing anything but my ring on your hand.”
I ground the apex of my thighs against his leg, desperately seeking relief from the pressure building low in my belly. He held my wrists with one hand and clawed at my blouse with the other. One boob spilled out, then the other. My bra acted as a shelf, lifting my breasts and offering the soft swells to him.
“Greedy girl.” He grinned against the corner of my mouth, rocking his knee against the seam of my shorts.
I gasped as he dipped his head down and pulled one of my nipples between his teeth. “If you don’t take me inside, I’m going to come right here with all the neighbors watching.”
He switched to the other breast. “Maybe that’s exactly what I want.”
“Chase—”
“Beg,” he clipped, shadowing my body with his wide frame. “Beg me to let you come.”
“Please!” I cried out as he rolled his thumb over my nipple. “Please, baby—I need to?—”
“That’s my good girl,” he soothed as I shattered, collapsing into his arms. Biceps like sinuous boulders pulled me into his chest and carried me inside.
“How do you do that?” I whispered as he kicked the door shut and carried me up the stairs.
“Do what?”
It was meant to be a rhetorical question, but part of me really wanted to know. “How do you make me come like that? It’s like dynamite. I can’t feel my legs.”
We took a turn down the hall, passing the door that we no longer opened. Maybe someday I’d be brave enough to see it again, but not today. And I was okay with that. Chase didn’t bother with the lights when he carried me into our room.
We never went back to sleeping in the cottage. The poker club had exceeded our wildest expectations when they redecorated the old guest room and turned it into a suite.
“Because,” he said as he laid me down on a cloud of crisp white bedding. “Your body was made for me.” He stretched over me, dotting the column of my throat with gentle kisses. “And mine for you.”
He tugged at the hem of my shirt. I arched my back, allowing him to slide the garment off. We repeated the motions as he discarded my shorts.
“Something in me knows exactly what you need. Knows exactly how to make you feel good.” Chase hitched my leg around his hip, teasing my slick entrance with the bulge in his jeans. “When I touch you, it’s not just sex. It’s our souls meeting. We complete each other at an elemental level. So, yeah—I guarantee you this, darlin’. Sex will always feel right with me. Because it is.”
I loved Chase Brannan with everything inside me, and I would keep loving him until my last breath.
“How have I never heard you talk like that before?” I peeled his shirt off and kissed across the round muscles of his pectorals. “You’re poetic.”
“Well.” He chuckled as we rolled across the bed until I was straddling him. “There was this girl that I was pining after for decades.” His warm hands squeezed my ass. “Pining after your best friend gives you a lot of time to think.”
I leaned down, pressing my lips to his. We were chest to chest. Nose to nose. Heart to heart. “I’m sorry I made you wait for so long.”
Calloused hands skated up my hips and waist, sending goosebumps skittering across my flesh. “I’d spend my entire life waiting for you if it meant that I got you for just one day. Every day with you has been the best day of my life.”
We crashed in a tangle of lips and tongues. Hands grappling for purchase. Tasting, touching, feeling. Chase rolled, flipping us again. My back hit the bed with a bounce, and I pawed at his jeans, eager to rid his tree-trunk legs of pesky fabric.
He braced his arms on either side of my ears and kicked off his pants. His soft boxers were quick to follow. Chase took advantage of his position at the end of the bed. He sat back on his heels and stared at me like a hungry beast ready for the kill.
“Spread your legs for me, beautiful. Let me see that pretty pussy.”
Chase’s mouth was his most powerful weapon. He could say things that would make all of Nashville’s songwriters weep. Then, with the flip of a switch, he would say the most delightfully filthy things.
I blushed as I tipped my knees open. His darkened gaze chased the nerves away.
“Wider,” he ordered, leaning down to kiss the side of my knee. “Don’t be bashful with me, darlin’. Give me what I want.”
I opened my legs and closed my eyes.
Chase skated his hands up and down the back of my thigh. “There we go. Atta girl. So beautiful.” He kissed the crease of my thigh. “And all mine.”
The first stroke of his tongue along my slit had me digging my ass into the mattress, desperately seeking more. He was going slow tonight. Drawing it out.
His tongue dipped into my core before trailing a long stroke up to circle my clit. Heat and pressure built in my pelvis like a volcano. Chase draped my legs over his shoulders and parted my folds with his fingers. One thick digit entered me, stroking my walls without an inkling of being rushed. My muscles quivered around him.
I couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak. I was completely and utterly powerless against the connection our bodies shared.
He inserted two fingers as he alternated between sucking and teasing my clit with little puffs of air. He added a third, and I groaned, rocking my hips as he stretched me. Flutters skittered across my body like red flags, warning me that I was getting close to the edge.
“Chase,” I whimpered.
His mouth covered mine, swallowing his name down as he kissed me. “So beautiful.”
“I don’t want it to be over.” He had already given me one orgasm outside. A second would have me out of commission for the night.
Instead of backing off, he strummed the tiny bundle of nerves between my legs, ramping up the anticipation. “It’s not gonna be over, darlin’. I’m just getting you ready. I need you wet and relaxed. Just breathe.” He surged his fingers in, twisting as he pumped them. “Let me take care of you.”
All I could do was nod. My vision tunneled as I spiraled toward another soul-shattering end, this one harder than the last. “Baby?—”
“Watch,” he said, motioning to the mirror on the vanity that was across the room. He settled back between my legs, licking and sucking as he fucked me with his fingers. “Watch when you come. You look like an angel when you do.”
I tangled my fingers in his hair and scraped my nails along his shoulders. Anything to get a little more as I felt my body careening to the finish line. I rocked my hips, grinding my swollen pussy against his mouth.
“That’s my dirty girl,” he murmured before pulling my clit into his teeth. He pushed the hood back, exposing the sensitive nub. One stroke with the tip of his tongue had me nearly flying off the bed.
“Chase!” I screamed as white-hot bliss exploded around me. My walls clamped around his fingers. Every muscle in my body seized, turning rigid as wave after wave of deep, soul-shattering pleasure rolled over me .
Hands manipulated my body. I flew through the air and landed facing the mirror. Chase was manhandling me onto my hands and knees, hitching his thigh around the curve of my hip. His hand came down on my ass with a hard smack. Pinpricks of heat flashed across my skin as he massaged the sting away.
I looked over my shoulder, locking eyes with him. “Again.” My cheek lit up like it was on fire as three hard smacks stung my skin. I rolled my hips, teasing his hard cock with the crease of my ass. “More—please—more,” I begged.
Teeth sunk into my hip, marking me. Branding me. His.
Eternally. Unshakably. Forever his.
“I think you’ve had enough,” he growled behind the curve of my ear. Goosebumps raced down my spine. “I don’t want to push it. It’s time for you to ride my cock.”
Chase eased off the bed and sat in a navy wingback chair positioned by the window. He leaned back casually and spread his knees. His thick erection jutted into the air.
I watched with rapt fascination as he gave it two slow pumps with his fist. Somehow it grew impossibly bigger. Dark brown eyes locked on mine as he patted his muscular thigh, beckoning me to sit in his lap.
Like a cocky bastard, he waited for me to come to him, staying occupied with steady strokes of his dick as he watched me. My legs felt like Jell-O. My core throbbed and ached in the aftermath of two body-racking orgasms.
I slid off the edge of the bed, testing the strength in my legs. Chase lifted his hand and crooked a finger, urging me closer.
He was the most patient man I had ever known and, right now, it was a huge fucking turn-on. I eased onto his lap, straddling him and pinning his cock between us. A bead of wetness glimmered on the head. I swiped it away, then licked the pad of my thumb clean .
Chase took my hand, kissing each one of my fingers. He smiled when his lips grazed my engagement ring. “Finally, mine.”
I pulled him into a kiss, pouring every unsaid word, every unspoken feeling into it. “Forever yours.”
There was nothing I had done to deserve Chase Brannan. Nothing I had done to earn his selfless, unfailing love. I had probably done just about everything a girl could do to scare him away.
Love makes us do crazy things. It makes us stay. It makes us fight. It makes us see worth in people when they can’t see it in themselves.
He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the tattoo on my collarbone, then cupped my ass and lifted, lining up my entrance with the head of his cock. “I want you like this so I can see you. Every breath. Every time your lips open but you don’t say anything. Every time you pray my name.” He kissed the lines of ink again. “Let me see you.”
The boulders of round muscle on his biceps shook with restraint as he held me above his cock. I braced my hands on his shoulders as he spread open my entrance and notched inside of me, preparing for the drop.
“It’ll only hurt for a second, darlin’. You can take me.”
He let go of my ass and, in one swift motion, sheathed himself inside me. A scream lodged in my throat as he bottomed out.
A rumbling groan echoed in his chest as he tossed his head back. “So fuckin’ tight,” he grunted.
I found my voice, but not my words. All that came out was a wild cry for him to fuck me.
“Breathe, honey,” he soothed as he scooped my breasts into his hands, palming the heavy swells. “You’re doing so good.”
I eased up onto my knees and dropped down his hard length again. And again, and again. I rode his cock as he toyed with my tits .
Two orgasms was a fantastic tryst. Three was a unicorn. But the way heat and desire began to boil inside again told me that he had sexual prowess of mythical proportions.
“You feel so…” I couldn’t get the words out. Not with the way his mouth was latched onto my nipple or the way his fingers pinched my clit. “So…”
“I’m gonna come,” he choked out, thrusting his hips up as I came down. I keened at the tight heat that was pulverizing my pussy. “Come with me.”
I closed my eyes, tucking my head into the crook of his shoulder. “I can’t. Not again.”
“You will.”
“Chase—”
He grabbed my hips, digging his fingers into my skin as he unloaded inside me. The scrape of his thick stubble against my breasts sent me into a heady spiral as I dropped down on him one more time and came apart.
His arms were around me, shielding me. Holding me. Chase eased out of the chair, carrying me to the bed with his cock still inside. He laid us down, nuzzling his jaw against my breasts.
“Go ahead,” I giggled. “Make them your pillows.”
He smirked against my skin as he closed his eyes and rested against my cleavage. I raked my fingers through the short buzz of hair on the side of his head.
Chase pulled out of me and sat against the headboard. His release ran down my thigh.
I should go grab a towel and some clean sheets…
Reading my mind, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me between his legs. “Let’s not clean up just yet,” he said, pulling me back against his chest. “I like seeing it on you.” He nipped at my ear. “Mine. ”
It was a word that used to send me running, but now it was my favorite word of all.
“I can’t wait to marry you,” I said with a happy sigh. I had been engaged for all of two hours, but already it was night-and-day compared to the way things were before.
When Kyle forced his ring onto my hand, it was a conviction. A death sentence. But with Chase, everything was new. A new life together. A future.
I closed my eyes as his heartbeat against my back lulled me into a trance. Chase pulled a blanket over our legs and brought his hands to my breasts, gently toying with them. He dotted the side of my neck with a kiss. “Me too.”
I moaned as his playful touches turned into a massage. Literal heaven. “I don’t really want a long engagement,” I admitted.
He hummed something noncommittal against my shoulder. “Why’s that?”
“I’ve done the dog and pony show once already. Tried on the poofy, sparkly, nightmare dress. Picked out overpriced place settings and linens. Snored over a guest list I didn’t give two shits about.”
His thumbs rolled across my nipples before returning to the valley of my cleavage. “Who do you wanna invite?”
I thought for a moment. “The poker club. Your parents.”
“Anyone else?”
I shrugged. “Not really unless you have other people you want to invite.”
He pressed a kiss to my head. “Nah, that sounds good to me.”
“When do you wanna get married?” I yawned.
Chase laughed. “I’d marry you right now if I could.”
“Why don’t we?”
“Well, for one, the poker club is camped out at the hospital waiting for Maddie to have a baby. I’d say they’re preoccupied.” Chase turned my chin and whispered a feather-light kiss against my lips. “But I promise you. I’ll marry you the first chance I get.”