Chapter 40
FORTY
Aspen
“Jones…” It’s a question and warning all wrapped in one. The promise of what he’ll do to me right there behind his eyes.
“Bradford.”
I haven’t called him that in a million years.
Not since he joined the military and one of the friends he made there came back to the ranch with him after boot camp.
Everything was Bradford this and Bradford that.
So that summer, I teased him by calling him by his last name in bed until it stopped being a joke and started being our secret way of saying I wanted him to sneak into my bedroom that night, and then my way of saying I was coming down to visit him in his barracks the fall after.
And the same one I called him when I told him every single night that last winter that I wanted him to make me forget that there was ever anyone else but him.
Something snaps in him when he hears it.
A rubber band I’ve probably wound too tight and waited too long to finally release.
A sin I’m fairly certain I’m about to pay for.
He closes what little space is left between us, hauling me up into his arms and kissing me like both our lives depend on it.
He barely lets me have a breath before resuming his assault on my senses, placing me gently on the countertop as I lean back to let his tongue tangle with mine.
The man can do a lot of things, but holy hell, can he kiss.
The kind that’s teasing me one minute with promises and delivering on them the next, claiming me as if I belong to him. Which I suppose I do these days.
I pull away the next time he lets me come up for air, staring up into his eyes for a long moment before I speak.
“Do you want me to change my name?”
“Your name?”
“To Bradford.”
“No.” He shakes his head. “I want Aspen Stockton begging for me. Telling me she wants me to come inside her sweet little cunt. Trust me, you give me permission to fuck you how I want, and I’ll make you half Bradford without having to worry about scribbling it on a piece of paper.”
“You’re serious, then?”
“I want to give this perfect body what it needs. And you need me, honey. I can see it in your eyes, desperate to be fucked full and feel it dripping down those pretty thighs. Just like you used to beg me for.”
“That’s what got us in trouble in the first place,” I remind him.
“It’s not trouble now.”
“You really want to risk eighteen more years?”
“I want a life fucking sentence, honey. As many years as you’ll give me.” He kisses his way up my throat, pausing to nip my earlobe. “And this time I’d be there to take care of every little desire and need you have.”
“Well, right now, I need you to hurry up and make me come.” I grin, running my hand over his shoulder and down his back.
“Afraid I’m making all the decisions tonight, and that means I get to take my time. You’ll come.” He kisses me softly and then returns to kissing his way back down my throat and over my chest. “But only when I’m ready for it.”
A moment later, before I can register what’s happening, he’s on his knees. My panties discarded to the floor, and his mouth on my pussy, kissing and sucking every inch of my skin as he laps up the last drops of me from how wet he made me.
“Fuck. You’re so good at that.” I run my fingers through his hair, rocking my hips until I’m balanced on the edge of the counter, only held in place by his hands and his mouth, ready to fall. “I’m so close.”
He tears his mouth away a second later, and the loss of him feels catastrophic. I whimper, and his hand wraps around my throat, his mouth taking mine in rough strokes. Our tongues tangle as he makes me taste just how wet he made me. When he pulls himself away, his eyes are heavy with lust.
“Spread wider for me. I want to see what’s mine,” he commands, releasing his grip on me so I can obey. I watch as he strips down, and his dick is honestly bigger than I remember it being even a few nights ago.
“I haven’t had anyone as big as you since us.” I eye him nervously, and a smirk spreads across his face. He steps up to me, easing the length of him between my thighs and teasing me with the softest brush of his cock.
“No wonder you’ve been so miserable.” His palm cups my ass, and he squeezes softly.
“You haven’t been getting what you need.
” He teases me with the tip, nestling it against my entrance and coating himself in my wetness.
I’m dragged into the anticipation, my body practically vibrating with how badly I want him.
He eases his hips forward; the promise of it makes me spread my palms over the cool surface.
It brings me back into the present, reminding me of the discussion we need to finish.
“I don’t know if you’re serious about the life sentence, Bishop. I want you, and I’ll take any risk that comes with that. But with the rules and everything, I wasn’t in a rush to get birth control. I haven’t been on any in a long time. With him, it didn’t matter; we couldn’t, but we—”
I’m cut off when he slides inside me in one swift motion, his grip on my hip tensing.
My eyes go wide, and my jaw drops as I stare at up at him.
His hand wraps around my throat, and he draws near until his lips touch the shell of my ear, and he groans as he slides out of me and back in again.
I gasp out a soft curse at how full I feel, and I can sense the rumble of satisfaction in his chest.
“But we… we can.” His words return as he draws back to look at me, and his mouth curves into a devious smile when my eyes meet his.
“So I’m going to fuck this sweet little cunt full.
Because the way you can barely keep your hands off my cock now?
It has me imagining how fucking insatiable a pregnant version of you must be.
I bet you need it morning, noon, and night.
” He fucks me so slowly while he talks to me, his voice raspy and heavy with each breath he takes as he thrusts into me.
“And this time…” He curses when he hears me let out a soft moan as he changes position.
“This time you’ll have a man right here at your fingertips who can actually meet all those needs like fucking clockwork. ”
“Bishop…” I whisper his name before I close my eyes, and his hand slips off my hip, dipping between my legs.
He coats them and then spreads them, working them over my clit with teasing strokes that set off little sparks of need.
The kind that accumulates with each and every pass of his fingers over my nerve endings, making me gasp and shiver under his touch.
“But you know that already, don’t you, honey? You know I’ve been right here, desperate for you to let me spread these thighs and take you like this.”
“Yes.” There’s not much I can do but agree with everything he says right now. I’m already close to coming, and he’s barely satiated his need to taunt me.
“I want to hear you say it. Tell me how much you want it.”
“Come inside me. Please, Bishop. I need you so badly right now.” I whimper as he changes his angle and his pace, hitting me perfectly and forcing me to spread even wider to accommodate him.
“Fuck me. Keep talking,” he curses under his breath, fucking me harder and faster as I urge him on.
“It’s all I’ve been able to think about lately. Being yours. Feeling you come inside me…” I lose my thoughts for a moment as I crest over the edge, my orgasm hitting me hard and turning my words into muttered curses.
“Christ, you fucking finish me off, Jones.” He squeezes my left cheek as his fingers bite into my right hip, anchoring us as he fucks me.
He comes hard, groaning, and I can feel the heat of him start to drip down my inner thigh.
There’s so much of him I can’t take it all.
He murmurs soft praise as he kisses his way down my neck, pulling out to admire his handiwork as I watch him.
Every movement of his body has my rapt attention as I come down from my high.
“I hope you like your tight little cunt soaked with my come.” His amusement flickers across his face, turning to a self-satisfied smile as he dips his fingers into the evidence of just how much I do. He splays his hand over my back, pulling me forward to the edge of the counter.
“Let me see.” He drops to his knees for a better look, and I do as he asks despite how vulnerable it feels.
“Oh fuck. You should see how pretty your pussy is dripping with me.” He presses his fingers inside me as the praise makes my clit threaten to flutter back to life.
“Fuck. I’m gonna love putting in the work on this.
” He kisses the inside of my knee and runs his hand up my thigh before he stands, leaving a glimmering line over my skin.
“You like being marked like this, don’t you?
I can already tell how much you do.” He licks what’s left of us off his fingers, holding my gaze with a satiated grin as I watch him.
A confident Bishop, one who takes control like this, is enough to make my whole world spin off its axis and make me question anything I thought I wanted. Never mind the rules. I just want the man who makes me forget they exist.