CHAPTER 17
brIDGER
The moment we step inside the house, I grip Avery’s waist and turn her so her back is against the door. I close the distance between us, but her baby bump makes it so I can’t quite get close enough. Her navy-blue eyes blink up at me in surprise and I find myself smiling.
“Bridger?”
My name on her lips is my undoing. I slam my mouth down on hers, the kiss I intend to be sweet turning feral in a heartbeat. I’ve wanted this woman for the last two weeks, but I’ve held off.
Not only did I not want to move too fast and to build a solid foundation instead, but I was afraid.
I didn’t want to do anything to hurt our little peanut.
It’s one thing to read in a book about sex being okay, but I wasn’t sure until the doctor confirmed it.
For all I know, those books were written by men who couldn’t take a little break from getting their own dicks wet for the sake of their woman, and the child she’s growing. I wasn’t going to trust it blindly.
But now I’ve been given the green light and I’m taking full advantage of it.
Making out with my woman hasn’t been enough. I know she’s been wanting more too. I was the one holding off. I was the one afraid.
“I want you, Avery,” I growl against her lips.
The feel of her delicate fingers playing with the short hairs at the back of my neck makes me shudder. When her lips tip up in a smile against my own, my heart goes into overdrive.
This woman does things to me. Things I don’t understand. Things I want to feel for the rest of my life.
I grip the backside of her thighs with my hands and lift. The yelp of surprise she lets out is adorable as hell. Her arms wrap around me as she holds on like I’m going to drop her.
“I’ve got you, Sweetheart,” I vow. “You and little heart.”
She melts against me, her belly preventing her from molding herself against me fully. She lets out a cute as fuck huff of annoyance. But I don’t pay it any mind as I turn and stride toward our room.
“What’s going on Bridger?”
“I’m claiming my woman,” I grit the words out through my teeth. The feel of her in my arms, finally, is almost too much for me.
I might not be able to feel her tits against my chest right now, which is a fucking shame, but I can feel the heat from her pussy through her panties and leggings. There’s no doubt in my mind that she wants me.
“Wh-what?” Her stuttered question comes out breathy and husky.
“Yup,” I pop the p.
She squirms in my arms, and I groan with how fucking good she feels. “I thought we were taking things slow?”
After kicking our door closed behind me, I look down into her gorgeous eyes and know I need to be honest. “We have been taking things slow. We lasted longer than 20 minutes before hopping into bed together this time,” I point out. “Two weeks is like a glacial pace compared to the night we met.”
Her cheeks heat and she bites her lip, but I just shake my head and gently put her down, not letting go until I know she can stand on her own. With her bump growing, her center of gravity has been all over the place. It’s adorable, but I’m tempted to wrap her in bubble wrap. Just in case.
“Comparatively, sure,” she concedes.
“Part of me wanting to take things slow was wanting something real to grow between us,” I whisper. Her eyes go soft with affection. It’s the same look I’ve seen on her face countless times these last two weeks. I fucking live for it.
“What aren’t you saying?”
I can’t help but grin because I love it when she calls me on my shit. Add in the way she cocks her hip and rests her hand there as she asks? Yeah, I’m a fucking goner for this woman.
Over the last two weeks, I’ve dealt with my feelings of not being worthy because I’ve put effort into being there for Avery.
Not just for her, but for our baby too. What I thought would feel forced has felt natural.
What I thought would be difficult has been the easiest thing I’ve ever done in my life.
When it comes to loving Avery and our little peanut, I’m all in. I’m incapable of anything less.
“Even though the books said sex was okay, I didn’t want to hurt you or the baby. It would kill me if I were the reason something went wrong. I needed to be able to look your doctor in the face and get an answer I could trust,” I admit.
“Even when you thought about kicking his ass because he’s a man?” She arches an eyebrow, the challenge written all over her face.
I hook one arm around her waist and draw her closer to me. “You got me,” I murmur softly, “but I held myself back.”
She throws her head back and laughs, the sound falling around me like confetti. “Probably because he’s at least twice my age and has a receding hairline that could win awards?”
“That helped,” I grumble and look away.
Her hands cup my jaw and my eyes snap down to take her in. My woman is glowing today. Hell, for the last two weeks I’ve noticed her light growing as she’s settled in here. But today she might as well be the damn sun.
“I think it’s sweet you were worried about me and our little peanut.”
“We’re having a girl,” I blurt, and her smile kicks up a notch.
“We are,” she confirms with a nod. “You’re going to be a great dad, Bridger.”
Her words make me want to run and hide, but then I remember the amount of courage it took for Avery to walk into Vibrant Ink, and I stand my ground.
“So,” she holds out the word, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “we can have sex now?”
“If you’re ready.”
It might give me blue balls, which has already been a huge fucking problem over the last two weeks, but I’ll wait if she needs me to.
Avery doesn’t say anything and when she takes a step back, I let my arms fall to my sides and try to not look as dejected as I feel.
Then the little minx reaches down, whips her shirt off, and tosses it into the corner.
Her tits jiggle because they’re practically spilling out over the top of her bra.
Fuck; they’ve gotten bigger with her pregnancy.
I knew it was a thing, and they looked like it, but seeing them like this just makes it much more obvious.
I wipe my mouth to find out if I’m drooling or not as she hooks her thumbs into her leggings and shimmies them over her bump, hips and then down her legs. The movement causes her tits to jiggle even more, and my fucking knees go weak.
When she stands up wearing only a bra and panties, I scoop her up into my arms and practically vault toward the bed. The way her blonde hair splays out over the pillows when I lay her down has my cock throbbing.
Sure, I’ve slept with her in my arms every night for the last two weeks, but I’ve been trying—and failing—to keep my thoughts about her PG. It was the only way I was going to survive. Hell, I was barely hanging on.
Her eyes darken as I strip out of my clothes. How much she wants me is written all over her face and, fuck me, it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve experienced. My cock springs free, damn happy to see her again. Finally.
I start weeping pre-cum when she reaches behind her back and unclips her bra. Reaching toward her, I pull the lace away from her body, wanting to see all of her. When she shimmies her panties down over her hips and then kicks them away, I wrap a hand around the base of my shaft and squeeze.
“Fuck Avery,” I groan. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”
She frowns slightly and looks down at her body. “I have stretch marks.”
My eyes narrow at my woman and I shake my head slowly.
“You’re growing our daughter. Your stretch marks only make you sexier.
” I tilt my head and throw out there, “We already have some belly butter which is supposed to help with stretch marks.” I plant a knee on the bed and crawl in between her legs.
“It would be my absolute pleasure to rub it all over your bump every day.”
“I think that’ll be my pleasure,” she sasses.
“Mutual pleasure is never a bad thing.”
The smile that lights up her face at my teasing makes everything worth it. I drop down and lay between my woman’s legs. The sound that comes out of the back of her throat has my cock throbbing and I find myself grinding down against the mattress.
I glide my hands up the inside of her legs. When I get to her inner thighs, I dig my fingers in and hold her legs open. Her pussy lips glisten to show me just how turned on she is.
“You’re dripping wet,” I growl.
As I start to pant, wanting to dive between her thighs and devour her, each breath skitters along her skin. Her hips twitch, but my hold on her keeps her in place.
Her back arches as she pleads, “Bridger, please. I need to come.”
I skim my lips up along her inner thigh and nip her skin. “Avery,” I whisper, “I haven’t been able to think of any woman other than you. That night has played in my mind over and over again. The only pleasure I’ve found is with my own hand.”
She props herself up on her elbows and looks down her body to look into my eyes. Even though there is lust and need in her eyes, they’re also glassy with unshed tears. “I’ve done the same, but I haven’t been able to get there with my fingers.”
“You haven’t come in over five months?” My voice is incredulous because I can’t believe what she’s saying. What a fucking shame; she deserves to feel pleasure.
When she shakes her head, my control snaps.
I dive between her thighs and use my tongue to collect all of her arousal.
The way her flavor bursts on my tongue, has me growling and pushing my tongue inside of her to lap up more of her.
As she grinds down on my face, seeking her own pleasure, I slide my mouth up to her clit.
When I suck it between my lips and push two fingers inside of her snug channel, she shouts my name.
I pump my fingers in and out of her, loving the way her breathing picks up. Unable to hold herself up any longer, she flops back onto the bed. When I curl my fingers and find the spot inside of her channel that makes her thighs shake, I make sure to find it every time I plunge my fingers into her.
Her thighs clamp around my head muffling her whimpers and moans. Fuck, she’s sexy as hell.
My teeth scrape across her clit and it sets her off. Her pussy walls clamp down, but I keep fingering her through her orgasm while lapping up all of her creamy goodness.
“Fuck,” I rasp against her, “you taste so damn good, Sweetheart.”
“I need you inside me,” she mewls, her words breathy and full of pleading need.
After I shift and kneel between her legs, I grab one of the pillows and use it to prop up her hips. The way her tits move with every breath while her face is flushed with pleasure has my cock throbbing. I grip the base of my shaft and squeeze before stroking myself slowly.
I use the crown of my cock to tap against her clit and watch her entire body shudder. It takes everything in me not to coat her pussy with my cum, but I hold off. Barely.
As I slide the crown up and down her slit, I coat myself in her wetness. I’m so fucking turned on that my vision goes a little hazy around the edges.
My woman is writhing on the bed, her breathing ragged as pleas fall from her lips. When I finally start to push inside of her, I grip her hips and hold her still.
“Hot. Wet. Fucking tight,” I growl as my head falls back on my shoulders.
“Bridger, fuck me,” she demands.
But I keep a steady glide because if I don’t then this is going to be over far too soon. She feels so fucking good. When I’m buried all the way inside of her, I hold myself still, needing a moment.
“Please,” she begs, “I need you to move.”
I don’t.
My thumb finds her clit and starts making slow circles on her bundle of nerves. The flush that spreads from the tops of her tits and up her neck is sexy as fuck.
Once I’m sure I won’t blow before I make her squeeze around my length, I start to move. At first, my thrusts are slow and gentle. But every movement has her pleading for more.
When my chin hits my chest, I look down into her blue eyes and get lost. They’re so dark with desire that my balls draw up.
“I’ve missed this,” she whispers, her voice a sexy rasp.
“You won’t miss it ever again,” I promise.
As I start to thrust into her harder and faster, I can’t seem to look away. The moment her hands come up to cup her tits before she pinches her nipples, I’m no longer able to control myself. My fingers dig into her hips, and I start to piston into her.
“I’m not going to last,” I warn her.
Just as she pinches her nipples again, I do the same to her clit and her pussy undulates around me as she screams out my name. The feeling of her milking me has me pushing as deep inside of her as I can while my spine tingles and my balls empty into her.
Yeah, I didn’t even consider a condom. It’s not like I can get her more pregnant.
We both moan as I pull out of her slowly and fall onto the bed next to her. The way she fits against me, even with the bump, when I pull her against my side is fucking perfect.
“Thank you,” I whisper against her hair.
She looks up at me with a satisfied smile on her face. “Are you thanking me for giving it up?”
I bark out a laugh and shake my head before I press a kiss to her forehead.
“No,” I whisper against her skin, “I’m thanking you for being brave and coming to me when you did.
We saw our daughter today.” My hand runs up and down her spine and she burrows into me.
“You’re growing her right now. I’m in awe of you. ”
“Thank you for not turning me away,” she whispers, her voice thick with emotion.
“I’ll never turn you away,” I vow.
“I know,” she mumbles sleepily.
Her blinks become longer and longer as her breathing evens out. Does it give me a sense of smug satisfaction that I’ve put my woman to sleep with my dick? You better fucking believe it.