22. Bridger
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brIDGER
SAIGE: Come over and celebrate with me
brIDGER: What’s the occasion?
I ask the question even as I shove my feet into my shoes and head for the door. Lettie took our parents to dinner in Magnolia Point, the town there just as idyllic as ours is here. Having them here is amazing, but the fact that I haven’t gotten Saige into bed in the week since they got here is a special kind of torture.
But not tonight.
Tonight, she’s mine.
SAIGE: I’ll tell you when you get here
My lips curve up on one side as I make my way from my backyard to hers before stepping onto the stone path and turning the knob on the door.
“Saige?”
“In here!”
Her voice is muffled, and if I’m not mistaken there’s water running. My pulse pounds in my ears at the possibilities.
The naked possibilities.
Rounding the corner, I stop short, peeking my head into the bathroom and damn near swallowing my tongue at the sight before me.
Saige’s lips twitch as she stares back, her body wet and submerged in the tub, bubbles on the surface making it impossible to see what I know is there.
“Wanna join me?” she purrs, raising a glass of champagne to her lips as her gaze rakes over me.
Instead of answering, I grab the back of my shirt and pull it over my head and drop it to the floor before kicking off my shoes and shucking my pants and boxers. I’m already hard, and I can’t help stroking myself when her tongue peeks out to wet her lips.
“What are we celebrating?” I rasp as her eyes travel up my body to my eyes.
“I closed on a house today,” she says, leaning forward with her glass dangling from her fingertips, giving me space to climb in behind her.
“You’re incredible— holy shit,” I hiss as I stick one foot into the water that’s roughly the temperature of actively flowing lava. She shakes with silent laughter as I breathe heavily and curse as I submerge myself in the bath.
“Want some champagne?” she asks, reaching for the bottle and an empty glass set on a small table with her phone and a handful of wrapped chocolates.
“Yeah, but just give me the bottle so I can hold it on my skin.”
“You’re so dramatic.” She laughs, handing me a drink and settling back against me, her body warm and slippery against mine.
“You could probably cook a lobster in here,” I tease, dropping a kiss to her collarbone and trailing my lips up her neck when she sighs and tilts her head.
“Today was a really big deal, and everything went off without a hitch—textbook from beginning to end.”
“Because you’re fucking amazing,” I breathe as she hums, moving my free hand to her breast and squeezing gently. Her moan is sweet and sultry, the sound somehow more seductive with the steam and scent of lavender billowing around us.
“I would very much love for you to make me come,” she says, reaching her hand behind her to grip the back of my neck, the movement arching her back to push her tit more firmly into my grip.
Hell yes, this is finally happening.
“Does that work on you?” I ask, motioning toward the handheld showerhead and downing the rest of my champagne before setting the glass on the table.
“It does if you do it right.”
It’s a taunt.
A challenge.
And I’m all too eager to accept.
“Bend your knees,” I tell her, adjusting the pressure to the jet setting before submerging the showerhead, relishing in the way she moans the moment I find her clit. “Is this what you do when you’re home alone, Beautiful?”
“Sometimes,” she whimpers as I tease her, my fingers plucking and rolling her nipple as she rocks her hips, already chasing her release.
“Did you think of me?” I ask, moving the showerhead closer to her clit and making her gasp.
“Take this,” she pleads, handing me her glass with shaking fingers.
“Answer the question,” I command, drawing little circles under the water as she writhes against me, her nails digging into my thigh as I tease her.
“Yes, I thought of you.” She swallows hard, her lips parting as her eyelids flutter closed. “This is so much better.”
The praise just does something to me, the animalistic urge to mark her so potent, I can’t resist. I click the showerhead up in intensity, and Saige cries out, her body tensing as I sink my teeth into her shoulder. She grips my hair tighter and I grunt, her other hand covering mine below the water and guiding me as she rides out her orgasm with my name on her lips.
It’s easily the hottest moment of my life.
The most real pleasure.
And the most raw.
“You’re an addiction, baby,” I tell her and she hums, manipulating the showerhead until it turns off and letting it drop to the basin of the tub.
“How’s that bite mark doing?” she asks as she relaxes back against me, amusement in her tone.
“Prominent.”
She snorts, reaching behind her to grip my cock. “This feels pretty prominent too.”
“You have that effect on me.”
“Then let’s do something about it, hmm?”
“Anything you want, Beautiful.”
Anything you want.