Chapter 5
DASH
This is what I've been dreaming about my entire life. The woman for me.
Bridget is everything and more. There's a light inside her that already has my mind swimming in romantic thoughts. Which is great, since I need a moment of distraction so that I don't come immediately.
She's so slick and soft and delicate underneath me, every inch of her silky skin driving me wild. I want our first time to last a lot longer, not for my own ego, but for her pleasure, and to make up for those few moments where she was clearly a little uncomfortable.
I don't think I can hold off until I realize Bridget is about to come herself.
It's a splash of ice water, rallying my resolve to make her feel incredible.
Moving smoothly and steadily, I pump deeply, watching her lovely eyes widen as the climax roars through her.
Her cries of passion will ring in my ears forever.
I had no idea that satisfying a woman could feel like this.
Seconds ago I was right at the edge, and now all I can think of is making Bridget come again, even though my cock aches for release.
Reaching down, I lift her leg around my hip, creating space to slip my hand between us.
My palm presses at the top of her mound while my thumb lightly brushes against her clit in quick, upward flicks.
She goes wild, squirming against me as her thighs tighten. "Dash, oh my… I can't…"
"Breathe, baby," I murmur. "I want to feel you come again. Can you do that for me?" I've never felt so powerful, watching Bridget smile and nod, eager to obey.
Kissing her for just a minute, I know my thrusts are becoming too deep, too sharp, yet I can't stop. From the way Bridget moans louder, she doesn't want me to. Her hot, wet pussy grips me tightly, making it harder to move.
Flicking faster with my thumb, I stare into her smoky brown eyes. "Let me feel you, beautiful." A half nod. A choked gasp. Then her luscious pussy clenches around my throbbing cock as a shaky, uneven scream falls from her sexy lips.
Somehow I manage to hold on until she reaches her absolute peak, then I begin to crest too, driving deep, thrusting hard. Every muscle twitches and shakes as the orgasm rolls through me, her name on my lips as I roar, my eyes locked on hers as I come harder than I ever have before in my life.
I feel transformed. This is love. Devotion. Permanence. Clear as day, this girl is mine.
Bridget looks positively delighted. "Wow," she whispers.
"Yeah?" I gently brush her hair away from her eyes. "What was wow?"
Her grin is adorable. "All of it. But especially when you made that noise."
Slipping her leg back down, I roll beside her, locking her into my arms. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"You were a wild animal," she giggles.
"No, that was the bed. It creaks."
Her lips purse, shaking her head. "It was not the bed."
"Yeah, there's this one spot on the floor, it must have—"
She cuts me off with a laughing kiss, then we snuggle together, naked, blissful, spent. "It's time to get you some dinner," I say after a few minutes, running my hand all around her lush hips and thighs.
Bridget sits up with a start. "What time is it?"
She wraps the sheet around herself awkwardly, looking for her purse. I reach for it and pass it to her. Digging out her phone, her thumbs fly over the screen. "Just have to let Mom know that I'm out for dinner with a friend, and will be home a bit late."
She sits back on the bed, looking at me carefully. "I'm sorry, I haven't quite told her that we're…"
Grabbing her hand, I kiss it with a flourish. "Together? Dating? However you want to say it, beautiful. But…I get the sense that your Mom is pretty protective?"
Bridget nods, then awkwardly reaches toward the floor to get her clothes. "Lie back," I gently order.
I jump up and yank on my shorts, then slowly dress Bridget piece by piece. She's much more relaxed about letting me see all of her now, thank goodness. It's disappointing to cover up her soft, smooth skin, but I don't know when Corbin is coming back.
Once we're dressed and down in the living room, we have a lively debate on what to order. Bridget says she is open to anything, but the second I realize that she really wants chow mein, I decide that I'm hungry for sweet-and-sour pork myself, and forget the pizza.
When the delivery arrives, Bridget jumps up to fetch plates, serving spoons and napkins, quickly setting the dining room table.
Having her so comfortable in my new house is important.
I can already picture her moving in with me.
Already imagine waking up with her in my arms, and showering together under the pretense of saving water.
A deep longing rolls through me at the thought of soaping her up under the hot water. Of being with her all the time.
"What's that little smile for?" she asks.
"I like you being here in my home. It feels right."
She blinks, her head tipping to the side as her long golden brown hair falls across her shoulder. "You're strangely romantic for a lumberjack."
"Well, I've only recently become a full-time lumberjack. Previously I only put in a few weeks a year."
"I think it's in your heart," Bridget says softly, ignoring my joke for once. "The way you look at the forest, study the trees, talk about the wood. It's in your blood."
Reaching out to take her hand, I kiss her thumb, then turn it toward her. "Did you ever notice how fingerprints look like the rings inside a tree?"
She giggles sweetly. "See? Romantic."
"Is it romantic that every time I look into your eyes, I need to kiss you?"
She nods, leaning closer. We both taste faintly of sweet-and-sour sauce, as our slow, heartfelt kiss feels like it's echoing through every inch of my body.
There's a knock at the front door, and Bridget jumps. I smile reassuringly when I hear a key in the lock. "That's Corbin."
My brother seems surprised to see us in the dining room, but recovers quickly. I jump up, and Bridget follows, unsure of how close she should stand. Wrapping an arm around her, I pull her tight against me. "Bridget, this is my big brother Corbin."
He smiles politely, coming over to shake her hand. "Nice to meet you, Bridget."
As her chin tips up, I can feel her surprise. We're all big guys, and I'm six foot four, but Corbin is over six foot six, and built like a grizzly bear.
"Nice to meet you," she says. "So, you're the third brother?"
"Yeah. I'm the one you call when you need a piano moved." His eyes shift to me. "I see you've ended up with the runt of the litter."
I stage whisper to Bridget, "Should I let that one go, or send you to the kitchen while I smack him around?"
Her hand lands on my chest, dramatically holding me back. "You can't beat him up. There's an entire order of Kung Pao chicken in the fridge for him."
Corbin blinks. "Kung Pao chicken? Thanks, I'm starving."
"Anyway… I should get home," Bridget says, her eyes darting to the clock between the kitchen and dining room.
"I'll drive you."
"And I'll take care of all of this," Corbin says, waving to the half carton of leftover rice, and small amounts of noodles and pork.
"Perfect. Thanks." As Bridget and I slip on our shoes, I murmur, "There are never any leftovers in the house with him around."
"I get it." She loops her purse over her shoulder. "A big man has a big appetite. I used to eat a lot from stress, which is how I got—"
I cut her off with a hungry, savage kiss. "Gorgeous? Breathtaking?"
Turning slightly so that Corbin can't see from where he's puttering in the dining room, I grip her ass firmly. "Every inch of you is positively luscious, baby." I adore the way her eyes light up. I think she's finally starting to accept that I'm wild for her.
On the drive to Bridget's house, I can't stop reaching out to squeeze her hand, touch her hair, or run my palm over her cheek.
"Watch the road," she hisses through a grin.
"But I don't want to. You're much more interesting."
"It's not very interesting to be wrapped around a utility pole."
"Oh, I don't know. The airbags would kick in, and we'd be stuck in my truck together for another half hour. It wouldn't be that bad."
Her fingers smack my thigh. "Behave yourself."
"Okay," I grumble, grinning as I place my right hand back on the wheel.
When we roll into her driveway, I see the upstairs curtain twitch. "Does your mom always peek out the window whenever there's a car on your street?"
Bridget pulls her hand away, her fingers fidgeting with her purse as her jaw tightens. "Kind of." She glances at me sadly. "We used to live in a really rough neighborhood."
I help her out of the truck, fighting the urge to slip my arm around her as I walk her to the door.
I look around slowly: this particular street is a bit rundown, but I wouldn't consider it dangerous.
"I can help install a security system, if you like.
Or even just check the locks on the doors and windows. "
Bridget's eyes light up as if I'd just handed her a baby unicorn. "Really?"
"Of course. You said that it's your birthday next month. Consider it a practical, appetizer present." I can't resist reaching out to caress her cheek with my thumb. Although she leans into my touch, her eyes dart to the front window.
"Ask your mom if she'd mind," I add. "You two can decide, and I can probably take care of it next week."
"Thank you. For dinner, and… Everything." As she looks up at me with those lovely sweet eyes, I feel all the things she can't really say at the moment.
"Thank you, beautiful," I whisper. "See you soon."
I wait until she's safely inside the house to return to the truck and drive off, giving a wave to whoever I assume is looking out the window.
People who have lived in rough neighborhoods or have dealt with incredibly rough circumstances do have a certain look in their eyes sometimes. That's the look I've caught on Bridget's lovely face several times.
I've also noticed that Bridget's eyes dart around suspiciously whenever we're in public. And her mother is very overprotective of a girl who's nearly twenty. Whatever her issues are, I'm going to help. I have the resources, the strength, the patience for whatever she needs.
By the time I get home, Corbin has devoured the last of the takeout and cleaned the kitchen and dining room. Honestly, he's one of the best houseguests I've ever had.
"I should warn you," he says on his way upstairs, "Mom just discovered FaceTime. So be careful where you are when you answer a call from her."
I chuckle, rolling my eyes. "Wanna have a beer and watch a movie?"
"Nah, thanks, I'm beat."
"No problem."
As soon as I flop onto the couch, my phone rings. Sure enough, it's a video call from Mom. After the usual pleasantries, she peers at me through the screen. "Hold your phone closer, Dash. Let me get a good look at you."
I lean toward the lamp. "You just saw me a few days ago. I'm sure I look pretty much the same."
Her head tips slightly to the side. "No… There's something different."
A flicker of amusement runs through me. I wonder, do I really look different since I've fallen in love? "Actually, there is a bit of news," I say slowly. "I've met an incredible girl."
Mom waves her free hand at the screen, laughing lightly. "Oh, honey. Always you and the girls."
"I haven't been like that in ages, Mom. This girl is different. I already consider her my girlfriend."
"Of course she is. Just like Katie, whom you were going to marry."
"Geez, mom, I was six."
She laughs, stretching out in her antique wingback chair. "And who was the girl when you were eighteen? Maya? Myrna?"
"Marlena. I was with her for six months, and yes, it was a big deal at the time." I try speaking slowly, so she'll understand this is important. "Mom, Bridget is the one."
Her lips press together, head shaking slightly. "Sure, honey. We'll see." She stares into space for a moment. "You know, that nice Miller girl is moving back to Oakton in a few months. She's a dentist now."
"I'll keep that in mind when I'm due for a cleaning. Perhaps my girlfriend Bridget needs a new dentist as well."
Mom finally looks me straight in the eye. "Are you actually serious?"
"Yes."
"Well." The camera shakes slightly as she shifts in her chair. "To be honest, I was not expecting that."
"Me neither."
"Well then, tell me everything."
I'm not sure how much to share. I briefly tell Mom that Bridget plays guitar, works at Acorns, and is unbelievably sweet and funny.
Although she nods and smiles politely, I feel like she doesn't believe how serious I am. "Well, if you think this is going to be a long term thing—"
"It is."
"Then you'll have to bring her by sometime. Maybe for dinner next week."
"Or maybe something more casual like a light lunch, or a coffee? We don't want to overwhelm the poor girl."
She nods. "Whatever you think." She stares off into space again. "Oh! Remember Gretchen's niece Olivia? Gretchen said she always had a crush on you. She's apparently moving back to town next year. A nurse, I think."
Before I can speak, she holds up her hand. "I know, I know. You're taken. But it's always nice to have options, right?"
I know that she means well. I also know that she thinks I'm flighty, irresponsible, and don't know what I want in a woman. Being treated like I'm still "the baby" makes my skin crawl.
"Well, I have to go Mom. Have a great night, and congratulations on being a video call expert."
"Bye, honey."
Staring at the TV without really watching, I wonder if I'm being impetuous. I do know in my heart that Bridget is my girl forever, but everything is happening really fast. It's going to take time for things to settle into place.
Especially for my beautiful girlfriend. It's going to take her some time to trust me completely. Once she does, I'll be able to gradually show her that we are definitely meant for each other.