Chapter 7
DASH
Heaven. Absolute heaven. Looking up at Bridget as her luscious breasts bounce gently above me, she is every single fantasy brought to life.
She's so sexy, half naked, open-minded enough to have sex in my truck. It feels desperate and feverish, like we can't get enough of each other. I feel a shudder run through her, then she grows quiet, almost still for a moment.
Gripping the back of her hair with one hand and her soft round ass with the other, I hold her against me. "What's wrong, baby?"
Her head shakes. "I just…I hope this can last. It's too perfect."
Nodding against her forehead, I catch her lips for a moment, trying to pour all of my love, all of my desire, into one kiss.
Then I pull back, slowly pushing up again into her wet heat.
"We're never going to be perfect, baby. Nothing is.
All I can do is try like crazy to please you.
I already feel so much…I know we're going to be great together. "
Her soft smile is reassuring. Then she blinks rapidly as I thrust deeper. "Oh," she gasps. "Yes. More of that."
Reaching down, I spread her folds carefully, angling my cock until I can see from the way her eyes light up that I'm grazing her clit with every stroke. "You like that?"
"Yeah. How do you know exactly what I need?"
"Because…" Because I love you. Need you. I've been waiting my entire life for you. "I'm trying to read your signals. I want to give you everything, beautiful."
"Mmm." Bridget is lost in her own pleasure, riding me slowly, pressing into me as her thighs flex up and down.
My cock is ready to explode, but I force myself to calm my breathing.
I want to watch my angel enjoy herself for as long as I can.
Reaching into her bra, I lightly pinch her nipples as she quivers, body tensing.
Then I pinch a bit harder, see her eyes fly open.
From the way her snug pussy clenches around me, I know she wants more.
I do it again, letting my right hand slide down to grip her ass firmly. "My bad girl in the naughty ol' truck likes a little pinch, does she?"
Bridget's soft lips fall open as she nods. "Apparently."
Pulling her against me, I give her a gentle spank against the underside of her ass. She moans, sliding her hands under my shoulders to hold on as she rides me harder, faster. I give her another tender smack, then feel an intense climax vibrate through her entire body.
Her face presses to my shoulder, muffling her moans, then I hear her choke out the word, "Harder."
I don't know whether she means my strokes or the playful spanks, so I gave her both, grinding deep and hard as I thrust up into her while giving her behind a few more smacks. Her fingers tighten at the back of my neck as her climax rolls on and on.
I can't hold back any longer. Fighting to stop my teeth from digging into the soft flesh of her throat, I kiss her skin everywhere I can reach, grinding, thrusting, shaking my beautiful girl as we moan together.
My orgasm shakes me to the core. My cock explodes inside her and I thrust even harder, spilling thick ropes of come into her softness.
"Yes," she gasps, staring into my eyes.
Gripping her against me, our foreheads meet as I growl, "Mine. My baby."
"Yes," she whispers weakly. Bridget collapses against my chest as we stop moving except for our hands, stroking and caressing, wringing out every last drop of pleasure.
"That was so hot," I whisper, running my hands up her back. Then I reach out to gently rub her ass. "That wasn't too hard?"
It's difficult to see in the faint light, but it seems like she's blushing. "No. Um, that was…"
Her head ducks as she hides behind her hair, until I brush it back behind her ear and finish the sentence for her.
"Wildly sexy? Okay. Noted. I want to figure out everything you need, beautiful.
Give you everything you desire." Rubbing my nose against hers until she giggles, I add, "Even when you're being extra naughty. "
"I'm blaming the truck," she says, pushing up to examine my eyes. "I cannot be held responsible for my behavior during such an inappropriate, filthy encounter. This is your work vehicle, for heaven's sake."
Pulling her back against me, I drift my lips along the side of her throat. "Thank you for being my cheeky, adorable, fantasy girl."
I blast the heat for a few moments when I see goosebumps on her arms, and we awkwardly get dressed. Once we're driving to the edge of the property, I ask, "So, did you want to come over for dinner with Corbin?"
Stopping at the end of our private road, I'm surprised to see Uncle Lloyd's car on the main road. He's standing in front of another vehicle, where two men in gray suits are chatting to him through the window.
Turning to Bridget, I say, "I want you to meet my entire family, but I'm going to spare you the misery of meeting my Uncle Lloyd."
Bridget is already ducking down, her eyes huge. "I've seen him at Acorns. Who are the other guys?"
"I don't know." Her fingers are practically digging a trench in the seat as she hunches down as much as she can. There's definitely something wrong.
"It's okay," I whisper softly. "Do you want me to floor it out of here, or find out who they are?"
She hesitates, and I peer into the other vehicle. "The first one's Councilor Peterson. He's in charge of zoning or something."
"You're sure?"
I roll my eyes. "Very sure. He's a bastard.
He let somebody build a condo that took out half a pond filled with birds and wildlife.
These idiots just pay each other off until the law no longer applies to them.
I know, it's worse in larger cities, but here in Oakton, there's only a handful, so I definitely know who they are. "
"So you've seen him around town before?"
"Yeah. And I'm pretty sure the other one works at City Hall. One of Lloyd's cronies."
"Oh." She finally takes a breath. "Let's just go, then. Please."
Throwing the truck into gear, I drive past, just close enough to give Lloyd a hard stare that the other two men definitely notice.
Once we're a half mile away on the main road, I reach out to rub Bridget's shoulder as she straightens up. "What was that about?"
Her eyes don't meet mine, and she stares at her fingers twisting the strap of her purse. "Nothing. I should probably just get home."
Pulling over to the side of the road, I turn to take her hands.
"Deep breath." She looks puzzled, so I give her hands a gentle shake.
"I'm serious. Breathe all the way in." She does, her chest rising.
"Be full of air. Then blow it out." Her chest and shoulders fall.
"Be empty. Now a few more times. Full, empty. "
Caressing her fingers gently, I watch as the deep breaths seem to relieve some of her stress. "Baby, you can tell me anything," I say softly. "If there's a problem, I only want to help."
She hesitates. "I don't… I mean, I want to, but…"
I can feel the tension in her hands, and her shoulders start to quiver again. "It's okay," I say quickly. "You don't have to tell me today. Maybe another time. Think about it. Yeah?"
She smiles softly. "You're very understanding." Then she straightens up, squeezing my hands as she shakes out her shoulders. "I'm good."
As we drive to her house, I begin singing softly, "My baby's got a secret, and that's okay. I know she's going to tell me somehow, someday." I reach out to grab her knee, and Bridget finally smiles.
"See? Everything is a country song. As soon as you get more comfortable playing guitar, we're going to be the best worst band ever."
Her adorable grin is served with a sassy flick of her left eyebrow. "So we're a band now?"
Pausing at a stop sign, I lean over to give her a slow, deep kiss. "Baby, we're already everything."