Chapter 22 #2
Bridger’s muscles tensed, his biceps flexing and the veins in his arms bulging as he yanked her out of her leggings. He watched Vega widen her legs, the gleam from a pole light running down her inner thigh without her knee in the way casting shadows.
Bridger trapped his bottom lip between his teeth with a famished hum vibrating deep inside his chest. “I was just wondering the same thing.”
Vega fumbled with the button on his pants, not as smooth as he was after that earth-shattering orgasm. She would probably never be the same, would probably have to become celibate after this—no one was ever going to do what Bridger did to her, making her feel the way he could.
She’d had her fair share of sex to know.
Bridger didn’t rush her, didn’t push her to go faster. He only watched as Vega finally got her fingers to work and unbuttoned his tented pants. She trailed a hand down to the bulge of his straining cock, applying pressure with her palm.
The muscles in his stomach constricted, forming a v when he rolled his hips and rubbed his erection against Vega’s hand. Bridger’s fingers slipped into the waistband of his fitted boxers, and Vega tugged, freeing him from pants-prison.
Her mouth watered when his dick bobbed against his lower abdomen. “Holy shit.” Okay, so maybe she hadn’t remembered exactly how big he was.
He pumped himself once, twice, three times. Vega watched, mouth watering as his thumb slid over his tip to wipe precum across the head. “I’ll go as slow as you need.” Bridger shifted forward, crouching so he wouldn’t hit his head, until Vega was on her back and he hovered over her.
Vega couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything but him.
There was no way to explain the feeling she had. The buzz inside her body with Bridger this close was intoxicating.
Her hand slid from his wrist to his forearm, her eyes fixed on the bulging veins, before trailing up to his toned bicep. Vega’s other hand traveled the same length of his opposite arm, her fingernails grazing his skin lightly enough to form goosebumps.
Bridger released a breath, breaking Vega’s trance with a fevered kiss.
While their tongues danced in time together, Vega slid down his torso and wrapped as much of Bridger’s girth in her hand as she could.
She gave him a few slow pumps, and Bridger groaned against her mouth, biting her bottom lip when her thumb played circles around his head, smearing more of his precum across the tip.
The noises he made had always excited her, reminding her not all men were afraid to reveal their pleasures in bed.
Vega positioned Bridger at her entrance, breaking their kiss to rest her forehead against his. He rolled his hips forward, and his tip squeezed inside Vega.
Her jaw felt like it unlatched, falling open as the pressure between her legs grew. “Oh gods,” she purred, digging her nails into Bridger’s back.
His breath hitched as he continued to slide inside. “Fuuuuck,” he shuddered. “You’re so tight.” Bridger pulled himself almost all the way out, only to press back into her further this time.
Vega’s hands fell to the small of his back, and she used all the strength she could find in the moment to bring Bridger down, taking him all the way. “I don’t need slow. I need you.”
It took only a few seconds for the words to sink into Bridger’s brain, to break through whatever trance he was in. She couldn’t be the only one who felt like her insides were going to burn her up. Bridger had to feel it too.
The rightness of the moment couldn’t be lost on him.
With himself completely seated inside, Bridger brought one hand to her cheek, pushing back the hair that’d started to stick against her face with sweat. “I’m a fucking goner, Vega.” Bridger pulled himself out and then thrust back in with more force. “You can have whatever’s left of me.”
He hit the spot deep inside that turned her body to mush. “Yes,” she said on a breath, locking her legs behind him.
He could get deeper, and Bridger knew that. He grabbed Vega by the crook of her knee, pushing one leg into her torso to open her up. Vega’s toes grazed the roof of the SUV… and then he fucked her like she’d expect a god to.
Relentless. Deep.
It took no time in this position. She came again, her hand flying out to brace herself, her skin scorching hot against the cold window as the orgasm made her quiver.
Time meant nothing. Vega lost herself inside the car. Life went on outside of it, but inside they were suspended—floating somewhere in between the worlds.
Despite the limited space they were working with, Bridger flipped her over and fucked her from behind, holding on to her hips while he hunched over and kissed the side of her neck. One hand slipped around and massaged her clit, sending her into her third fucking orgasm.
He said he was a goner, but so was she. Body, mind, and soul.
How could she ever try to get over this man, when all she’d been doing up until now was reminding herself of all the pain he’d caused, lying to herself that she could ever truly hate him?
After hitting his head a few times, Bridger moved them to the driver’s seat.
Vega felt like she was floating as she lowered down, taking every inch of him until she was flush with his lap. She moaned at the fullness, locking eyes with Bridger again.
Bridger. I’m fucking Bridger. My enemy. My ex. The man who broke my heart. Her thoughts didn’t stop her. They did the opposite. Vega rode his lap, kissing Bridger with everything she wasn’t ready to admit.
“Give me another,” Bridger ordered. Commander Dimico came to finish her off, as she’d once expected—just not like this.
“I-I…” Vega didn’t know what she was trying to say, didn’t realize she was even trying to speak until the words came tumbling out. “I can’t,” she gasped, shaking her head.
“You can and you will.” He petted the side of her face with the back of his hand, knuckles grazing over the bottom of her scar.
Vega watched his eyes brush over it, noting he didn’t share the same sadness everyone else did when they fixated on her newest flaw. The softness in his eyes made Vega’s heart flip in her chest.
“Come with me,” she said, pushing her hips down and forward at a pace she knew would drive Bridger wild, wiggling herself at the very bottom to feel the pressure building as his swollen head pressed into her g-spot.
Bridger shivered, his eyes rolling to the back of his head for a split second. He held her hips down, pushing up with his at the same time. “Fuck, Vega, that’s so good.”
She didn’t have to ask to be choked the second time. Bridger knew what would get her there the fastest. His grip wasn’t anywhere near as tight, only applying enough pressure for her to feel her pulse thrumming against his hand.
It was as if his hold on her neck said, Look at me.
Vega didn’t dare look away.
The other hand still held onto her hip, pushing her as deep as he could get. She was a whimpering mess. “Just like that.” Her voice sounded only a little strained from his hand around her throat.
Bridger pulled her by the neck, bringing their lips together at the very moment Vega fell off the cliff and dove into the overwhelming ecstasy of her next orgasm.
He slipped his hand to the back of her neck, pulling away from their kiss to watch Vega’s face as she came so hard she couldn’t keep her eyes open.
Her walls tightened and stomach quivered, gripping Bridger as he thrust his hips up once more, joining her over the edge.
“Oh fuck.” The gravel in his voice vibrated against Vega’s lips while she felt his cock pump her full of his warm release.
She couldn’t get pregnant—nothing could survive in a cursed body, so instead of spiraling about Bridger finishing inside her, Vega enjoyed the come down from her own release, watching Bridger’s gaze turn into a sated and aloof stare.
His lips parted as the last of his orgasm ran its course, and this time it was Vega who kissed his lips softly, letting his last groan of pleasure hum against her swollen lips.
After one more kiss, she shifted to move off Bridger’s lap, but his arms wrapped around, holding her in place with his ear planted against the spot between her breasts, where her heart beat erratically in her chest. “Not yet. Give me a minute.” He chuckled, the sound low.
“I’m not ready to let you go back to hating me yet. ”
As if she’d ever truly hated him in the first place.
She smirked, pushing the sweaty hair out of his eyes while he slowed his breathing and lifted his head to look at her. “But hate-sex is so good.” Vega traced her thumb down the slope of his nose.
He hummed, eyes fluttering closed for a second. “I think we proved one theory wrong.” Bridger’s eyes had returned to normal when he opened them.
“And what theory is that?” she asked, raising her scarred brow.
“It’s definitely not as good as we remember.” He licked his lips and smiled. “It’s better.”