“Please don’t.”
*****
How could he stay? Yet going wasn’t possible. A part of him wanted to bury himself inside her, and another part worried about the consequences. Pleasure always came with a price.
Giving in to the bittersweet desire, he lowered his mouth and kissed her, driving his tongue between her plush, pliable lips and devouring the sweet whimpers that traveled up her throat. Her hip brushed his cock and destroyed all restraint remaining in him.
With a disgruntled groan, he settled himself above her, but careful not to put too much weight on her. He trapped her underneath him, his cock now so hard that it painfully stretched by the zipper of his jeans. Their tongues dueled, licking, suckling, tasting. Her short nails scratched his back, clawing his skin with a wild need he knew her to always have. Her fingers walked a tingly path down his spine and slid inside of the waistband of his jeans and boxers as he also glided his hand to her bottom and cupped her firm, bare ass.
Lifting his face, he stared down at her, taking in the pale blueness of her eyes and the pink, moist pucker of her stunning mouth. “Truly, if you don’t want this, now’s the time to push me out of your bed. Otherwise, it’s on.”
“If you dare try to leave after you’ve made me all hot and bothered, I’ll have no choice but to tie you up.” She wagged her brows.
“Is that a promise?” He’d always been game in bringing her every fantasy alive.
She chuckled and it was the first time he’d heard that sweet sound in so long. Reaching for the hem of her shirt, he dragged it from her body and peered down at her bare, perfect, white globes. Although it had only been a few months since he’d touched her, it felt like centuries. Dipping his head, he suckled one tight nipple until her back arched and a wild whimper floated from her lips. He teased and worked the nipple with gentle nibbles and licks until her hips gyrated and rubbed against his throbbing cock. Every nerve in his body sprung alive.
“These have got to go fast.” He practically tore the button and zipper from his denim, then pushed them down his legs without moving from her. “These too.” He slid his fingers in the dainty waistband of her thong and dragged it down her thighs. Bringing his hand back to the vee of her thighs, her dripping slit soaked his fingers as he glided through her swollen tissue.
Hard and engorged, his deeply veined cock popped out of the hole of his boxers and he pressed against her pussy, riding the soft curves of her labia. His soldier was searching for a battle and if he didn’t find it soon, he was afraid he’d implode. She cried out, begging and pleading with him to take her, but he needed to slow down. Otherwise, he’d come too fast. He wrapped his mouth around her nipple, feeling her tremble under him as he suckled the mound of firm flesh. She brought her hips up, rolling against his cock that was so full, he thought he’d spurt before he managed to slide inside of her.
Jenn had called him a playboy, and although he’d fucked the wrong women a number of times before her, he hadn’t touched anyone but her since. Making love was different when it came to his wife because he felt like a teenager making out for the very first time. The months without her had made him needy, almost desperate. The many occasions he’d masturbated hadn’t eased the tension. Her fingers snatched around his shaft, squeezing and tugging, revealing her own desperation. “Now! Fuck me!” she implored.
Their gazes met and all restraint left him. He didn’t even bother to remove his boxers as he lifted her ass high and drove into her, sinking deep inside of the tight, coiled muscles of her passage.
Slowly, he allowed her to adjust to his size and once he was fully sheathed by her pussy, he paused to take a much-needed breath, wanting to last. She smacked him lightly on the ass as if to push him along. He chuckled and gave her what she wanted, thrusting in and out, claiming her body with each lunge. She moaned as he spread her with his cock, a raging inferno growing hotter between them as their hips slapped together.
He lifted his ass, bringing his cock all the way to the very tip before plunging deep, making his tight balls throb.
“My God. I’ve been a homeless man without you,” he breathed into the curve of her neck. “This is where I belong. Where we belong.”
As if to reply, she clenched her pussy around his shaft, clamping him in a grip that almost sent him escalating over the edge, but he wasn’t quite ready to end this yet. He kissed her neck, her ear lobe, and fully on the lips, sucking her tongue into his mouth. She pounded her hips against him, urging him to thrust faster and harder.
With each plunge, her passage grew wetter, more accommodating to his cock, until they were both covered in her thick juices. He slid in and out of her slippery, hot tunnel, feeling her muscles spasm.
Surviving longer than a few minutes without bursting was an achievement he didn’t think he was capable of, but when she whispered, “I’m close. So close.” he knew he was on the downward slope into climax.
Their hips latched on to each other, her dew growing fiery hot as he felt each tight spasm of her pussy. He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand while he pounded her hard and fast. Her screams echoed off the wall and he swallowed them with kisses.
He let go of her wrists and was surprised when she pressed her hands into his chest and gave him a push. He moaned and blindly pulled away, but once he realized she was climbing on all fours and sticking her ass up for his taking, he grinned. He always liked her in this position.
Her nice, thick bottom was close to his face and he kissed each of her cheeks before swirling his finger around the tight pucker of her ass. Slipping his pinky along her wet slit, he used her juices as lubricant as he slipped his finger in the tight hole. Her bucking slid him in deeper, but he needed to be inside of her fast. Withdrawing his finger, he grabbed his cock and brought it to her pussy, glad he was the perfect height. He plunged inside of her and she arched her back, crying out in pleasure. The tight muscles of her passage felt different in this position. He could feel every coiled muscle and it pushed him closer to release. Pleasure soaked, he enjoyed how she took the reins and rode his cock. She had been right when she said sex was never an issue between them. Nothing compared.
“Are you coming?” she whimpered as she pressed her hands against the headboard, once again changing the feeling of her body.
“Close. So. Fucking. Close.”
She moved forward and he slipped out of her. He sucked in a breath as a breeze swept over him. She stretched out under him and he knew what she wanted. She liked watching him come. It was one of her fetishes. He lowered his hips and she wrapped her mouth around him as he pumped himself in and out of her mouth. She used her tongue to roll around his head and along the backside of his shaft that drove him wild. Her palm clasped his balls and he was a goner. His climax grew strong, starting at the tip of his toes and slowly and eagerly slipping upward until he was engulfed in internal flames. An electrical volt jolted him and his toes curled, his legs jerked and he gritted his teeth against the thrilling sensation. His cock twitched and with each random squeeze of her mouth he found himself climbing another mountain. She dropped her head back into the bed and his cock slipped free. Grasping his shaft in his fist, he rubbed until he squirted, leaving thin strands of his release over her chest, her torso and glistening pussy.
He dropped down beside her, a hostage to the thrilling release. When he was capable of moving, he plucked his T-shirt from the end of the bed and wiped up the evidence of his orgasm. If only he could wipe the pain of the past from her too…
“It isn’t fair that I do this to you,” she said in a shaky voice.
6
He blinked. “That you turn me fucking on only to push me away? Yeah…it’s pretty dirty.” He gave her a quick kiss on her lips, then dragged her into the nook of his arm and kissed her on top of the head.
His semi-flaccid cock was laying sideways, a drop of come moistened the tip, making her thigh wet. Another spasm rolled through her uterus. “It’s true what they say.”
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��What’s that?”
“Orgasms are better when you’re pregnant.”
His cock jerked. “Another thank you to those pregnancy hormones. They make everything enlarged, including a clit.”
“It’s amazing.”
“Yes, it is.”
“I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
“I believe you, babe. After all, I was the one who initiated it.”
Heat crawled up her neck, then wormed up into her cheeks. She’d never been bashful or modest when it came to sex, especially not with Bridge. He’d always made her feel like the body was made to reap the rewards of passion. From the very first time she met him, she’d been hooked. They’d run into each other and two hours later they were naked in each other’s arms. She’d loved that he’d had an equal appetite for both giving and taking pleasure. Being aggressive herself, she needed a powerful man to meet her head on between the sheets.
After they’d separated, she had tossed around the idea of experiencing sex with another, but the ideas were as fleeting as the weather. Her husband was the only man she craved, and that’s why they continued to land in each other’s arms, even if they had intentions of keeping their clothes on.
Jenn had tried to curve her hunger for her husband. Something about him drew her in like water to a sponge. Honey to a bear. A pacifier to a baby.
He shifted on the mattress and her body naturally fell deeper against him. His arm came up to lay over his forehead and she followed the visual line of the cross tattoo on his arm. It covered most of his thick bicep. “I still respect you even though you gave in,” she said.
With a side-glance, he burst out into laughter. “I gave in? Didn’t we both?”
“Yes…but…”
“But what? Are you still trying to deny the explosive connection between us?”
“You’re missing my point.” His irises turned darker and she swallowed. “The sex is great—”
“Great?” He flipped up a brow.
“Okay. Mind-blowing, but sex can also be a temporary fix for something deeper.”
He ground out a frustrated moan. “Please, doll. Don’t use your medical degree on me.”
She lifted up on her elbow to look down into his profile. “Oh, so it’s okay for you to diagnose me?”
His lips twisted “Baby, I’m an OB/GYN. You’re a sex therapist.”
She gave a tight shrug and dropped her head back into the pillow. “We’ve always used sex to brush away the real issues.”
He lifted himself up this time, anchoring a scruffy chin on the heel of his hand. “Alright, then let’s talk about it. What are the ‘real’ issues from your point of view?”
Moistening her lips, she wasn’t sure she was ready to hang them out during a post-sexual high, but it was she who opened the can of worms. “Promise you won’t get angry with me and pull away.”
“When have I ever?” Staring, he sighed. “Okay. My communication hasn’t always been pristine.”
“One, you work all the time.” His schedule had always been a major issue. “There were times I had plans, made a romantic dinner only to have you not show up. Little things like that put a void in a couple’s relationship.”
“I’ll give you that. I took on too many patients and that’s why I expanded and brought in two new doctors. If those are the ‘little’ things, then what are the ‘bigger’ ones?” The area between his brows scrunched.
“This probably isn’t the time.”
Bridge coaxed her words out by stroking a warm finger along the curve of her waist. The languorous strokes sent trembles down her legs. “You need to say what’s on your mind, sweetheart.”
Whenever they got close to discussing the ‘bigger’ issues, she tended to clam up. “We lost a baby, Bridge. You have tried to convince me that you don’t have a sliver of blame. I was driving and wrecked. I couldn’t see five feet in front of the window, and instead of pulling over, I continued to drive.”
He blew out a long breath. “Are you wanting me to be angry with you?”
She clamped her bottom lip between her teeth. “No, I don’t want your anger. I just want your honesty.”
“Stop assuming you know what I’m feeling. If you’re asking me to validate your guilt, then you’re barking up the wrong tree.” His stern stare riddled through her. “Women miscarry. It was an accident. Might not make any sense, but we have to find peace.”
She opened her mouth, but the words didn’t develop.
He sighed.
“What about other women?”
“Other women?” He squinted, then hopped up and headed toward the adjoining bathroom, stopping to look over his shoulder. “I would think by now you’d know the answer to your question. Think over those words, babe. I’m taking a shower.”
*****
Bridge gave his body a good scrubbing, wishing he could scrub away his disappointment. After making love to his beautiful wife, they should be spooning. As masculine as he was, he loved to cuddle. Instead, he was taking a cold shower alone. And when he stepped into the bedroom minutes later, Jenn was asleep again.
He didn’t want to disturb her so he strolled down the hall and into his bedroom. He dragged on a pair of jeans and his cell vibrated from the nightstand. He checked the screen and saw that he had a missed call from Eliza. He hit ‘call’ and on the second ring his colleague answered.
“You didn’t show up. Get lost?”
Running a hand through his damp hair, he involuntarily shot a glance toward the hallway. “I’ve been busy.”
“Hey, I get it, but you were the one who asked me to attend the gala with you.” Although she chuckled, Bridge could sense she was upset. He didn’t like to make anyone feel hurt.
“I thought we could attend together. Did you still go?”
There was a slight hesitation. “I did, but it wasn’t the same without you.”
“I’m sure Kevin was happy to see you.” He referred to her on-again, off-again doctor boyfriend of six months.
“Bridge, when are we going to stop curtailing around the issue?”
He blew out a long breath. He’d handled enough ‘issues’ for the night. With his wife he had an obligation, but with Eliza he didn’t. “Not sure what issues you’re talking about.”
“You and me. You and your wife are separated and getting a divorce. I know you have steel ethics that have kept you from making a move while the matrimonial ribbon is still tied, but how long am I expected to wait?”
Dropping down onto the edge of the bed, he rubbed his aching eyes with his thumb and forefinger. “Eliza…”
“I feel a fake sincerity coming on.”
“Okay. I’ve never meant to make you think I wanted more than friendship. If I’ve given you that impression, I’m sorry.” Since Jenn had left, he’d watched his every move around women, especially his beautiful colleague who had made advances on him several times. If he didn’t have ‘steel ethics’ as she pointed out, he would have thrown caution to the wind and done the stupidest thing a man could do and follow his cock. Many times since Jenn had left, he’d been miserable, wanting relief, but when he closed his eyes the only one he could see was his wife.
“I thought you were playing hard to get. I don’t mind a little chasing when the prize is so tempting, but I’m beginning to think I’m spinning my wheels.”
“Eliza, I want you to know that Jenn has moved back in. She’s carrying my child.”
Her gasp shook the line. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“No, I wouldn’t joke about something like this.”
And then she laughed, completely opposite of the reaction he’d expected. “It hurts me to say this, but this seems fitting.”
“Fitting?” His eyes were drawn to the hallway again.
“Come on, Bridge. Speaking from a friend, and not a disgruntled woman who had hopes, you have been given a second chance. If my ex would have been as angry as you have been over the last few years, we’d still be together.”
“He was an ass. You deserve better.”
“Thank you. I believe so too.” Her sigh rattled the line. “I want you to be happy too because you deserve it. I think it’s best I resign from the practice. It’s best for all involved.”
He groaned, but knew she was probably right. “You’re one of the best damn doctors I know.”
“I am and it’s going to be your loss in more ways than one, but from a woman’s standpoint, tell Jenn the truth and fight like hell. Goodbye, Bridge.” The line clicked dead.
Dropping his phone onto the bed beside his hip, he shook his head. He hated that he was losing his best doctor, but he knew she had a point. Although nothing happened between Eliza and him, outside of a fleeting kiss one evening when he had hit rock bottom, Jenn didn’t believe him. Rather, he felt she did, but she used the past as a weapon.
He’d tried to live without her and had been unsuccessful. A man who loved a woman like he did needed to forget his pride and fight for her. She was his wife was carrying his child, and he wanted his family.
7
Still reeling from their lovemaking, the next day Jenn stepped off the elevator into the condo only to be grabbed around the waist by powerful arms and pulled against a hard body. A gasp parted her lips only to be sucked back in when Bridge whispered next to her ear, “I’m glad you’re home.” She smiled and relaxed against him, feeling every strong ridge of his body, especially the bulge growing against her ass. The material of her skirt and thong were no defense against the heat from him. The galloping of her heart thrummed through her inner ears, or was it his?
“What are you doing, Bridge?”
“Greeting my wife.”
“Almost giving your wife a heart attack. I thought I was going to have to whip out my skills in self-defense. Aren’t you supposed to be at work? It’s only early evening.”
He chuckled and it vibrated all the way down to her slick slit. She’d been fantasizing about him all day and her body was reacting on all levels of desire.
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