Over the Edge: The Bridge Series: Book Three

by Meredith Wild

  This was it. I couldn’t wait anymore. I had to have her.

  OLIVIA

  I’d forgotten all the harsh words that had left Will’s lips the second they touched mine. Because his kisses were magic. Unexpectedly soft and slow. Full of restraint and a tenderness I’d never expected he was capable of. I sighed into them, letting myself fall into the pleasure of his touch. He tangled his fingers in my hair and then roamed over my body, touching and teasing.

  The drugging sweeps of his lips made me dizzy. When I opened and sought his tongue, he evaded me, dragging his lips instead over my cheek and along my jaw. He returned to nip gently at my lips, kissing and sucking them until they felt swollen and hot.

  When he caressed down my thigh and his hand disappeared under the hem of my dress, my legs seemed to part on their own. So far everything Will did was magic, and I welcomed more of that heavenly, warm buzz between my legs. My breath rushed out when he stroked me through my panties, putting pressure where my clit was already aching for contact. I shifted my hips, and he answered by pushing the thin fabric aside. He traced a finger up my wet slit.

  He lifted the corner of his mouth. “You’re bare, princess. I love it when I’m right,” he whispered.

  I smiled because I couldn’t help it. “Shut up.”

  “You’ll forgive me in a minute, I promise.”

  He glided easily through my folds. “So smooth and so fucking wet for me. Can’t wait to watch you come, Olivia.”

  I fisted my fingers into his shirt and gasped as he slid back and forth from my clit to my opening.

  When he put his mouth on me again, the kiss was hungry…demanding. Then, for the first time, I tasted the smoky liquor on his tongue as he simultaneously slid two fingers deep into my pussy. I clenched around him, unprepared for the invasion but badly wanting it.

  I closed my eyes with a moan.

  He held me tight against him and entered me again gently, sending another ripple of pleasure through me.

  “This is just the beginning, Olivia,” he whispered against my lips. “I’m not stopping until you shatter around me, until you’re hoarse from screaming my name. You have no idea how badly I want you right now.”

  Heaven knew I wanted him too. Against all reason and better judgment. I threw it all out the window and fell into the lust ripping through me. I arched and lifted, seeking his touch everywhere—where our mouths hungrily met, where his fingers twisted and fucked me, against his broad chest that both warmed me and trapped me to him.

  Where his touch was tender before, he devoured me now, claiming me, pumping into me to the time of this erotic rhythm he’d created.

  I released a desperate moan, but he silenced the sound with the ferocity of another kiss. My body climbed with sensation. My nipples ached under my clothes, and my skin burned where our bodies touched. I wanted more of his skin against me. I hungered for his cock inside me. More than anything, I craved release from the intense need he was creating. But inside each moment, I reveled in the wonder of it all, the pressure, the friction, the anchor points where he ruled my body.

  After a few more perfectly placed flicks against my clit and glides inside my sensitive flesh, I began to unravel, no longer able to hold back and savor the magic in his touch.

  “Oh, God!” I seized around his fingers, coming with a broken cry against his lips. The orgasm crashed over me hard and fast, a wash of relief and bliss.

  I clung to his hard body like I was drowning, trying to catch my breath. I hadn’t come under a man’s hand since… I couldn’t even remember the last time someone had stolen my breath that way.

  Eager to return the pleasure, I reached for him, molding my palm around the outline of his cock in his pants. He exhaled a breath as I marveled at the size of him. I couldn’t want him any more than I did right now. I hadn’t had someone touch me with such selfless dedication for as long as I could remember. And right now, I wanted to forget everything outside of this moment and drown the judging voices that had plagued me since I’d met Will.

  I reached for his zipper, but before I could release him, he’d tugged me up against him and kissed me hard. Without another word, he lifted us off the couch. I circled his waist with my legs, and he carried me to the other side of the apartment. His bedroom was dark, save for the city lights twinkling through a large picture window and a soft light from a small bedside lamp.

  He lowered me to my feet beside the bed. Its puffy white bedspread was almost as inviting as the man standing before me with more heat and hunger in his gaze than I’d ever seen.

  I lifted to my toes and pulled us close, sealing our mouths. Our tongues tangled, our bodies brushed together as we tugged at each other’s clothes. Pulling down the sleeve of my dress, he attacked the flesh he revealed. The fabric tore as he tugged the garment down, letting it fall to my feet. My head fell back with a sigh. He dragged his tongue up the column of my neck and nipped at my ear.

  “There are a few things you need to know, Olivia.”

  “What’s that?” I wondered breathlessly.

  He unclasped my bra and slid his palms over my sensitive nipples. “I’m in charge. I told you before. I call the shots.”

  I nodded, because right now I had complete faith in his ability to give me more pleasure than I ever imagined.

  “That means you only come when I say, no matter how badly you want it.”

  I widened my eyes. “But…it just came over me.”

  “I understand that. But as long as I’m the one pulling them from you, your orgasms are mine. Mine to control, mine to take. Are we clear?”

  I felt the dominance in his tone all the way down to my toes, and in other places that now pulsed for his attention.

  “What if I can’t help it?” I’d never held an orgasm for a man, and I had no idea how I’d be able to control it when Will seemed to inspire them with such ease.

  He clamped his finger and thumb down on my taut bud and pinched.

  “Ow.” I jolted at the pain but didn’t pull away.

  He smirked. “Then I’ll punish you, princess.”

  He nudged me back so I fell onto the bed. Pulling off his shirt, he revealed his impressively toned torso. Tight pectorals that led to a V of defined abdominals. Rapt and on fire for the man, I watched with more interest than patience.

  He whipped out his belt and pushed his pants and boxers to the floor. His erection sprang forward, thick and virile. He took a condom from the bedside drawer and rolled it on slowly.

  “What else?” My voice was breathy, a mix of lust and anticipation. I bit down hard on my bottom lip because I couldn’t wait to feel more of him.

  “I’m rough. But you’ll like it.”

  He grabbed the lace tops of my panties and ripped them down without ceremony.

  I held my breath. My brain was still piecing itself back together. What the hell did that mean? Climbing over me, he leaned down for another full-mouthed kiss. Then, before I could reply, he flipped me to my belly and slapped me hard on the ass.

  WILL

  The lithe line of her body froze. I drifted south, inhaling her scent and trailing my lips and tongue over the skin where my hand had made contact. She made a small sound of pleasure, but she was still tense, taut like a bow. I could smell her arousal. The heat radiating off her skin brought her heady scent into my lungs. I was quickly losing my mind. My willpower was like a rubber band that had been pulled too tight for too long. Now I was ready to fucking snap.

  But as willing as Olivia had been moments ago, an air of tension lingered between us…

  I rolled her back to face me.

  Her eyes were wide and bright. Her cheeks were flushed pink. “What exactly do you mean by rough?”

  Her words were strained, and in that moment, I regretted the little swat as much as I enjoyed watching the red handprint form on her ass. How could I explain what I wanted without scaring her out of my bed? Olivia Bridge wasn’t a virgin, but she had a lot to learn about the way I played. The
re was only one way to teach her…

  When I pushed her legs apart, she opened for me, giving me a glorious view of her bare pussy. Her chest moved under rapid uneven breaths.

  “I’m going to give you a taste of how I like it, princess. If you like it too, I’ll give you more than you can handle. If you don’t, you tell me, and I’ll fuck you slow and sweet like Prince Charming. How does that sound?”

  I dropped down on my elbows, hovering above her. I gazed into her hooded blue eyes. Every inch of my flesh buzzed with need.

  She licked her lips absently.

  “I like you vulnerable, Olivia. Never be afraid to show me that side of you.”

  I slid my palm over the curve of her cheek and drew massaging circles around the knot of her jaw. Our lips brushed together, and I inhaled her next breath. “I’m going to take care of you, princess.”

  “I know,” she whispered, softening as she wove her fingers through my hair.

  I lined myself up to take her fast and hard, inching into her tight heat. I was barely inside her. Her flesh hugged the tip of my aching cock. “God, you feel good,” I murmured. Then, feeling no resistance from her wet pussy, I slammed home.

  Her jaw fell with a silent cry. I didn’t wait. I couldn’t wait. I drove hard, again and again, melding our bodies together, sinking her into the bed as I sank into her.

  She was tight, primed for everything I wanted to give her. Her body wrapped around me in every way, arms and legs and her beautiful wet cunt hugging my cock.

  Fuck, she was so ready and willing, open and vulnerable, trusting in what I hadn’t yet been able to show her. And the way she’d given in to me was perfection next to the dozen or so scenarios I’d played out in my sordid fantasies.

  She dug her heels into my thighs, urging me faster and harder.

  God, she was ready…and waiting.

  “You want to come for me already, don’t you, sweetheart?”

  “Yes,” she whimpered. She clenched down around me, and her lip trembled.

  As much as I wanted to make this last and draw out her pleasure, nothing about being inside Olivia was making me want to slow down. I closed my eyes, savoring the delicious grip of her body on me. “Come for me.”

  She moaned softly and pressed her nails into my flesh. I pumped harder, slamming my hips to hers. I tensed my jaw, trying like hell to exercise restraint, but she’d given me no reason to. Her eyes closed and her chin went heavenward as a throaty moan escaped her lips.

  Heaven help me. Desire rushed down my spine. Heat raced like fire through my veins. And I had a clear premonition that the look on her face would be indelible on my mind for a very long time.

  The orgasm seemed to swallow the air from my lungs, sweeping down into my throbbing cock. I banded my arm around her hips and drove until I felt the end of her. She screamed, and a violent tremor shook her body.

  After a few deep thrusts, I came hard, shouting her name into the tornado of sex and mindless delirium that filled the air around us. Somewhere in the haze, I wished I could have come inside her and marked that place that made her shake…as mine and only mine.

  Chapter Five

  IAN

  The vodka had just about worn off, but the Red Bulls hadn’t. The sun had been up for an hour when I stopped staring at the ceiling and finally went to the kitchen. I’d spent the night throwing back some drinks and talking shit with pals from work. I’d even talked to a few women that I could have pursued, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Liv in Will’s bed. The potent visual flooded my thoughts every time I contemplated bringing someone home.

  Thousands of pretty girls in New York, but the irrefutable truth was that no one could hold a candle to Olivia Bridge. She wasn’t a diamond in the rough. She was just a fucking diamond—beautiful, refined, smart. A prize for any man.

  Except she was Darren’s sister…and Will’s new fucktoy.

  It had been a late night at the bar, extended further by a few more hours of listening to Liv’s primal screams. I’d been hard half the night, and now my body refused to succumb to sleep.

  I scowled and pushed scrambled eggs around a frying pan, eager to satisfy at least one of my basic instincts.

  I’d never had anything but an easy camaraderie with Will, but right now I fucking hated the man. I hated him for being the one to have her last night. If I hadn’t been so honorable for once in my life, I’d have been the one making her scream my name.

  “Oh, I’m sorry.”

  I turned, and Liv was standing in the middle of the kitchen, wearing nothing but a white T-shirt that she was tugging down at the hem. Her makeup had worn off. Her hair was tousled, her lips were full, and her skin glowed. She was impossibly beautiful.

  I took a deep breath and reminded myself to be good—whatever the hell that meant. For the moment, I’d try to pretend like I hadn’t heard her in the throes of ecstasy for hours. I wouldn’t let on that I’d spent those hours fantasizing about all the ways I could take her over the edge, with or without Will.

  I cleared my throat. “You hungry?”

  She chewed her lip and eyed the food cooking on the stove. “A little, actually.”

  “Sit.” I motioned toward the stools that lined the kitchen island. “I’ll make you a plate.”

  She took a seat and tucked her hair behind her ear shyly. I turned away and tried to focus on the task at hand. But having her in the same room was distracting as fuck. Either that or I was still half drunk.

  I finished cooking the eggs and the sausages that sizzled on the burner and made us each a plate. We ate in silence, and as the minutes passed, the tension saturated the air between us. She was close enough to touch, and that’s all I could think about—tangling my fingers in her hair and kissing her breathless.

  When she finished, she set down her fork and pushed her plate away. “I wanted to thank you for your…discretion,” she said quietly, breaking me from my single-minded thoughts.

  “Thank you for yours.”

  Her brow wrinkled.

  “Darren pretty much forbade me from even looking at you. It’s been nice to cheat a little. Even if he’ll skin me alive if he ever knew what I know.”

  She blushed with a small smile. “You saved his life. Hopefully he’d forgive you. I doubt he’d forgive me.”

  “Big brothers are overprotective. I get it. I’ve got four little sisters.”

  “Yeah…” She picked up one of the little green fruits that were piled into a bowl on the counter. She rolled it between her fingers, studying it, but her thoughts seemed far away.

  “Try one,” I said, grabbing one for myself.

  “What are they?”

  “Quenepa. I get them at the Caribbean market down the street. Reminds me of the Dominican. They call them limoncillo there. Little kids would sell them on the beach, and I ate them like crazy.” I cracked the green skin of one with my teeth before popping the sweet fruit into my mouth.

  “Did you grow up there?”

  I worked the flesh off the fruit and removed the seed, reaching for another.

  “No, my mom did, though. I used to spend summers there with my sisters to see family. You know, until we grew up and had to find real jobs.” I smirked, but something told me she didn’t know that much about summer jobs. Darren was as down to earth as they came, but he and his siblings were born into money. The kind of money I knew nothing about.

  She shrugged with a smile. “Nothing like the summers of youth.”

  “No kidding. Now it’s running into burning buildings and laying tile. Not nearly as fun.”

  “Seems like you’ve all got side gigs. Like risking your lives every day isn’t enough.” She folded her arms and leaned in.

  I shrugged. “Yeah, but I’ve had this one since high school. I learned the trade from my dad. He put me to work as soon as I could be trusted with power tools.”

  She laughed. “Do you still work together?”

  “Nah.” I shook my head and avoided her penetrating ga
ze.

  I was mixed up enough. Last thing I wanted to talk about was my father…or that gaping hole in my chest that his death had left behind. I tensed my jaw. Nope. Wasn’t going there.

  “I guess I should get cleaned up.” She stood, came beside me, and reached for my plate.

  “I can get this. Don’t worry about it.” I rose, stopping her. But as I did, I sensed her heat. My breath caught being this close. Close enough that I could inhale her lavender scent and see the small reactions of her body. Her short breathing, her nipples getting hard under Will’s T-shirt. Her back was to the counter. Another few inches in her direction, and I’d have her pinned.

  Her gaze flickered up to mine and then lowered down my bare chest. She reached out and softly traced the mosaic of ink that stretched across half my torso.

  My heart raced. All my senses went on high alert, reacting to her proximity. I tensed, silently praying that this would be her last night here. I’d never known Will to let a girl stay overnight. I had no idea what his plan was. I didn’t want Will to hurt her, but I couldn’t do this. She was temptation personified, and I was so fucked right now.

  “What does it mean?” Her voice was as soft and sensual as her touch.

  I shook my head, my jaw tight. “Doesn’t matter.”

  A hundred women might have asked me the same question, but for the first time since the needle had hit my skin, I wanted to say it out loud. I wanted to tell her. But I couldn’t…wouldn’t.

  When she pulled her hand away, I caught it and pressed it back against my ribs. My hand covered the delicate planes of hers. I took the last step that had us nearly touching, and she sucked in a breath. I caressed up her arm, slowly, reveling in her softness. I sifted my fingers through the silky strands of her hair and angled her face up to me. Her eyes were hazy. Those beautiful rose-colored lips parted like they were begging without words. And she didn’t move, even as my skin burned under her touch. I bent toward her, craving those luscious lips, inhaling her scent into my lungs. Even as my mind screamed…