Over the Edge: The Bridge Series: Book Three

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by Meredith Wild


  I dipped down to take her lips. She tasted like apples and wine. I groaned and reveled at the way she melted under me. Made me want to spend hours winding her up and watching her let go. I’d never get tired of it.

  I settled between her thighs and ground against her. I pressed my growing erection to the seam of her jeans to ensure pressure to her clit. She gasped and lifted her hips into the contact. Now that she was in the right frame of mind…

  I caught her breast in my hand and squeezed. I kissed along her jaw and nipped at her ear. “Let’s make a baby.”

  When I rounded back to her mouth, she smiled under our kiss.

  “You know you want to,” I teased, nibbling gently at her lips.

  “We need to talk about this some more.”

  “Do we?” Goddamn, when was she going to give up the fight? I went for the button on her jeans and deftly unfastened and unzipped the denim barrier. “Let me get inside you, and we won’t need to talk about anything.”

  “This is a big deal.”

  She was trying to be serious, but I could tell she was struggling not to smile.

  This was how I got my way. If I could just keep her laughing or coming, she couldn’t dig her heels in too much.

  I lifted off of her, pretending like I wanted to talk, but swiftly took advantage of my position to slip my hand into her jeans and tease her through her panties.

  “You got off the pill. I thought that was the green light.” I glanced down between us, harnessing all my willpower not to push the fabric aside and sink my fingers into her pussy.

  “You threw my pills out half way through my cycle, so I didn’t bother getting a new prescription. Not quite the same.” She circled my wrist but didn’t slow my strokes. Instead, she slid her hand over mine, joining me as I rubbed her.

  I smirked. “You didn’t argue.”

  “Much,” she muttered, arching into my touch.

  All I could think about was claiming her, reaching the deepest part of her, and binding us together in every way possible. The thought of trying for a baby had always been attractive. After all, fucking her was no hardship. But making love to her was so much more than the physical act. I wanted to look deep into her eyes when I let go and know she wanted exactly what I wanted—a family, a future made up of the two of us and our children.

  But if she wasn’t ready, she wasn’t ready.

  I drew in a sobering breath, withdrew my touch, and rolled off of her onto my back. I scrubbed my fingers through my hair and tried to get my libido under control. Then she straddled across my hips. That wasn’t really helping matters.

  “I thought you said you wanted to talk,” I grumbled.

  “I do,” she said softly. “I want to do a lot more than talk, but…I’m scared that we’re moving too fast, Darren. Everything has been so rushed. With us, and then the wedding. I know I want this with you, but I don’t want to overwhelm either of us.”

  I sighed and held her by the hips, ignoring the suggestiveness of her position over me. “Vanessa, I want to be overwhelmed. Especially by you and with you.”

  “You say that now…” She lifted her shoulder and looked down to where her fingers tangled in my shirt.

  She was being too cautious and careful, as usual. When we’d talked about it before, she’d seemed ready, but then something spooked her. Maybe it was seeing Maya go through these past couple months of late pregnancy. Maybe her work at Youth Arts was picking up speed and legitimately stressing her out enough to want to take a step back.

  But if we waited until we were ready, we never would be. The thought of being a parent scared the shit out of me too, but the love that burned inside me for Vanessa was stronger than my fear. I was determined to have every experience with her, and if Cameron was brave enough to take the plunge, so was I.

  I flipped her to her back again, but instead of stripping her down and ravaging her the way I wanted to, I simply stared into her eyes.

  “I know you think I’m being my usual crazy impulsive self.” I hesitated, hoping she would truly believe what I was about to say. “I love you, Vanessa. More than my own life, and I know I’m going to love our children the same way. It’s going to be intense, more than we can even imagine right now. But I’m ready for that kind of love.”

  Her expression softened with a sigh. “Darren…”

  “I want a family with you, baby. I know it’s not obvious with the way my parents are, but Cam, Liv, and I had some good times. Being around them all the time makes me miss it. I had no idea if I would ever settle down, but I figured if I did, Cam’s and my kids would grow up together. I’ll wait as long as you want to, but—”

  She pressed her fingers to my lips. “Darren, trust me, I’ve got baby fever. Like really bad. The second Maya told me she was pregnant, I started living vicariously through every milestone with her. But it’s a really big decision. I want to be sure you’re really ready too.”

  She didn’t have to say it, but I could guess at the source of her hesitation. I feathered my fingertips over the freckles that danced across her nose and cheekbone.

  “Red, I’m not like your dad. I’m not going anywhere. You and I, we’re partners for life. I’m going to be here, always, for you and for our family when we decide to have one.”

  Her eyes glimmered with emotion. She sifted her fingers through my hair and pulled me down into a kiss. “Thank you.”

  I lifted away a fraction, gazing into her eyes. “Do you believe me?”

  She nodded. “I know you’re not like him. I’m sorry.”

  “You don’t have to be sorry. You just tell me when you’re ready.”

  She opened her mouth to speak, but I swallowed whatever she might have wanted to say with another deep kiss. I roved my hands over her, tugging at her clothes and discarding mine. Ready or not, I was having her tonight. We could argue about the baby thing later. In the meantime, she was my wife and I had every intention of making her come until we were both completely wasted.

  The second I had her naked, I was sinking into her. My love… my whole life. She was everything to me, and this was where I belonged—in her arms, every day of our lives.

  I caressed her everywhere, kissing her, whispering in her ear. I loved her so damn much…

  My body was on fire for her, responsive to every small touch and reaction between us as I made love to her. I was close and sensed she was too.

  “Darren.” Her voice was breathless as she tightened around me.

  “Right here, baby.”

  I expected her to tell me to go faster or slower or mutter something deliciously dirty.

  Instead, she caught my face in her palms. “I’m ready.”

  I blinked, trying to get my brain to work. Then my heart started racing faster when I caught her meaning. “Are you serious?”

  She nodded, her chest heaving under soft breaths. “I’m ready. Let’s make a baby.”

  I closed my eyes and went deeper on my next thrust. “Vanessa…” Her name on my lips was a question and a prayer.

  Was she sure? I hoped to God she was, because I wasn’t sure I could stop myself. I wasn’t thinking clearly. I couldn’t when we were this close, when she was wrapped all around me. Goddamn, but I wanted her to be ready.

  I was about to ask her again when she brushed her lips over mine.

  “Come inside me.”

  That was it. I groaned and pumped harder, but I didn’t rush. I held on steady, gazing into her eyes, sensing her climb and waiting for the right time.

  Our eyes locked, we shared each breath, and in a moment of perfect harmony, we came together. Instinct drove me to stay nestled deep inside of her.

  I smiled as I caught my breath. “That was fun.”

  She laughed softly. “It was. We should do it again sometime.”

  “Definitely. At least a few more times tonight.”

  “You’re a man on a mission, I can tell,” she teased.

  I shook my head. “Ever since I met you, Vanessa, I’ve
been on a mission to make you mine. Never going to stop, so you might as well get used to it.”

  I melded my mouth to hers with a gentle kiss, determined to make good on every promise I’d ever made to her. Tonight and every day of our future.

  The End

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  Also by Meredith Wild

  The Bridge Series

  On My Knees

  Into The Fire

  Over the Edge

  The Hacker Series

  Hardwired

  Hardpressed

  Hardline

  Hard Limit

  Hard Love

  Acknowledgments

  Olivia’s story has been kicking around in my head for almost two years, so having the chance to finally sit down and pen it was a relief and a thrill. Some stories just flow. Even when people got a little wide-eyed when I described the premise, deep down I knew that my characters would pull through and help me get it done.

  Mia Michelle, thank you yet again for being an amazing cheerleader and helping make writing fun again. I’m not sure the words would have flowed so well without our little side project (wink wink). Our late-night chats and inappropriate banter kept me sane, yet again!

  Dave Grishman, thanks for your Wall Street insights and keeping the operation running smoothly while I disappeared into the writing cave for weeks. And to all my Waterhouse Press peeps, Kurt, Yvonne, Dave Mac, Amber, and Jonathan.

  Big thanks to Shayla Fereshetian for your late-night writing sprints, caffeine deliveries, and endless support. I’m lucky to call you a friend!

  Thanks, Mom, for always being there for me…

  Special thanks to Angel Payne and my sprint group buddies for making the many writing pushes much less lonely.

  My betas, thank you for your amazing feedback! Hearing your thoughts after I cross the finish line is one of my favorite parts of this process.

  As always, thanks to my amazeballs editor, Helen Hardt, for helping me get another manuscript ready for the masses in record time.

  Last but not least, Team Wild, your unfailing support and enthusiasm give me purpose! Every time I sit down to write, I’m writing a story I hope you’ll love and remember. When I started our little group over two years ago, I could have never imagined the friendships that would be forged. I am so grateful for each and every one of you!

  About the Author

  Meredith Wild is a #1 New York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling author of romance. Living on Florida’s Gulf Coast with her husband and three children, she refers to herself as a techie, whiskey-appreciator, and hopeless romantic. When she isn’t living in the fantasy world of her characters, she can usually be found at

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