by Tory Baker
“Take my shorts off. I want to feel all of you.”
“Christ, you’re killing me.” He licks my nipple while my other hand runs through his thick dark hair, not wanting him to leave, but I feel him starting to lift up.
“What?” I lift up when he’s on his haunches between my legs.
“Taking these off.” He unwraps my legs from around him, pulling them up and over his shoulders while taking my shorts off.
“Finally, you do something I ask for.” I bat my eyelashes at him while a smile spreads across my face.
“You’re playing with fire, Kel. It’s a good thing I’m about to put out the flame.”
“Did you seriously just say that? Would you like some wine with that cheese?” This is what I’m talking about when it comes to the layers that encompass Bridger. I don’t think I’ll ever peel back every layer, and I’m really liking that.
“Sue me. It was a bad joke, but I am about to make you mine.” He kisses the inside of both my ankles as he spreads my legs for his pleasure. He’s staring at my center, where I’m completely bare for him, well, for the first person ever in my life.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Kellie.” Bridger’s hand glides up the length of my legs until he reaches the apex of my thighs.
“Bridger.” My voice is needier than ever as his thumb rubs my clit in slow circles, causing me to lift up my hips, silently begging for more.
“I’m going to make you feel good, don’t you worry about that,” he states.
“I need you inside me.” His cock is so close to my entrance that if I can move my hips in just the right way, he’ll slide inside me.
“We’re not having sex yet, Kellie.” I know I’m going to have to persuade him into something though, because there is no way I want another day to pass by when I don’t feel like this man doesn’t own me.
“Not all the way, just the tip?” I question. It comes out in a joking way though. I swear I’ve heard that around the office in a more than normal capacity.
“You can’t joke about this, baby. It’s too serious.”
“I’m not. I just want to feel you. I promise I won’t move, not even an inch. Please give me this.” My hands find his again. He squeezes them firmly in his before I see the answer written on his face.
“I’ll give you this, but I’m telling you now if you move, it’s over, and I’m coming inside your pussy, Kellie. If you don’t want that, you need to tell me now.”
“Yes, please?”
“You’re so damn perfect for me. Look at you all splayed out for me, begging for my cock.” We both watch as he places the head of his cock at my entrance. I do as promised. I don’t move an inch—well, besides squeezing Bridger’s hands.
“We look so good together,” I whimper out, watching him lazily slide in until he stops moving.
“Hell yes, we do.” Bridger disentangles one of our hands. He brings it between our bodies, being careful not to interfere with me watching us together.
“Keep doing that, Kel.”
“Do what, this? But I thought you didn’t want me to move a muscle?” I clamp my pussy down on his cock.
“Fuck yeah, that you can do.” Thank God for that article I read online about women and using their Kegel muscles. I’m about to put them to the test. His thumb is slick with my desire. My body is coming alive, trembling with need and heightening my pleasure.
“God, Bridger, don’t stop.” I’m so close to coming, and I want him to come with me. “Can we come together?” I ask.
“Hell fucking yes, I’m right there. Take me with you, Kellie,” he grumbles. My pussy clamps down so tight on him, his body jerks but never breaks my barrier. His cum is deep inside me though. I can feel it everywhere, especially when Bridger slowly pulls out.
“Look down, Kellie. I want you to see what you do to me.” My eyes meet his before sliding down the length of his body. His cock is slowly softening, but what he’s looking at is how not only the insides of my thighs are painted with our release, it’s also leaking out of me.
“Bridger,” I moan.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I nod my head in return. The emotions on my face must be showing just how thick they’re clogging my throat. Bridger lies next to me, gathering me in his arms, not caring about the mess that we will both be in. All he cares about is comforting me. Something he’s been doing for what seems like forever now, all while I was running away from him when I should have been running to him.
“Thank you,” I mutter into his chest.
“Nothing to thank me for, sunshine. If anything, I should be thanking you,” he says with a smirk, but he knows exactly what I mean by the soft kiss I place directly on his chest where his heart beats beneath.
That’s how we fall asleep, the lamp still on, our bodies sticking together, and not a care in the world.
Ten
Bridger

I wake up before Kellie. Something tells me she hasn’t been sleeping even before shit came to a head yesterday. Add in our late-night activities, and I’d say my woman is clearly needing the sleep she’s getting.
The only reason I woke up myself was Legend. He started thumping his tail on the wood floors, and I knew if he kept at it, he’d either jump on the bed with us or wake Kellie with his need to be up himself. It wasn’t easy to disentangle my body from hers either.
I’m not sure how I held back last night. Knowing she wasn’t ready was probably a majority of the reason. The way she held still when she could have taken over, I could have been balls deep inside her hot body. Holding back was the right thing to do though.
I find my shorts that were haphazardly thrown last night. They somehow managed to land on the dresser that’s situated by the door leading out to the short hallway. I slide them on before snapping my fingers to get Legend to follow me, shutting the door behind us so Kellie can continue sleeping.
“Ready to go outside?” I ask Legend. I’m turning into fucking Travis talking to an animal that can’t respond. If he could see this shit now, he’d be laughing his ass off like I did to him when I was at his and Raelynn’s place and he was talking to her goats.
Legend is dancing on his hind legs while I open the sliding glass door that leads to the backyard. Even I have to admit he’s a cute fluff ball. As soon as he’s out, I leave the back door open in case he wants to come in while I make myself a cup of coffee. Kellie’s house may be a rental, but she put her own stamp on it with the way she’s got her knickknacks here and there, starting with pictures from her childhood with her parents standing on either side of her down to the comfortable furniture she has placed around the space. I look at the stacks of vinyl records she has placed here and there, the jackets in pristine condition. Though I’m not seeing a record player. I turn around, and bingo, there it is in the corner by a well-loved chair. It’s much more lived in than my place. I need to get a call out to Easton and see if he’s willing to make the flight out to Virginia from Alabama. We have an out-of-office company we use, but if we stay in Kellie’s place, she needs this place locked down like Fort Knox, and if he’s here, I’ll go ahead and have him beef up my alarm system along with the perimeter of my house. I don’t live on as much land as Slade or Travis, though I still live on two acres, wanting somewhat of a neighborhood feel but not wanting them right on top of me either.
The crunching of tires stops me from taking my first sip of coffee. “What the hell,” I mutter out loud, walking toward the door when a ball of fur barrels past me, running full force ahead.
“Slow down, boy,” I tell him, and he somehow stops before he nose-dives into the sidelight of the door.
I chuckle before moving the curtain to the side to see who pulled up. If it were anyone, I figure it would be Slade or Drake, but when I see that silly Rav 4 pull into the driveway, I know that it carries the Jennings women inside it.
“Fuck,” I grumble, then open the door, paste on a smile when all I really want to do is slam the door shut
, slide back into Kellie’s bed, and ignore these crazy-ass women who I call my sisters.
“Don’t you even think about it.” My oldest sister steps out of the car after she abruptly put the vehicle in park.
“Well, don’t come crying to me when your transmission is on the floor,” I tell Peyton. My other two sisters, Aspen and Rowan, slide out of their seats, not nearly as hurried as Peyton. That girl has always been on a war path since the day she started walking, whereas my younger two sisters are way more relaxed and go with the flow.
“Whatever. Why didn’t you tell us what Kellie was going through and that you were staying with her?” She raises her voice.
“I don’t know, Pey. It could be because you’re being a nut job,” my baby sister Rowan says while coming up to me for a hug. She’s only twenty-one, and I have a soft spot for her. She always needed more attention. Our parents worked their asses off, which sometimes meant me pulling some extra brotherly duties.
“How ya doing, kiddo?” I return her hug, kissing the crown of her head.
“Good, you?” she responds with a bright smile.
“Never better, except for this shit,” I respond.
“Stop hogging Bridger for yourself,” Aspen says, moving into my other side. I guess Peyton is just going to stand there huffing and puffing. The two of them leave my side, and then I address the elephant in the room that Peyton wants answered, “It’s not my story to tell, and you damn well know it, and the only reason you have an inkling of what’s going on is because you Jennings women can’t go a day without cackling like hens. Mom was under explicit instructions to leave well enough alone. Now, you turn up here at my woman’s house expecting me to answer twenty-one questions. She’s asleep, Peyton, and if you so much as wake her up or bring up the past, I’ll ask you to leave. I love you, you know you girls have a big place in my heart, but Kellie, she’s firmly entrenched in there as well.”
“Shit, I screwed this up. It’s my fault. I was at Mom and Dad’s when you called to let her know what was going on and why you wouldn’t be there for our family dinner. I’m sorry. I really do want to make sure Kellie is okay and see if there is anything I can do to help. I promise I’m not trying to be cruel.” Peyton looks down at the ground.
“Come here, Pey.” She’s not wrong. There isn’t a mean bone in her body, but her delivery really fucking sucks at times. All four of us huddle together, our foreheads meeting, something we always did in our younger years, and we’ve kept up with this little thing.
“I’m such a dork, you guys know that. I suck today. I’m sorry,” Peyton tells all of us.
Aspen and Rowan laugh because this is just how Peyton rolls. It causes me to chuckle when everyone starts up their own version of giggling and snorting. We slowly pull away from one another, silently accepting Peyton’s apology.
“It looks like I woke up just in time.” That’s how Kellie greets us this morning. She’s back in her pajama shorts, white tank top with a cardigan over it, and Legend at her feet.
“Please tell me you’re making breakfast?” Aspen questions. “Kellie, have you had Bridger’s famous pancakes? I swear they are an inch thick and so fluffy.” Aspen is salivating for them, even if I weren’t going to, which I was, I’d be making them now.
“I can’t say that I have. I’m intrigued now. Please, where are my manners. Come inside. I haven’t seen you all in forever. Why haven’t you come to bust your brother’s balls at Nighthawk? I swear between Bridger, Slade, and Drake, they need it.” Just like that, all the awkwardness that happened when my sisters first got here is gone, and Kellie welcomes them with open arms. Of course, that could be because she’s met them a few times, all of them giving her ammunition to use against me.
“Morning, sunshine.” Her ocean eyes light up with a spark that I got to see a hint of in the middle of the night.
“Good morning, babe.” My hand gathers her hair. It’s down in all kinds of waves, mussed up from sleep.
“I like that,” I murmur before my lips meet hers. I don’t deepen it as much as I want to. My sisters would make a mockery out of us if we did.
“Me too,” she replies when our kiss ends. I open the door and watch as Kellie walks through with Legend, followed by my sisters. Something tells me this morning is going to be one for the books.
Eleven
Kellie
“I have a great idea. Why don’t we call Mom and Dad? They can come eat breakfast with us too. Knowing Mom, she’ll bring mimosas.” Peyton wiggles her eyebrows, and I see the eagerness in Aspen and Rowan’s facial expressions too. They are all for it, which I mean, that’s fine. It’s me, totally me. I’m not used to being around such a big family atmosphere. Even when my parents were still alive, it was only my aunt and uncle at the family gatherings. Looking around though, I could really get used to having Bridger and his sisters around more.
“I don’t see why not, do you, Bridger?” I ask him. He’s mixing up the batter for the pancakes. Aspen is frying up bacon, while Rowan is cutting up fruit, and Peyton is already reaching for her phone.
“If you’re up for it, I’m sure they’ll like that.” He looks up at me. I nod my head at Peyton, giving her the go-ahead to call them.
“Do you have plans today?” I ask the group.
“I’m going shopping later on with Courtney. She’s looking for a gown. The military ball is coming up soon, and her boyfriend is getting something this or that, medal wise,” Aspen says.
“I have a date.” Rowan blushes before going back to her task of cutting the strawberries while throwing them in the bowl for a fruit salad.
“The fuck you are.” Bridger turns off the stove after her statement.
“I do, Bridge. I’m not a baby anymore. I’ll text you all the information and check in with you when I get home. We’re also meeting at Dubrow’s Bar and Grill, Brother Bear,” she rushes. Bridger looks like he’s about to blow a gasket. I slide off the barstool, abandoning my cup of hot tea. Sometimes I’ll drink coffee, but for the most part, a hot cup of black tea, steaming hot, steeped to no end, and a plop of sugar is what I have.
“Hey,” I breathe, wrapping my arms around Bridger’s trim waist. He wraps one arm around my shoulder. His other hand holds the spatula, and he points it at Rowen. “You get me his name, first and last, picture, and you text me when you make it to Dubrow’s and the minute you’re locked inside your apartment, or I’m rounding up the boys.”
“Hey, sunshine.” He kisses my forehead.
“Duh, Bridge, I was going to do that anyway. It’s not like I would want to put myself in danger or have a bunch of mammoths of men following me around. We all know how that was growing up,” she huffs out.
“Good, now that that’s settled, what’s the ETA on the parental units?” he asks Peyton.
“They should be pulling in about a minute or so,” she responds.
“Set the table. Kel, will you get the drinks out? The rest of us will plate this up, and everything will be set to go.” I knew Bridger was an alpha man. Even in something as small as having breakfast with everyone, he takes charge, though last night, it was me he let lead the way.
I smile at him, and we all do what we need to until his parents join us for breakfast. Peyton was not wrong. Bridger’s mom, Talia, and his dad, Rob, definitely brought the champagne in the form of a case of six bottles. After we all said hello with hugs and kisses on the cheeks, we sat down and devoured the food.
“This is so good,” I moan my appreciation for the food. Aspen, the quiet one of the bunch, snorts out her laughter at the way I’m practically orgasming over the fluffy pancakes Bridger made.
I can feel the flush rise up on my face. My head is down, and my shoulders are shaking with my own laughter when I feel Bridger’s hand skate up the inside of my leg with the two of us still wearing practically pajamas. If his fingers get much closer to my center, he’ll see how wet I am for him.
“I told you, his pancakes are to die for. We girls couldn’t
wait until Mom and Dad had to work late or went to church early Sunday mornings and Bridger was home to make us breakfast. It was the only time we wouldn’t sleep in.” The girls are chattering. The only thing I can focus on is Bridger though.
He leans into my ear, whispering, “I’d much rather have you for breakfast. Too bad family barged in. You spread out on this table, bare for me while I eat your sweet pussy. That’s what you want, isn’t it?” he questions. He already knows the answer though, by the way I have to dip my head down, pretending we’re talking while my face is flush and my body is dripping with desire.
“Yeah, I know you want that. Finish your breakfast, sunshine. We have a couple of things to take care of this weekend. You better believe I’ll have you on this kitchen counter by the end of the day though.” With that admission, he goes back to eating his breakfast as if he didn’t just rock my world.
I take a few moments to compose myself before doing as he said. Fucking alpha male. It should piss me off that he tells me what to do, but it doesn’t. I’m clearly addicted to him in every way possible, even when he does tell me what to do.
Twelve
Bridger
“You’re spoiling Legend and me.” Kellie’s voice comes through the mouth of the hallway that opens up to her kitchen and living room. I’m a naturally early riser. It’s been ingrained in me since I was in the Rangers.
“It’s a good thing that’s been my intention all along.” She walks toward me wearing her work attire. Every Monday morning, like clockwork, I’d be at the office earlier than anyone else, boot up the screens when we’re not working through the weekends, go over the feeds, then I’d zero in on the front entrance to see what Kellie is wearing that day. When she first started working at Nighthawk all those months ago, her clothes were on the prim and proper side. Pant suits, long skirts that weren’t the least bit revealing, and button-up blouses that were literally buttoned all the way to her neck. Fast forward to now, and my woman likes to show her saucy side, as is shown by the tight black skirt that barely goes to her knees and the deep purple top that’s tucked into it, showing off a hint of cleavage. Shit, I had those in the palms of my hands this morning, and I’m aching for her to be back in my arms, her body writhing against mine as I slide the underside of my cock against her clit while I suck on her nipples until we both come together.
