There was no comedown. There was no letting me catch my breath before the next round. He crawled up my body and gripped the base of his dick as he slid a hand into my hair. "Open your eyes, Ems."
Breath still tearing out of my lungs in rapid succession, I complied. Albeit slowly. When I met his dark depths, I smiled up at him. "Hi."
"Hi. Now, I'm going to fuck you like you so sweetly asked."
He pressed the tip of his dick against my clit again, and I bucked. Then he swept his cock along my slit and sank in deep.
What followed was a slow grind. No quick fuck. This is the kind of screwing that was designed to bond you to someone forever. He was taking no prisoners, and I was happy to be chained to him.
Bridge Edgerton understood the difference between faster and harder. Because what he kept giving me was harder, even though I begged for faster.
He just shook his head and whispered in my ear. "I'm so confused that you thought this was going to be short."
I was sweat slicked, and all I wanted was more of what he had to give. He dipped his head and took my nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing the tip, and I knew I couldn't hold on. I was going to come—again. This one was no rolling hills of what it normally felt like on a second round. Oh no. This was sharp and deliberate and rapturous. Threatening to tear me apart from the inside as he kept a bruising, punishing pace. Almost as if he meant to make me pay for all the time that we’d been apart. Even though he was the one to make that choice.
It was only as I started to come down that he lifted his head and pressed his lips softly to mine. "How's my girl?"
"Oh my God. I'm not sure my brain is functioning."
"Oh, it shouldn't be by this point."
But I knew he hadn't come with me on that round. Nope. He was still hard and filling me and threatening to rip me apart as he slowly rocked his hips into me. When my eyes went wide on the next roll, he grinned. "What do you say? You want to be in control of me?"
I grinned at him slowly. "You're offering that to me?"
"How about I just say you've always been in control of me. Always."
And then he rolled us over until I was on top of him with him still seated deep inside me. And from this angle, I shivered on top of him.
He was so deep. I could feel him everywhere. Jesus.
Smiling up at me, he reached a hand into my hair and pulled me close. "Come here. I know you're tired. Be as lazy as you want. This feels incredible no matter what's going on."
He hitched his hips slightly, and my eyes went wide again. I buried my head into his throat. "Feels so—oh my God."
"I know. That's right. Feels good, doesn't it?"
All I could do was nod. His hands gently guided me. Then I could feel it again, the coiling deep inside my body. This time my whole body was going to break apart. I rose up slightly as I rocked forward and backward.
With his big hands, he grabbed my ass, helping me along while also helping himself. When he grazed the pucker of my arse with his finger again, he grinned at me wickedly. And then he palmed one breast and brought it to his mouth. The dual sensation of him grazing my nipple and shallowly penetrating me with a finger as I rode him was too much. The quaking started somewhere deep in my toes and wound its way up and through my body until I exploded like one of the millions of stars that I saw in my brain as I squeezed my eyes shut.
I felt a sharp sting on my arse next, and my eyes snapped open.
"I want to see it. Don't you dare close your eyes to me."
The fingers of both his hands were digging into the flesh of my arse as he continued to slowly fuck me. And as I used my hands to push myself up off his chest, his eyes started to roll to the back of his head. I clawed my hands down his chest, forcing him to open his eyes. "I want to see it."
His grin was wicked, and I could feel the kick of his erection deep inside me as he finally let go. But I wasn't quite done as it turned out, because that's all it took, a hot splash of release inside me, and I fell apart for the final time, crashing onto his chest as I did.
Twelve
Emma
The call woke me up from a dead stupor. I was still riding the high from earlier.
Bridge’s arm locked even tighter against me. “Ignore it.”
“I can’t. I’m on call.”
“Fine,” he mumbled, “but you’re not getting out of bed.”
I groaned at the press of his hard erection against my arse. “Bridge, be reasonable.”
His arm tightened, but then he released me suddenly. I grabbed my phone and clamored out of bed then grabbed my robe from the hook on my door. Stepping out into the hallway, I uttered a groggy, "Hello?"
"Don't go to Barcelona." The voice on the other end of the line was electronic and tinny.
I frowned at the tone. "Who the fuck is this?"
"I said, don't go to Barcelona."
Everything sunk in then. Exactly who was on the phone? "Who is this?"
The accent sounded American, I thought, but I couldn't be sure. Maybe Canadian. But if they were taking the precautions to use a modulator, then they could certainly disguise their voice to appear not to be British.
"What do you know about Francis Middleton?" I asked.
"It doesn't matter what I know. You can't go to Barcelona."
Shit, Bridge needed to hear this. I barged back into the bedroom, and Bridge sat up in the bed. “What the fu—”
"He's calling. The person who sent the note and the flowers, he's calling.” I put him on speaker.
The man on the phone began speaking again. "I already warned you that Middleton’s watching you. He's got your office bugged. I'm not certain, but I think he can bug your person. Be wary of anything he gives you to eat or drink. Do not go to Barcelona with him. Warn the others too. It’s all connected."
"Okay, I hear you. I-I won't go to Barcelona. What am I supposed to tell him?"
"I don't know. Ask your fancy husband. Certainly he will give you a reason not to go to Barcelona. You cannot be alone with Francis Middleton."
"How do you know him? What did he say to you?"
"I'm someone who's concerned. I thought he would be done by now, but he's smarter than the others. Don't go with him. I’ve warned you."
"No, I hear you. I want to say thank you. Can we meet?"
"Emma, don't try to find me. Just know I'm someone who wants to do the right thing, to help you after what they did to your brother. I didn't have the courage then, but I have it now. You can bring them down. Just make sure you are not alone with him, or he will kill you."
"Meet me at a neutral location. Anywhere you want. I just want to say thank you. You have helped me get some justice for my brother and—"
"No, I won't be meeting you. Not now, not ever. Just know I couldn't do enough for Toby then, but I can do it now. But if you go to Barcelona, I can't protect you. No one can. You'll be all alone, and he will take advantage of that. You won't come back alive."
"I hear you, but—"
And then he was gone. The silence on the phone was deafening.