Yeah. We both had it bad.
My ears had perked up when I heard their conversation turn to talk of a wedding, Marcus’ and Avery’s wedding, and the feasibility of having it out here on the farm. Voices had risen pretty high as they debated the date.
“Mommy,” Carter called, interrupting my eavesdropping, yawning so wide his jaw popped. “Can we go to bed now? I’m tired.”
“Sure. Sweetie.” I’d heard other moms complain about having trouble getting their kids to go to bed, but I’d never had that problem with Carter. He liked his sleep and when he was out he was usually out till morning.
I rose from the couch, took his hand, and crossed over to the Anthonys. Don’s head was lolled back against the loveseat.
“Food coma,” Rheta explained her voice low. She rolled her eyes as he continued to snore loudly.
“Thank you for dinner, Mrs. Anthony,” I whispered. “I just wanted to let you know we’re heading up now.”
“It’s Rheta remember? And you’re more than welcome, Bridget.” She smiled warmly. “We’re so glad you could join us.”
I turned for the stairs when Justin suddenly materialized in front of us blocking our path. “They decide on a date?” I asked once I’d caught my breath.
He raked a hand through his hair the way I’d wanted to earlier. “Apparently it’s going to be in April.”
“That’s really soon.”
“Yeah, but not when you have no doubts about each other.” His gaze was so intense I knew he wasn’t talking about just Avery and Marcus anymore.
And neither was I when I answered, “I feel the same way.” Heart pounding loudly in my ears, with a mix of trepidation and elation, I stood up on my tiptoes and kissed his sculpted lips. “Good night, Justin.”
His eyes narrowed on my face. He seemed to want to say something more, but didn’t. “Good night, babe.” He stroked my cheek with the back of his hand before bending down to Carter. “Sleep tight, Champ.” He drew Carter in for a hug, mussed his hair, and then kissed the top of his head.
Carter beamed under the gentle attention.
And the remaining sheen of thin ice around my heart melted completely away.
“Carter, I’ll come get you early in the morning,” Justin added. “You can help bring the water buffalo up from the field.”
I stopped with my foot on the first step and glanced back at him, my gaze sweeping the room to take in the entire scene. Don and Rheta were still on the loveseat, and Avery was in Marcus’ lap on the chair next to her dad. “Thanks for inviting us here, Justin.” Tears burned in my throat.
Could he and I somehow share something so wonderful?
“You’re welcome.” His voice was deeper than usual and I contemplated the possibilities as we continued up the stairs. And I knew without looking when I reached the top that he was considering them, too.
When we got upstairs, we went straight to the bath. I washed my face while Carter brushed his teeth. Then I sent him into the bedroom to get on his pjs, brushed my own teeth, slipped on a camisole tank and cotton pajama bottoms, and followed him to the bedroom. He smiled sleepily up at me as I sank down and stretched out on his bed next to him. “Where were we?” I asked.
“The part where Hinklesnort goes out into the scary woods.”
“Oh, yeah, I remember now.” Hinklesnort was the star of his favorite bedtime stories. Each night at bedtime, I added in a new chapter to his escapades, usually from things that had happened to us during our day. I scooted closer to Carter and he shifted to lay his sweet head on my stomach. This was my favorite part of every day. I stroked his hair and began weaving the tale. Tonight Hinklesnort was on a quest to find the magic water buffalo.
By the time I got to the part where I was going to introduce the handsome auburn haired prince, I realized Carter was already sound asleep. I climbed out of his bed, careful not to jostle him. I pulled the covers up, tucked them snugly around him, and kissed his head. I softly padded over to my own bed, slid under my own covers, and stared out the window at the waxing moon in the inky sky.
I let my mind wander through the events of the day. In this house, out here on the farm, I’d been reminded of something I’d forgotten, a thing I’d convinced myself didn’t exist. But it did, and that’s why I’d missed it so much when it was taken away. The world out there still offered genuine love. I’d had some semblance of it from my dad before he’d remarried, and Meemaw had loved me in her own unique way. Not everyone was as full of spite or ulterior motives like my stepmother and Richard. There were still people, like Marcus and Avery and Don and Rheta, who selflessly loved one another and there were even rare men like Arthur who remained steadfast in love with someone even after they were gone.
I don’t know exactly how long I stared out the window lost in those thoughts, but when I heard footsteps out in the corridor, my mind stopped its wandering. I listened harder and heard the additional sounds of running water in the bathroom, and then the creak of his door opening and shutting across the hall.
My decision was all but made.
But first I had to let go of my tight grip on the past. There was no magic potion I could drink that would make me forget it. No one-two-three step process that would remove the distrust I’d allowed to fester inside of me. No guarantee I wouldn’t get my heart broken. It was just going to have to be me making that first step to get on with my life.
I pulled in a deep breath and put my feet on the floor. Quietly, I crossed to the door, taking one last glance back at Carter before closing it behind me. I tiptoed across the hall to his room. Heart slamming hard against my ribs, I twisted the knob, pushed the door open, cringing at the loud creak and stepped inside.
Moonlight streamed in from the window on the opposite wall, gently illuminating his features.
“Bridget,” he called, and I heard the sheets rustle and saw him sit up in bed. “Are you ok?”
“No,” I whispered, shaking my head even though I wasn’t sure he could see me. He threw his legs over the side, his feet hitting the floor at the same time that I took a step forward into the moonlight to meet him.
He wore only a pair of dark boxers. I stared at him, maybe a little too long, longer than I had when he’d been in his swim trunks at the pool. His skin was pale and smooth. His shoulders were wide. His biceps were corded with muscle. His stomach was flat and defined.
He was gorgeous.
“What’s wrong?” He took both my hands in his. “Why are you up?”
At the first contact of his warm skin against mine, my trepidation disappeared and the words that had been stuck inside my throat came out in a rush. “I love you.” I felt his fingers instantly tighten around mine. “And I’m ready. I want to be with you. Will you make love to me tonight?”
He replied by yanking me forward. My body slammed into his, my hands bracing on the center of that gloriously hard chest of his. I felt his heart pounding fast beneath my palm, but I think mine was beating faster. His hands plunged into my hair, palms skimming over my ears, until he had my head held firmly in place. Then his mouth captured mine, hard, and it was even more intense than the claiming one earlier. This was a tongue thrusting between my lips taking possession of what had been offered kiss.
I more than met him half way, doing a little spearing of my own, our tongues rubbing together, his in my mouth and mine in his. It felt so good that my toes curled into the plush rug. Wanting more, I slid my hand across his shoulder blades and into his silky hair. I arched my back to get closer to him, my breasts crushed to his chest, and moaned into his mouth.
He broke the kiss and moved his hot open mouth along the underside of my jaw. Then he went lower raining rapid fire kisses down the column of my neck and across my chest, his lips scorching my flushed skin. I shivered when I felt his hands slide under my tank. His fingers lightly skimmed the line of my spine, and then his mouth seemed to be everywhere at once setting fire to whatever it touched.
His hands went to my waist. The
y were nearly large enough to completely encompass it. He pulled me in deep, and then slid them up over my ribs. My knees buckled and I nearly died when I felt his thumbs brush the undersides of my breasts. Desire pulsed through me like an electrical current.
I cried out his name and grabbed his strong shoulders to keep from falling.
“Don’t worry. I’ve got you, babe.” With effortless ease, he swept me off my feet. I twined my arms around his neck, and he held me tight to his chest as he carried me to the bed.
In the pale light, his face was all dark shadows and sharp angles, but his eyes blazed with shining need that I’m sure mirrored my own. As soon as my rear end hit the mattress, he drew back to the edge of the bed and shrugged out of his boxers. Up on my elbows, my eyes were bright as I stared at the proud outline of him that was revealed.
“You can still change your mind.” Passion made his voice a deep sexy rough rumble.
Sliding closer into a sitting position, my eyes on his, I licked suddenly dry lips. “So can you,” I whispered breathlessly.
He laughed. “Babe, even if I wanted to, which I absolutely don’t, it’s way past the point of no return for me.” He put a knee on the bed, the heated steel tip of him practically scorching the skin at my hip. He took my hands and brought them to the center of his chest. “Feel that? I want you so bad that I’m shaking.”
I was, too, and knowing it was the same exact way for both of us made me even bolder. I took off my tank, and he helped me shimmy out of the bottoms. Feeling a twinge of self-consciousness, I didn’t give him long to look. Besides he’d already done plenty of that in the mirror earlier. It was my turn now. I slid my hands down his body, reveling in the luxurious strength of coiled muscles and chiseled contours of the gorgeous male I had beneath my fingertips.
He shuddered as my hand brushed his rock hard manhood. He groaned, a deep moan that I felt between my legs as he lifted me by the shoulders, and pushed me back into the mattress, his body immediately covering mine. Deliciously blanketed by his warmth and urgency, his face came closer, and his mouth taught me the true meaning of ardent enthusiasm in a way I wouldn’t soon forget, his lips firm and insistent in their quest to devour me.
When he eventually lifted his head, I found myself gulping unabashedly for much needed air. Watching me, the corners of his mouth curled into a wicked grin that made my heart pound even harder with anticipation. I wondered what he planned to do next. This was nothing at all like it’d been with Richard. Richard had been an amateur in lovemaking compared to Justin. Plus Justin loved me. I saw it clearly in the warmth of his expression and I felt it in every careful caress. He was a dedicated lover, reading me and my responses, repeating at least once the ones that made me moan.
He brushed my hair off my shoulder, and traced his tongue across the line of my collarbone before he moved lower. His talented lips circled breasts that swelled under the expert attention they received. My fingers moved restlessly across his taut shoulders. And just when I thought I would die if he didn’t touch me there, he did, softly drawing his tongue over the aching nipples that had become as hard as he felt against my belly.
He eased back, watching for my response again as he rolled first one then the other nipple between his thumb and fingers. My head thrashed against the pillow, and I let out a ragged sigh which became a invitation to his mouth covering mine, his tempting tongue returning to lick, taste, and tease until I was near mindless and writhing with pleasure.
“Justin,” I begged, my head falling back as I arched beneath him. “I need you. Please.” My hands trailed down his back, finding his skin covered in the same fine sheen of perspiration I felt on my own. Only I was also wet and aching much lower, desperate to have him fill me.
I moaned when he placed the palm of his hand just where I needed him most, fingers sifting through the damp curls and circling that spot. A wave of pleasure crashed over me when he touched it, and I lifted my hips wanting to increase the pressure, but he withdrew. “Why?” I asked, blinking up at him and trying to focus on his face.
“I’ve got to be inside you, babe. I can’t hold out anymore.” He rocked back on his heels and reached for something on the nightstand.
“Thank you.” I closed my eyes, embarrassed, but at the same time incredibly touched that he had enough self-control to remember to use protection.
“I’m always safe.” He tore open the packet and rolled the condom down his impressive length. Our eyes met again, the message in his so elemental that my entire body flooded with heat. Putting his hands to the mattress on either side of my head, he lowered his face and kissed me hard and wet and deep. His mouth was a ravenous force now; his tongue relentless as it stroked and repeatedly filled mine. My moan turned into a drawn out needful cry that only he could satisfy. I drug my fingernails down the tensed muscles of his back.
He groaned, and I loved that his sense of urgency seemed as desperately out of control as mine.
“Justin, I can’t…I’m going to…”I couldn’t say anymore. My heels dug into the mattress. I shifted beneath his weight, my hands dropping to his tight ass, and I squeezed. Instead of doing what I wanted though, he eased back and looked at me. He was making me wait for it. I knew that as soon as I saw his lips spread into a smoldering smile. And then he gave it to me, and he gave it to me nice and slow, sinking into me inch by delicious hot inch until he was so deep inside of me that he possessed me, my body and my soul.
He groaned his approval as I sighed his name. The emptiness inside me disappeared and I felt a fullness and a connection to him, to this man and this man alone, that I’d never felt ever before. Something rare and beautiful and warm bloomed inside of me. And I knew even before he settled into a rhythm that swiftly took us both to that place, passion’s pinnacle, where breaths are stolen, where pleasure was given and received and magnified by a thousand, that nothing in my life would ever be the same ever again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Justin
Afterward, after she rocked my world and rolled my heart and remade it hers, I took my face out of her neck, wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into a tight embrace.
I was never going to let her go.
Never.
Her curves pressed into my side, her flowery scent drifting lightly in the air, the soft caress of her hair against my skin.
This was right. She was right. Everything was right with us right now.
“I love you,” I breathed like a promise, bending my neck to kiss the top of her head.
I felt her smile against my chest. “I love you, too.”
My heart skipped a beat. Holy hell. I didn’t think I was ever going to get used to hearing those words from her. My heart had swelled several times over just since that first time that she’d said them. And lower down something else was growing. Again.
I’d never wanted a woman more than I wanted her. I knew it was because I’d never really been in love. Sure I’d been guilty of using those words carelessly in the past. But this was different. For her, I wanted to fill those words with memories and meaning. I wanted to show her that I meant them. I wanted to prove to her how I felt in every possible way I could imagine.
And much more primitively, I wanted to be joined to her again, and again, marking her so deeply, so indelibly, that she’d never be able to erase me from her mind or her heart.
I hauled her on top of me, fisted my hand in her hair and brought those luscious lips back to where they belonged. As soon as my mouth touched hers she admitted me. I swallowed her sigh and moaned with her when our tongues began to dance in a sensual rhythm again. She tasted like Florida sunshine, fresh and vital. I felt something profound and pure shift inside. Bridget Dubois brought light and color and sound to an existence I never realized had been so shadowed and drab and muted.
The velvety points of her nipples scored my skin as she wiggled, and her smooth legs and the press of her softly weighted curves on top of me brought that wild passion raging right back to th
e surface. I was ready to release it again. “Bridget,” I called out low.
“Mmm, Justin.” She eased back, breaking the connection of our mouths. Her lips were wet and swollen and her eyelids were seductively half lowered. She was the most provocative thing I’d ever seen. Darkened eyes on me, she slid into position, rocking herself against me.
“Temptress,” I growled and flipped her immediately over onto her back. Bracing above her, I could feel the blaze in my eyes as they burned into hers. “You ready for me?”
She reached for me, dragging my face back down to hers.
“I’m taking that as a yes.” I breathed the words against her lips. She shivered. Oh hell yes. I grabbed another condom from the nightstand, tore it open, and rolled it on. Hands back on either side of her head, I brought our mouths together again, plunging my tongue between her lips, filling her mouth at the same time that I plunged deeply inside her.
I immediately pulled almost all the way back out and then went back in. No teasing. No foreplay. Harder and faster this time. Fire clawed its way through my veins, urgency tightening every part of my body.
“Justin.” She tore her mouth from mine. “Oh, Justin. Yes!”
I felt it, the rhythmic clenching of her release, so good, so impossible to resist. I came with her, holding nothing back, an explosion of ecstasy slamming me.
Seconds later, still shuddering from that sensual onslaught, I framed her face. My hands trembled. I kissed her lips, her forehead, and then her cheeks. They were noticeably wet and salty. “You ok, babe?” I felt concern narrow my eyes and tighten my gut. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No.” She shook her head side to side on the pillow, her long hair tangled and damp, but beautiful. “It was just so good, Justin. You’re so good.”
With the words of her endorsement ringing in my ears, with the salty evidence of her praise on my lips, something in my heart broke loose and became completely hers. I pulled the sheet over both of us tucking her into my side where she was always meant to be.
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