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Her breath hitches, and she clenches her thighs together, and the look of need on her face is unmistakable. Swiping my thumb against the sticky mess on my stomach, I bring my hand to her entrance and join in the fun. I swear my cock fucking whimpers, but he’s going to have to wait his turn. Her clit is swollen and ready, so I press my thumb against it in tight circles, loving the way her soft folds feel against the rough skin on my fingertips.
“Are you gonna come for me? Did you get yourself all worked up, and now you need some relief?”
“Yes,” she pants.
“Then do it,” I coax. “Fall apart right here, right now for me, Dove, and then I’ll sink my cock inside you so I can feel every tremble, every shudder, every ripple of pleasure. Do it, Dove. I want to see it, I want to hear it, I want to feel it.”
I slip two fingers inside her just as her inner walls constrict. Goddamn, she’s gripping me tight, and I know it’s going to feel even better when her walls are closing in around my dick. I watch as she continues to play with her clit while I keep thrusting my fingers inside her. Her breath catches, and her cheeks heat with color. She’s so damn close to the edge, and it’s my fucking pleasure to take her over. I keep up the same rhythm, but I spread my fingers apart when I move them inside her, again and again, until I feel her splinter apart as she soaks my hand.
Holy. Shit. That’s hot.
I feel each pulse of her orgasm in every cell of my body. The way she surrenders to my touch will be my undoing. As she comes down from the high of her release, I grip her hips and line our bodies up so I can drive myself deep inside her. Her lipsopen on a silent gasp, and she clamps her hands down so hard on my shoulders that I bet she’s leaving marks.
Fine by me.
With each piston of my hips, I feel cock throb. The fact that I’m pushing my cum deeper inside her with every movement has me on the edge. The way she’s grinding down on me threatens to make me come, but I’m not ready yet. I need to feel her shatter for me one more time. Our bodies are practically plastered together, and even that doesn’t feel like enough. I hold her tight and drive my hips upward, igniting a fire hot enough to send her body over the edge one more time.
I can’t hold back any longer, so I go right along with her.
We’re moving in perfect rhythm together, like we’ve done this a thousand times.
We haven’t, but I know we will.
22
Bridgette
“What are you thinking about the length?” I ask, running my hands through JT Norris’s dark hair. He likes to keep it pretty short, but he’s been so busy with school, and hockey, and his family, that it’s been a while since he’s been in.
“Maggie likes it,” he says, smiling at me through the mirror. “But it’s starting to get in my eyes, and that bugs the hell out of me.”
“I’ll shape it up, but I won’t take it too short. You can let me know if you like it, or if you want me to take a little more length off the top.
“Sounds good,” JT says.
We fall into a companionable silence. He’s scrolling through his phone and I’m busy with the clippers. Once I’m finished with that part, I reach for my scissors. Some clients want to get lost in a book or TV show, while others want to tell me their life story. I’ve known JT since he started at BU with Bran two years ago, so we don’t need to make idle chit chat. Still, every time I check the mirror for an angle, I swear he’s about to start talking. He stays quiet, though, until the final reveal.
“This is awesome, Birdie. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. You should bring Calla with you next time. I haven’t had my fix of baby snuggles in way too long.” At the mention of his daughter, his face lights up. “Anytime you want to babysit, you just let me know. You’ll get all the slobbery baby kisses you can handle.”
“I will definitely take you up on that. I’ve got my schedule for next week already, so I’ll text Maggie and we’ll pick a time,” I say, unfastening his cape and dusting off the stubborn hairs that are clinging to his neck. JT stands and stretches, pulling his phone out of his pocket to cashapp me the money for his cut. I’ve told him I’m happy to do it for free, but he insists.
He offers me a hug, and I take it, but when I pull back, he’s staring at me. I’m about to ask him if there’s something in my teeth or if my eye makeup is smudged, but he opens his mouth before I can open mine.
“I’m supposed to report back and let him know how you’re doing,” he says with a wry smile.
I sigh. There’s no need for him to clarify who ‘he’ is. We both know it’s my stubborn brother. “He could just come and see for himself,” I say. “He’s overdue for a trim and with all those cowlicks, his hair’s going to start looking wild.”
JT nods and heads for the door. “Just give him a little more time, okay? I promise he’ll come around. And if he doesn’t, I’ll kick his ass.”
I’m about to kick it myself. It’s been a week now, and Bran’s still freezing me out. No one’s gotten punched in the last seven days, so that’s an improvement. I can’t spend too much time thinking about the rift between us, though, because I’ve got another client in thirty minutes and I don’t want to greet Mrs. Fairfax with red-rimmed eyes.
Once I clean my station, I’ve got enough time to check my phone. Dutton usually messages me after his classes are done for the day, but the lone message on my phone isn’t from myboyfriend. It’s from my cousin, reminding me about the final fitting for my bridesmaid dress. It’s two days from now, and even though it’s on my calendar and I have the time off work, I think I mentally blocked it out.
Ugh. The fitting will be stressful enough, but what will be worse is the wedding, especially since Bran and I aren’t exactly on speaking terms. One thing that would make it infinitely more tolerable would be having Dutton by my side. That might piss my brother off, but I can’t hide Dutton forever. And I’m not going to pretend he doesn’t exist every time I have a family function. Before I have time to second-guess myself, I start to type out a message.
Bridgette:I have a question…
