Page 81 of Lake
But the thing that really made him sexy was the fact that he accepted me. He didn’t make me feel strange for my quirks. And the way he played into it made me think that he was much like me though he seemed to hide it a little better.
Yep, I was going to miss all those things about him and maybe a few more.
“Lake,” someone called out but I didn’t take my eyes off of him.
“Yeah?” he replied as he stood tall. Then he turned and when he caught sight of me not even a second later, he moved in my direction. “Bridge, you alright?”
My mouth was dry.
I walked up to him and he seemed to be frozen stiff and unsure of what was going on. It could have been the look on my face.
“Break room,” I whispered next to his ear.
He inhaled sharply but said nothing.
I didn’t look back as I made my way into the lobby and down the hall to the break room, praying like hell that there was no one back there.
It seemed like forever later that I heard boots coming down the hall. It was really only like a minute but there were so many things zipping through my mind that it felt like longer.
“What’s going on, Bridge?” he asked, his voice a little raw as he stepped through the door, closing it behind him.
“I need you,” I said, fisting the front of his dirty work shirt and pulling him to my lips.
I was a little messed up. My emotions were all over the place and I couldn’t stop long enough to pull myself together.
Maybe I was using Lake at this moment. Which was shitty, I got that. But I was angry and frustrated and irritated.
And I was also battling feelings that I’d never had before. Feelings that I couldn’t have right now and that only made me more frustrated and angry.
“Fuck me,” I demanded and then I caught his bottom lip between my teeth and pulled.
“Shit,” he hissed put didn’t pull away.
He worked the fly of his pants at the same time I undid mine. With one last bruising kiss, I pushed my pants and panties down my legs and turned around. A second later, I was bent over the small table, hands wrapped around my cheeks as I spread myself wide for him.
“Fuck,” he muttered as I heard him tear open a foil package that he must have pulled out of his wallet.
His blunt head brushed up against me and circled once as if he was testing to make sure I was ready for him.
Oh, I definitely was.
Then with one hard thrust, he filled me up completely.
A moan ripped from my throat as my hands flew to the edge of the table, my fingers gripping so hard my knuckles instantly went white.
“Harder,” I grit out wanting to take everything he had to give me.
I needed him to make me forget. I was desperate to get lost and remember at the same time.
His hips pounded into me as his fingers dug into my hips so hard I knew I’d walk away marked from him. His grunts mingled with my moans creating a melody that was our own. Mine. His.
Us.
But I didn’t want to think of that right now.
Maybe I was just trying to fuck him out of my system.
Then there was a crack as a stinging pain shot through my right ass cheek.
