Page 100 of In Your Wildest Dreams
“You want this.” He stands tall and lets his hard cock nudge against my throbbing pussy. He’s still wearing his joggers, but I’m so close it sends a wave of pleasure through me.
“Yes.” I arch into him, but he pulls away.
I whine, out of my mind with how turned on I am. How much I want him. How much I need him.
He drops a quick kiss against my lips and murmurs, “Come for me, Bridget. Then I’ll take you inside and fuck you so hard you won’t remember anyone but me.”
Oh, I remember the others, all right. Remember how none of them ever made me feel like this. Even without his talented tongue, huge dick, and dirty words, Ash puts every other experience in a column labeledNowhere Near as Good as This.
When I shatter for him, it’s with the knowledge that he’ll always stand apart for reasons I don’t fully understand and couldn’t explain.
My legs are still trembling around him when Ash adjusts my panties and pulls my skirt down. “Uhh, Bridge?”
His tone, full of hesitation and apprehension—two things Ash is not—makes me sit up quickly. “Yeah?”
“We’ve got company.”
“Company?” I squeak as I finally notice the headlights pulling to a stop on the curb in front of my car.
“Hey,” Leo’s deep voice calls from the open window. “Everything okay?”
“Yep. Everything is great.” He motions with his head for me to step out.
I shake my head. I cannot imagine what I look like right now.
“It’s just Leo,” he says when I don’t move.
Another head shake.
“He knows I’m not over here talking to myself, babe.”
Reluctantly, I shimmy forward. Ash is impatient, though, and decides to lift me out and set me on the ground in front of him. He wraps his arms around my waist. “Bridget came by to surprise me.”
Leo’s smile widens. “Hey, Bridget.”
“Hey, Leo.” Heat hits my cheeks. I wave, then smooth a hand over my messy hair.
Without another word, he rolls up the window and pulls into the driveway across the street.
“Oh my gosh. I’m going to kill you. I’m so embarrassed.”
“He knows I make out with girls. I think you’ll survive.”
“Yeah, but not in your truck with the door open in the middle of the driveway.” I wave my hand around dramatically, then groan again.
“You’re cute.”
“I am mortified.”
He chuckles, then wipes a thumb under my left eye where I’m sure my makeup is smudged. “Well, put that mortification on hold because I sort of promised him and Scarlett I’d come over for a bit tonight.”
“I thought you might have made plans. It’s no big deal. You should go. I just wanted to drop by and tell you I’m sorry for not going and that it was a tough game.”
His face twists in confusion. “You’re not going anywhere, babe. You’re coming with me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive. Scarlett will be thrilled.” He circles my waist and pulls me flush against him. “Besides, we have plans later.”
