Page 80 of Flashback for the Forward

The lighting caught on the metallic strip of condoms she produced.

Damn, she came prepared.

“Where’d those come from?” I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

Bridget tossed one on the bed and discarded the rest. “I phoned a friend who hooked me up with both the jersey and the protection.”

Arizona. Of course.

I owed that woman some kind of gift, but I’d figure out what later. Right now, I was fully focused on the goddess who’d found her way back between my open thighs, tearing open the condom wrapper with her teeth.

Fuck, that was hot.

But completely unnecessary.

With the rolled ring of latex poised over my cock, I blurted, “We don’t need that.”

Freezing, Bridget slowly lifted her gaze to meet mine. “We kinda do. I’m not on birth control.”

“If you’re worried about getting pregnant, you don’t need to be. I had a vasectomy a few years ago.”

Green eyes widened. “Oh.”

Her tone gave nothing away, leaving me unable to tell if that was a good oh or a bad oh.

“If it makes you feel more comfortable, we can use it.”

“There’s nothing more I want than to feel you skin to skin,” she began.

Why does it feel like there’s a “but” coming?

“But—” Bridget blew out a breath.

There it is.

“It’s probably smart if I get tested first since I’m not one-hundred-percent certain my last partner remained faithful.”

I should be thanking her for doing what she could to protect me, but all I could think about was wringing that fucker’s neck.

It was almost enough for me to lose my erection.

Thankfully, Bridget brought me back to the moment by gripping my shaft with her free hand, giving it a few pumps before holding the base steady as she slid the condom down my length.

Then she was straddling my hips, the heat radiating off her cunt pulling a groan from my chest.

Still holding my cock in her firm grip, she dragged the head through her slit, gathering the slickness from her entrance and spreading it over her clit.

Wanting to watch, I lifted my head, but the jersey Bridget wore—my jersey—was just long enough to hide where our bodies touched from view.

Without warning, she sank down on my dick, the euphoria of her blistering heat molding around me stole the breath from my lungs, my vision darkening at the edges.

“Mmm.” Bridget moaned when her plush ass came to rest atop my thighs.

Face tilted toward the ceiling, she gave an erotic swivel of her hips that made my eyes roll into the back of my head.

I tightened my grip on the headboard. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

Her blissful sigh split the air as she moved over me in search of the perfect spot. And I knew the exact moment she found it because her throaty groan couldn’t be contained.