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Face buried in my neck, Bridget muttered, “Wow.”

“Uh-huh.” That pretty much summed it up.

My fingers tangled in her hair as her breathing slowly evened out, and I could tell she’d fallen asleep.

I pressed a kiss to the top of her head, silently vowing to Russ up in heaven that his sister’s happiness would be my priority from now until my dying day.

Chapter 24

Bridget

“Mmm.” A muffled moan sounded from behind me as consciousness slowly crept in.

Blinking my eyes open, I frowned, not recognizing my surroundings.

Where the hell am I, and how did I get here?

Like a movie montage, the memories of last night played before my eyes.

The anticipation of waiting for Cole in his bed with the plan to seduce him.

The mixture of shock, surprise, and lust that filled his eyes when they landed on me wearing nothing but his jersey.

The offer to let me be in charge.

Riding his face like a verified rodeo cowgirl and loving every second that his tongue was between my thighs.

Teasing him with my mouth, making him beg.

Cole’s cock stroking that secret pleasure center inside me only he had ever been able to reach.

Granting him permission to put his hands on me, the added layer of connection setting my blood on fire.

The orgasm to end all orgasms as we came together, and I fell asleep in the comfort of his arms.

Through it all, not once had I been triggered. I wasn’t naïve enough to believe I never would be again, but it gave me hope that, someday, I might be able to fully conquer my demons.

Facing away from Cole as we lay together in his bed, I shifted backward, seeking out the warmth he radiated. When I found it—my back pressed against the heated wall of his front—his solid chest wasn’t the only hard thing I encountered.

His erection was poking me in the ass, and eager for an encore, I wiggled against it.

“Bridget,” Cole murmured sleepily. “If you ignore it, it’ll go away.”

“What if I don’t want it to go away?” I teased over my shoulder.

Heavy eyelids lifted a fraction, only to slowly drift shut again. “This is a dream. It has to be.”

I hummed. “You keep dreaming, baby. But I’m gonna play, okay?”

He buried his face in my hair. “Whatever you want, beautiful.”

Extending an arm, I snagged another condom from the strip of them discarded on the nightstand. I made quick work of the wrapper but had to become a damn contortionist to roll the rubber down his hard shaft with how he was positioned behind me.

Once I was satisfied everything was in the proper place, I faced forward, hitching my thigh over his and notching the head of his cock at my entrance, before closing my legs again.

The fit was going to be tight like this, but I wanted to feel every ridge of his cock as it dragged along my inner walls.

Reaching back, I gripped Cole’s hip and rocked backward, taking him inside me one torturously slow inch at a time.