Page 103 of Vengeance of the Gods

“I hate how much I need you,” she admitted immediately.

“Hate all you want. You’re still begging me to fuck you.” Bridger nipped at the inside of her thigh, slipping two fingers underneath the band of her rust-speckled panties. “But I won’t. Not until you tell me what you gave him.”

The look on Vega’s face made Bridger chuckle. The confusion, the anger, the deception. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about…” Her body fought against the opposing emotions trying to pull her in different directions. It didn’t know whether to tremble under Bridger’s touch or go stiff at his words.

Did she really think he couldn’t tell when she was lying?

“Liar.” Bridger rumbled. “But don’t worry. I’ll figure it out.” He was afraid he already knew…

Vega leaned her hips to the side as he stripped her bare and discarded the thin lace material to the floor like trash. The new position covered the view Bridger had been dying to see, her hips and legs resting to one side.

Bridger grabbed Vega by her bent knees. “Don’t be shy now, baby. Let me see that pretty pussy.” He pulled her legs apart, and his head literally rolled back at the sight. “Fuck.” He hardly recognized what the lust had turned his voice into.

He raised his head, both his hands trailing down the inside of Vega’s thighs at the same goosebump-raising speed. He wanted to savor this, to enjoy his time between the legs of the most beautiful woman he’d ever known.

“My mouth is watering at the memory of how good you taste.” Bridger pressed a kiss on each side of Vega’s very inner thighs, his thumbs meeting between her lips, parting her open. He blew a short breath over her clit.

Vega bucked her hips. “Bridger.” The moan was like music inside Bridger’s head—his very own symphony.

His name in that tone did him in.

Bridger had never needed her more—had never needed anyone more.

He ran his tongue from hole to clit, lapping up the sweet evidence of her arousal. He hummed low in his throat, listening to every little peep and moan Vega made.

Bridger circled her clit with his tongue, pressing his index finger inside her tight entrance. While he worked his tongue in perfected flicks, Bridger pushed his finger as far as he could, rotating his hand up to reach the soft spot he knew would instantly make Vega shake.

Vega gasped, the muscles of her stomach clenching as he gently massaged her g-spot and wrapped his mouth around her clit and sucked.

Bridger had always loved pleasuring women. Before Vega had come along, he’d had a reputation as a bit of a ladies man… and everyone expected him to go back to who he’d been when he returned from the rebels. But he never had, and while he hadn’t been celibate, the sex had always felt like it was missing something—someone.

Vega.

He’d been missing Vega.

The sounds she made. The way her body rolled when a wave of pleasure rushed through. The heat from her lightning simmering beneath her skin. All of it.

Vega got squirmy the closer she got to her climax, forcing Bridger to loop his free arm through her leg and around her hip—he held her down and slipped another finger inside.

Two fingers was already a tight fit in Vega. His cock bobbed with the memory of her pussy pulsing around him. “Gods, you’re gripping me so tight.”

“Imagine what your cock would feel like wrapped up inside my sopping wet cu⁠—”

Bridger replaced his mouth with his thumb over Vega’s clit, pressing tight circles as he crashed his mouth against hers, trapping the rest of her sentence inside.

His fingers pressing in with more force stopped Vega from forming a coherent thought, allowing Bridger to refocus on the point he was trying to make here. He pulled away from their kiss, continuing to work Vega’s clit with his thumb, fingers pumping in and out.

He locked his eyes on her brilliant blues and felt his smile crook to one side. “I’ll fuck you if you tell me the truth about what you did.”

Vega’s eyes fluttered to the back of her head. “I…” Bridger could tell she was trying to keep her eye contact, fighting against the high of her approaching orgasm to form the right words.

“Exactly. Now shut up and let me hear you scream my name.” Bridger kissed his way back down Vega’s torso and put his mouth around her clit again, savoring the taste of her on his tongue.

Her hips bucked, but Bridger kept his hold, smiling against her when he knew she wasn’t going to last much longer. He’d once taken pride in how fast he’d been able to make Vega come… and it seemed Bridger still had what it took to send her over the edge without having to try.

“That’s it, baby.” He kept his fingers buried deep, rolling his tongue over her clit.

Vega’s walls clasped around his fingers, and Bridger watched from between her thighs as she tumbled into oblivion.