Page 58 of Vengeance of the Gods

Vega’s body tingled, and a moan left her wet lips. “Bridger.” She sighed, unable to look away from his lust-filled gaze, too afraid it would shatter the connection.

“We shouldn’t,” he warned, giving her the chance to back out.

Keep going.

The brand on her wrist tingled with the warmth of something she hadn’t felt in a long, long time. “Stop being a gentleman and fuck me, Dimico.”

Before she knew how it happened, Bridger had the door to the Escalade open, and she was on her ass, scooting across the down seats to give Bridger room to follow her in.

When he shut the door, it was as if they’d entered their own world. They didn’t think about the lights beaming into the dark woods in front of the car. They didn’t think about the doors being unlocked. They didn’t think about getting caught.

The only thing on either of their minds was this. Them. Us.

Vega wasn’t sure if that was her voice or someone else’s. She was too distracted by the depraved hunger on Bridger’s face as he crawled the short distance to her.

Gods, she might come just from the sight of him.

Bridger positioned himself over Vega, returning his lips to hers in a kiss somehow needier than the first.

His hand slid between her legs, pressing into the exact spot he was going for. No fumbling around, straight to the point.

Vega inhaled sharply as he rubbed her through her thin leggings, breaking their lips apart to lay her head back. Her eyes fluttered as pleasure pooled between her thighs.

“Soaked. Absolutely drenched,” Bridger said against her skin, kissing down her neck until her stupid lightning T-shirt got in the way. He sat back, pulling her with him, only to drop her on his lap.

Vega straddled him, grinding against the rock-hard erection hidden by his pants. It had been so long since they’d been together—but some things just couldn’t be forgotten.

Specifically, his size. She shivered as a flutter of pleasure shot through her.

Bridger ripped Vega’s shirt over her head, tossing it to the side, and with an ease that shouldn’t have surprised her, unclasped her bra with one hand while the other slid into the front of her leggings. Bridger’s fingers slid between her slick lips and pressed into her clit. “It fucking killed me to know you weren’t wearing anything under these.”

When redressing in the motel, she hadn’t even thought about them.

Vega moaned, rolling her hips against the fingers he massaged her with slowly—so agonizingly slow.

Bridger’s free hand left goosebumps in its wake, grabbing her roughly by the back of the neck to force her to look into his eyes—and when she did, she was rewarded with two fingers slipping inside her.

Eye contact. Fuck him and his glorious eye contact.

“That’s my girl.” Bridger placed a kiss on her parted lips that felt too sweet for the intensity building between them. “You have to give me one before I fuck you. You know the rules, baby.” He’d always made Vega come first, sometimes multiple times, before he even considered chasing his own release.

Half the fun of sex to Bridger had always been the control part—he loved knowing he was the one delivering each wave of euphoric pleasure, getting to watch as Vega succumbed to him completely.

It was the only place she’d ever given up full control to another person—in the bedroom with Bridger, where she knew he’d take care of her.

Where she knew she was safe.

His fingers slid in and out while his thumb circled her clit at a pace not a single man after him had ever figured out. He watched every muscle in her face tick like he’d perish if he missed a single second.

“Fuck.” Vega’s head fell back, and she pressed into his hand for added depth and friction.

Bridger unexpectedly pulled his fingers out, and Vega whined at the loss. She threw her head forward, catching the cocky half smile on his face that shouldn’t have been a turn on. He was fucking with her.

“You mother fuc—” She glared, but Bridger plunged his fingers back inside when she locked her eyes to his.

“Eyes on me.” Bridger slammed his lips to hers, nipping at her bottom lip before pulling away. “I want you to come knowing who made you fall apart.”

Bridger pumped his fingers again, grinding his palm against her sensitive bud.