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His eyes rolled back as her perfect heat gripped his dick perfectly until he was balls deep. Their gazes met, the fire still ablaze in hers, desire fanning the flames, and something shifted inside him. She rocked forward, his dick slipping easily through her wet channel, and he groaned. It was better than anything he’d ever felt, and yet it felt strangely like coming home after a long road trip.
“Damn, Bridg, you feel so fucking good.” He palmed her ass with both hands, just soaking in the feel of her, not even needing to guide her because every move she made was exactly what he needed. Like she was made for him. She rocked down hard against him, moving back and forth in a rhythm that called to his soul. He smoothed one hand over her hip and up the soft skin of her stomach to toy with her tight nipples while the other kneaded her ass. Everything about the connection was profound. Her movement was fire to his blood.
“Ryan,” she moaned. “I’m so close.”
So was he. He thrust up to meet her every time, her pussy tightening more each time, gripping him like a tight, hot fist, and he snapped. Letting his fingers dig into her hips, he thrust hard, lifting her too slam back down again and again.
“Yes, I’m coming,” she cried.
One more thrust, and he came hard. It was a holy heaven. Pulse after pulse of hot pleasure rolled through him before he collapsed back against the pillows, pulling her down on his chest. But the feeling pounding hard inside his ribcage was different. A high unlike anything he’d felt before. Deeper than physical pleasure, it was a connection that, in that moment, changed everything.
5
Bridget pulledthe strap of her purse over her shoulder before slamming the SUV’s door shut. The harsh wind off the lake cut through her leggings, and she shivered as she hurried up the steps for the Silver Linings owners’ meeting.
She wasn’t late per se, but she had another two weeks before school was done for the summer, so the three thirty start time was pushing it for her. Since the year her son Aidan had started second grade, she’d been the school nurse for the most prestigious private middle/high school in Tahoe.
It had been an interesting ten years. Her position included both a counselor and an administrative piece that she hadn’t expected when she was hired, but working for the private school meant her son could attend at a deep discount. And the school helped boosted Aidan’s lacrosse skills, which helped him earn a full ride to UCLA.
“Hi, Gus.” She waved to the bouncer just coming on shift for the night as she skipped up the steps and through the double glass doors into the bar.
The log cabin feel, complete with exposed wooden beams and river stone, appealed to the eye, but nothing compared to the view of the lake. It didn’t matter how many times she looked out those windows. Seeing it always took her breath away.
“Hi Bridg,” Shawn called from across the room.
She headed his way as he set a wineglass on the bar, knowing what she wanted.
“Am I the last one?” she asked.
He nodded and then glanced at his watch before smirking. “It is three thirty-eight.”
She sighed. “I’m not late.”
He raised his eyebrows and waited.
“What?”
“I’m just waiting to see how you finish that.” He placed the bottle of pinot he’d pulled out of the fridge on the counter. “If you’re going to say I’m not as late as I’ve been in the past. Or I’m not late like I was that time when I got here at four thirty. Then I can agree. If you leave it at not late, well,” he chuckled as he poured the clear liquid into the glass, “that’s a lie.”
Bridget scoffed.
“And you can’t even blame Ryan,” he teased, “because I know check-in times for night games are long before noon.”
“What does he have to do with my tardiness?” She reached for the wineglass he’d just filled, refusing to meet his eyes.
“You pay me, so I won’t push, but good luck with Jo. She heard you two left together last night, and she’s quizzing everyone for details.”
“Great.” Bridget groaned, grabbing not only her glass, but the bottle of pinot. If Jo was in inquisition mode, she’d need it. Jo wouldn’t be mad, but she’d be pushy about the entire thing. And Bridget wanted it to be what it was.
The sex had been amazing. Ryan was demanding, yet attentive. He was growly and bossy but still made sure she was beyond satisfied when it was over. And his stamina was crazy. He’d stayed so late he almost missed his twelve o’clock curfew, but as he climbed out of bed, he’d assured her it would be worth the fine if they punished him.
“I still can’t believe they killed off Darius Knightshade,” Lottie said, tucking her blond hair over her shoulder as Bridget rounded the corner and came into the room where the four other women were seated. Everyone at the bar had been talking about the hot vampire detective’s death for days.
The actor had grown up in Tahoe and had recently been staying in town, often spending time at the bar. She couldn’t be sure if it was the views and music or if it was the beautiful CEO whose yacht was docked at the bar for the month of April that brought Griffin Stone to the Silver Lining. Although Bridget wasn’t big on listening to the rumors about the actor and CEO, after meeting Scarlett, she could see why Griffin was smitten.
“Griffin was here for weeks and never even hinted about his character getting offed. Even to you, with all yourBuffy the Vampire Slayertrivia bonding.” Jo shook her head at Gayle.
“I’m sure his contract includes a clause that keeps him from sharing information like that. At least it would if he was my client,” Sonya, the attorney of the group, piped up.
