“Tell me what you need, baby.”
“You. Just you,” she pants, sliding her hand between us to play with her clit.
I lean down to tease her nipples. When I bite down just enough to tease, I feel her pussy grip my cock tighter and then my girl is coming for me.
Her orgasm triggers my own. My body stiffens and I’m spilling into the condom. “Fuuuuuccck.”
Bristol’s eyes flutter open, and she looks up at me with wonder and adoration. “I can’t wait to do that again.”
“We’re definitely doing that again,” I tell her before pulling out and collapsing on the bed next to her. “Just give me a minute.”
She lets out a playful giggle and snuggles into my side.
I peel off the condom and tie it off, tossing it into the trash can next to the dresser. Then I wrap my arm around her and rest my chin on the top of her head.
She shifts, nestling closer, and lets out a small sigh that sounds dangerously content.
“Still okay?” I murmur, brushing my lips against her hair.
She hums, smiling against my skin. “More than okay. Perfect.”
Her fingers draw idle patterns on my chest. “You’re very good at this,” she says quietly.
“At what?”
“Making someone feel safe. Wanted. Cherished.”
“I’m glad,” I say, meaning it more than she probably realizes.
She lifts her head just enough to look at me, eyes soft and a little glassy in that way that tells me she’s still riding the emotional edge of it all.
“You didn’t make me feel like I had to be anything else,” she says. “That doesn’t happen often.”
I cup her cheek, thumb brushing gently beneath her eye. “You never have to earn space with me.”
Her smile is small yet real, genuine.
She settles back down, cheek to my chest again.
My heart feels full.
I don’t know what tomorrow looks like. Or next week. Or how fast this is going to move once the sun comes up.
But right now?
Right now, Bristol is warm and relaxed in my arms and a large part of me knows what I have here, is more than one night. It’s a beginning that I never saw coming.
nine
. . .
Bristol
My eyes flutteropen and the first thing I notice is how cold it is. Even with the warm body pressed against mine.
Notwinter morning in Mainecold—but the kind of cold that you only feel when something’s gone aerie.
I look at Rhett. He’s still asleep on his side, facing me. One arm is tucked, bent, under his head while the other is draped over my waist, holding me close.
