Page 86 of Trial and Error

Baby. Fuck, that’s hot.

I wait until the very last second before I allow myself to fill her. Her body trembles against mine as I thrust messily into her, my eyes clenching shut as I find my release. She lifts herself off me and rolls next to me with a loud huff.

“Soon,” she says. “I’ll get there soon.”

I lean over and press a kiss against the underside of her jaw.

“We’ve got all the time,” she says, but I hear the tension to it.

“Want to untie me?” I ask her.

She shakes her head. “No, I was planning on leaving you here all day.”

Bridget rolls off the side of her bed and stretches, my eyes raking over her silhouette. She walks around to my side of the bed, where she leans over and undoes the knot. I roll my wrists and push myself upright. Just as she’s about to turn to walk out into the hall and to the bathroom, I grab a hold of her arm and pull her down.

“What is it?” she asks, looking at me with a brightness in her eyes that I haven’t seen before.

I lift her hand and press a kiss to her palm. “I think we should do more of that.” She smirks. “Because that was hot.”

She giggles just as my phone vibrates in my pocket. Bridget reaches down and pulls it out of my pants and throws it to me.

Mom.

“Hey,” I say as I sit up straight. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, darling, everything is fine,” she says softly.

Bridget sits down on the edge of the bed and smiles at me. Who is it? she mouths.

My mom, I mouth back.

“I was just hoping you and Bridget aren’t busy today.”

“Did you need us to come over?”

She laughs softly. “Can you come to the house for noon?”

I frown suspiciously at her word and Bridget mimics my reaction.

I pull the phone down from my ear and put my mom on loud speaker. “She’s with me right now,” I tell her.

“Hi, Helen,” Bridget says, leaning closer to me.

“Hello, darling,” my mom replies warmly. “Would you both be able to come by the house around noon? I have a surprise for you two.”

Bridget waits for me to nod before she looks down at the phone. “We’ll be there.”

“Wonderful!” My mom beams. “Oh! Wear something nice.”

She hangs up and leaves the two of us sitting on Bridget’s bed looking each other with nervous glances. “What do you think it is?”

“Not sure,” I admit, reaching over to touch the soft skin on the inside of her knee. “I need to go home and get some clothes. Can I meet you back here in an hour?”

Bridget leans forward and rests her forehead to mine. “Of course. See you soon.” She gets up and heads into the bathroom without a second glance, and I’m sitting on her bed wondering how lucky I am to call her mine.

Bridget’s outside and waiting when I pull up to the curb. My mouth grows dry at the sight of her in the red dress she’s wearing. It hugs her figure beautifully and sits off her shoulders, exposing her collarbones. I have to fight every urge to get out my car, throw her over my shoulder, and take her upstairs.

She holds my hand in the car on the drive to my parents’ place, her fingertips brushing over my knuckles. The two of us ride in silence, and it’s not long until we’re pulling up in front of my parents’ house.