Page 30 of Until I Own You

And it’s not just any woman’s voice.

It’s Bridget’s.

“Bridget?” I ask once more, except my voice is nothing more than a whisper. I’m not sure how to keep my nerves steady. If she’s in there fucking some guy, I’m going to lose it. But if she’s alone…

I can feel blood rushing to my cock already.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I hear from behind the door.

I stop in front of it, stare at the wooden panel. I can’t very well interrupt, can I?

Then she’ll know I heard her, and she’ll be embarrassed, most likely angrier at me than she already is. But if I stand here and listen–

“Get out of my head…”

Yeah, there’s no way I’m walking away.

“No, no. Shit.” She huffs out a long breath.

I smile to myself. She sounds frustrated.

Is she touching herself? I don’t hear the breath or sounds of someone else…

I’m growing harder by the second. I wish I wasn’t…

“Come on, I’m– I’m going to–”

I grab the doorframe and close my eyes. All I want for her is this release.

She sounds so desperate, so needy.

I’ve been there. So many times.

“Fuck, Seth, please.”

My eyes shoot open.

Did she just say my name?

“I hate that you do this to me…” her voice pitches higher at the end of her sentence.

God grant me the strength not to tear open this door right this fucking second and show her what I am capable of doing to her.

“Seth, Seth, Se–” The last mention of my name is interrupted by a shrieking sigh.

My cock jumps in my pants. All I’d have to do is touch it and I’d come, Jesus Christ. I try and steady my breath, think nasty gross thoughts that will reduce my horniness.

That’s better…mildly so, but better.

There is silence for a few moments.

Then, I hear the door handle jostle.

Shit.

I stumble back, hurry out of the bride’s quarters, and stand in the hall and wait for her to emerge. A few seconds pass. Then a minute.

Finally, the door flies open, and Bridget appears, cheeks flushed from her release.

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