Page 42 of Bristol

“Shut the fuck up!” She yells, jumping up onto her feet on the bed.

She jumps a few times, bouncing me all over the fucking place as I laugh hysterically at her.

I jump up and grab her, jumping up and down with her. The high ceiling in the bedroom allows me not to hit my head, but barely.

A loud cracking noise echoes through the air and we come crashing down as the mattress and the box spring tumble to the floor beneath us. We fall onto the mattress in a tangled mess and I try to break the fall with my forearm so I don’t crush her.

We land unceremoniously and she’s laughing so hard beneath me that she vibrates my whole body.

“I’ll buy you a new bed,” she pants out through her laughter as she tries to catch her breath. I roll off of her and pull her on top of me. She straddles my waist and stares down at me, hands planted firmly on my chest.

I wave my hand. “Ahh, who cares. It’s just a bed.”

“I’m buying us a big, jump proof bed. So we can bounce as much as we want.”

I quirk a brow at her. “Oh yeah?”

She wriggles her brows and I can’t hold back my laugh at how fucking silly she is. “Oh yeah.”

My hands rest on her thighs and I inch them slowly up her hips, cupping her ass in both of my hands.

“Go get dressed,” I instruct, trying to get her away from me before I can’t stop myself from being balls deep inside her again. The longer I stare at her sitting here straddling me, the harder my dick is getting. I don’t know how I have anything left to give but just looking at this perfect fucking woman has me ready and waiting.

“Okay, okay. Bossy.” She swings her hips as she crosses the room and begins pulling clothes out of the closet. She slides on a pair of dark blue jeans, a pair of black boots, and a solid black tee shirt that hangs off her just enough to leave what’s beneath it to the imagination.

“Where are we going?” She asks, spritzing herself with a body spray.

“To get your life back.”

Chapter Thirteen

BRISTOL

Sebastian drives me all over the town to try and get all the proper documentation I need to exist legally in the world today. Evidently, we have to contact the vital records department for Wisconsin for my birth certificate. Then from there I can begin applying for the other documentation I need like social security cards and state I.D. Once we get the process going, it shouldn’t take too long. Sebastian seems to be convinced that we can get it all done within this week, so I’m trusting him on that because none of this is my forte.

The sun begins to set as we drive out of town.

“What’s the first thing you’re going to do when your money hits?” He asks, his hand resting on the inside of my thigh.

“Buy you a bed and repay you for everything you’ve done for me plus interest.”

He scoffs and smirks at me. “Ha, that covers a couple hundred dollars. What about the rest of it?”

“We’ll figure it out as we go,” I reply, squeezing his hand. This is how life is. Bristol and Sebastian.

This doesn’t feel real. It’s wild to me that a mere few months ago, I was no one. Being beaten and raped and praying for life to either change or end. Now, I’ve got just shy of a million dollars coming to me, the most amazing man, and a found family in the club. Night terrors, a battered and bruised soul, and a fucked up mind to go with it, but it gets a little better with each day that I spend with Sebastian.

“Where to, my lady?” He asks.

“Hmm, well it’s a Saturday night and I haven’t lived a whole lot of adult life out in the real world, so what do normal couples do on a Saturday night?”

“I’ve got just the thing,” he grins, switching lanes and turning around to head toward the beach.

We breeze down the highway and when we turn on Beach Boulevard, he rolls the windows down. The smell of saltwater hits me and makes me smile. It makes me think of the first night Sebastian and I came to the beach. The tide was out and we were so playful. Much like the playfulness that is written across his face now as he turns into the parking lot of what I can only assume is a small amusement park.

There’s a small Ferris wheel in the center, carnival games on a row off to the left-hand side, and a few other smaller rides in one area, then a go-cart racetrack on the right.

Sebastian kills the truck and smiles at me.

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