Page 61 of Bristol

I laugh. “I do.”

She shakes her head and walks away to the kitchen. I make my way to my bed and gently ease onto my side. It’s weird because I sleep best on my left side, but I’m forced to stay on my right or my back and even my back isn’t as comfortable because some of the burns on my side wrap around to my back. It takes about thirty minutes for that pain pill to kick in and when it does, I’m lulled to sleep.

I sleep soundly for the first time since the explosion. No nightmares. No waking up screaming. No waking up in immense pain. When I finally wake up, I bolt upright scanning the room. It’s eerily quiet and I don’t know if it feels that way because I’ve been so used to sleeping in the hospital with machines beeping or what, but something feels weird.

I get up and walk softly through the room and into the living room. Bristol is asleep on the couch and the tv is playing music at a very low volume. She looks like an angel. My perfect fucking angel. I let her sleep and mosey into the kitchen. I open the fridge and there’s nothing in the damned thing. I look around and realize someone’s cleaned up. Someone’s cleaned up everything.

The apartment is spotless. Bristol was busy while I was asleep. No one else has a key and she’s been with me the whole time I’ve been gone so through process of elimination, she’s the cleaning bandit. I smile to myself and go to reach for my phone before realizing I don’t have one. Mine died in a fire. A fire that could have killed me. Probably should have killed me, if I’m being honest.

I have so many things that I feel like I need to be doing. I need to go tomorrow and get a phone. I still haven’t even seen Bristol’s tattoo, nor do I know how things ended up with Mack and the life insurance money. I have missed so much; I have no fucking idea how the search for Patrick is going. And the kids. I know I got them out, but I don’t know what happened after that. If I had a phone…

I glance over at Bristol sleeping and her phone on the couch next to her. I contemplate it for a second but decide against it. Her privacy has been violated the last few years. How shitty would I be if I added to that? I’ll just wait for her to wake up. As much as I’ve slept, I still feel like I could sleep more. It’s dark outside and the clock on the wall tells me it’s ten after eight.

I ponder what day of the week it is. Wednesday? No. Tuesday. The clubhouse is open to the public tonight for our weekly bike night. It’s something new the guys are trying out.

I walk to my room and grab a pen and paper from the nightstand. I write out a note to Bristol letting her know I’m going to the clubhouse, and I’ll text her from someone’s phone once I get there. I hate to leave her sleeping, but I am dying to get out and do something and I know she’s been so tired staying at the hospital with me. I ponder on it for a moment and ditch the pen and paper. I am not leaving her. Besides, I’ve been dying to taste her and it’s been too fucking long.

She’s nestled into the arm of the couch, sleeping so sound that I almost feel bad about what I’m about to do.

Almost.

She’s wearing a plain tee and a pair of black shorts that I don’t remember seeing before. I slip them slowly down her thighs with her underwear. She stirs beneath my touch, but her eyes are still closed. I pull her shorts and underwear off of her legs and spread her knees, her perfect fucking pussy staring back at me. I slip a finger over her wet slit, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. Her eyes flutter open, sleep ridden as they lock on mine. I grin at her and dip a finger inside her. Her eyes close and her brows furrow as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. Her back arches and I replace my finger with my tongue.

She tastes like fucking heaven. God I fucking missed this. I suckle her clit into my mouth and ease my finger inside her. Her hand fists into my hair, willing me to move faster. I slip a second digit inside and her breathing quickens. The soft moans that fall from her lips have me hard as a fucking rock and it’s taking everything in me not to fuck her right now. I want to be so deep in her that I can’t see straight.

I slow down, gliding my tongue over her clit softly. Bristol bucks her hips against my mouth and I can’t take it anymore. Normally, I’d be here until I came up looking like a glazed donut but I can’t wait another fucking second.

I stop abruptly and Bristol’s eyes bolt open. They’re wild and lustful and the most beautiful fucking sight. I sit up onto my knees, my face even with hers. She wraps her hands around my neck and her lips meet mine. Passionately. Hungry.

I push my shorts down, freeing my length. I press against her entrance and slip inside her slowly, inch by inch. She slows our kiss but doesn’t break it. I swear I’m going to fucking come right now before we even get started. Her pussy clenches and I almost lose control. I pull her knees between us, pressing them against her chest.

“Oh, fuck…” I grunt, moving faster inside her.

“Yessss!” She moans.

“I fucking missed you,” I whisper, pounding into her.

“Yes, baby. Show me how much you missed me,” she cries.

I reach beneath her shirt, cupping her breast in my hand. She grips at her shirt, pulling it over her head. Revealing her perfect fucking titties to me. I suck the other into my mouth, nipping at her pebbled nipple. I roll the other one between my thumb and finger while I flick my tongue over the one in my mouth. It’s a sensation overload. I want it all. All of her.

“Bash,” she whimpers.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Bend me over.”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I flip her over and stop as I take in the sight before me. Her entire fucking back is covered in the most beautiful tattoo. Her body shakes with a giggle, whipping me back to the moment.

“Holy fuck, baby.”

She glances at me over her shoulder. “You like it?”

“I fucking love it.”

I slam into her, earning me a breathy gasp. She’s so goddamn wet for me. I slide in and out effortlessly, her sweet cunt drawing my orgasm closer with every stroke. I grip her hips, pounding hard. She clenches around me and I come undone, emptying myself inside her. She’s still coming around me after I’m done. I move slowly, dragging her orgasm from her in waves. Every time I draw back and ease back in, she clenches around me again.

She reaches a hand around to tap my arm and she taps the wrong one. I yelp and fall back. She immediately turns around, her cheeks reddening already.

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