Page 68 of Bristol

“Really?” I ask, looking at Walter.

“Really. Fuck that piece of shit. There’s nothing in my system that could give him the type of justice that he deserves. But your ways? Your ways come close.”

“Speaking of our ways, have either of you heard from the ladies?” I ask, realizing I haven’t even checked my phone to know if Bristol has sent a text or not.

Reaper waves his phone in the air. “They’re right where they’re supposed to be.”

The map on his phone has a blue dot blinking in the middle of the woods with Kendra’s face in a bubble above it.

“That was also arranged by yours truly,” Walter grins.

“Kendra and Bristol don’t know that anyone knows about this. Mack, well, she’s a little more experienced in keeping secrets and being a bad bitch on top of being one of the baddest damn lawyers in the county. She’s letting the girls feel like they have a big secret,” Reaper adds.

I finish off the last of the scotch in my glass and call it a night. I say my goodbyes and hop on my bike to head home. The roads are quiet. It’s nearly three in the morning and the only people out right now are people leaving the casino and a few random travelers. Beach boulevard is dead and the feel of the nighttime summer air makes me wish Bristol was on the back with me. She loves the beach and the air here just as much as I do.

I pull into our new driveway and type in the gate code. It opens and I see that Bristol’s car still isn’t back here yet. It doesn’t raise cause for concern, though. Reaper has their location and I think they just got a little carried away in their own extravaganzas. I walk inside and the house feels empty. Our things are all over the place, but it doesn’t quite feel like home yet.

My phone chimes with a text from Bristol.

Bristol: Just dropped Kendra off. Be home soon.

I smile and shove my phone in my pocket, heading upstairs to our bedroom. I open the door to the balcony, letting the night air in. The breeze blows the curtains back and forth across the open door and I opt to leave the lights off. The illumination coming in from the moonlight gives the room a nice romantic feel.

I slip into the bathroom and shower off, wanting to remove every bit of what I did tonight from my body. I look at my healed burns and the scars that replace the ink I had on my arm and ribs. My tattoos are missing some vital pieces but the scars remind me that, just like my girl, I have conquered and overcome something that I thought would kill me.

While the hot water trickles down my body, I feel a sense of pride. I did everything that I said I was going to. And nothing in my world means more than being a man of your word. Bristol’s headlights shining through the bedroom windows and doors have me feeling like a teenager sneaking out at night to see my crush. A wave of excitement rushes over me and I hurry to dry off. I can’t wait to see her and hear all about her night, if she’s up for telling me. If not, I’ll just devour her on the kitchen counter as promised.

I wrap my damp towel around my waist and walk down the stairs, greeting a dirty, grimy Bristol in the kitchen. She’s standing at the sink filling up a cup with water from the refrigerator. She takes a few big gulps before her head snaps in my direction. She jumps, dropping the cup and spilling the rest of her water all over the floor.

“Sebastian!” she chastises.

“I know I have scars now, but I didn’t think I was that scary.”

She laughs and I drop the towel that’s draped around my waist, throwing it on the spilled water. Bristol’s eyes rake up my body, lingering for a moment on my growing erection.

“I think I promised to fuck you right here on this counter,” I whisper, closing the distance between us. I frame her face between my hands and press my lips to hers. She’s got a wild look in her eyes, making me fucking crazy. I need this. I need her. Right now. I tear at her shirt, needing her to be just as exposed to me as I am to her. She tugs at her leggings, pulling her legs out of them one at a time until she’s standing in front of me wearing nothing but a fucking smile.

I pull back and press my hands on the counter, giving myself some leverage to jump up there.

“What are you doing?” She asks.

I grip her wrist, tugging her between my legs and lift her up, onto my lap. Realization dances in her eyes and she straddles me, placing her feet on either side of my hips. I angle my hips, pressing the head of my cock against her clit. Her mouth parts. Fingers sink into my shoulders. Nails digging in as I slide it softly back and forth. She begins to move her hips. Forward. Backward. Gliding effortlessly over my slick head. Slick with my need for her and her need for me.

“Ugh!” she grunts, sliding down onto me.

She starts moving faster than I expected, using my shoulders as leverage. My hands pull at her hips, trying to get deeper inside of her. Bristol’s head tilts back, her eyes shut tight, mouth hanging open with the most pained yet pleasured look on her face.

“Don’t… stop…” she pants, grinding against me harder with every movement of my hips. “Fucking harder!” she demands. I grip the back of her neck, making her eyes flicker open.

If I thought there was a wildness there before, it’s nothing compared the crazed look that is there now. Those pretty ocean blue eyes are wide and zeroed in on me. I know exactly what she needs. I wrap my hands around her back.

“Wrap your legs around me,” I command.

She does as she’s told. I slide us off of the counter and bring her to the oversized chair and ottoman in the living room, still inside her.

“Kneel,” I command again.

I swear she just gushed all over me with just my words. She kneels on the ottoman like the good fucking girl that she is. I kneel behind her, pressing my palm to the center of her back, guiding her forward. She presses her elbows into the ottoman, her ass in the air for me.

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