Page 37 of Second Chance Baby

Otherwise, this party would be over far faster than I intended.

Then I sidled up her body, shoving off my jeans without lifting up from her because I couldn’t wait. I needed more. Good thing she already loved me because this display wouldn’t impress her, that was for damn sure. I was far too urgent to keep a hold of myself. Far too consumed by her flavor in my throat.

Without asking her if she minded, I captured her mouth, sweeping my tongue against the seam of her lips until they parted for me. She made a low, desperate sound, lining herself up with me and then rolling so we switched positions, and she was on top.

Shamelessly, she lifted her hips, cupping her own breasts before stretching her arms behind her head and rolling her hips so smoothly to take me inside her.

Bare. As if we’d never been apart.

Watching her body undulate so naturally had me groaning. I couldn’t stop myself. Couldn’t even suppress the sounds I was making, knowing full well Barry and company weren’t going to completely hide them from my daughter’s ears.

Hopefully, she was sleeping so soundly to her white noise campfire sounds that nothing would reach her.

Please God.

Bridget was riding me so quickly that her sexy curves were just a pale blur over me. I wanted to memorize every detail, but I knew at this speed, she’d soon enough reach her second peak. So, I reached down between us, grunting at the slippery wetness between us that meant she was almost there.

And me fucking too.

I raised my legs so she could lean back against my knees as she rode me, circling her hips in a way that was so erotic I couldn’t watch her and not come. Fuck, even with my eyes closed, hearing the sounds of our bodies moving together had me fumbling for her clit. “Need to make it good for you. Can’t hold on.”

“It’s good. So good. Fuck, Travis.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

I had to watch her as she braced her hands on my belly so she could lift herself and slam herself back down, her pussy enveloping my cock with such suction that I swore my eyes were rolling back in my head.

Then she let out an aborted scream before she fumbled to kiss me while she came, letting her cries spill into my mouth as she squeezed me so fucking tightly that she dragged me along with her.

After, she sprawled on top of me, pressing her face against my throat. Her wild heartbeat was in perfect symphony with my own.

Though it took every ounce of my strength, I fisted my hand in her hair to lift her head for one dizzy second. “Never going without this again, you hear me? Not. Fucking. Ever.”

“Not. Fucking. Ever,” she whispered in agreement.

Through the tangled, damp ropes of her hair, I glimpsed her sleepy, satisfied blue eyes and sent up a thank you to whomever had made this happen again.

Whether it was the universe or a benevolent deity or my mom or hell, some unreal combination of all the above, I would never stop being eternally fucking grateful.

And then I breathed, “I love you,” even knowing from her soft noises that she’d fallen asleep.

I would say it again when she was awake. We would have all the time in the world to say it to each other this time.

I’d make sure of it.

NINE

I wokethe next morning curled up in Travis’s bed, somehow wearing my panties and a soft, well-worn flannel nightshirt. The strong, sharp odor of fresh coffee made me smile even before I opened my eyes and then I reached for him, finding the bed—and the bedroom—empty.

But then I sniffed again and took in the telltale scent of pancakes, something Travis had once made for me more mornings than not when we’d first lived together after high school graduation.

My stomach let out a truly enormous roar and I cupped it, finding I had yet another even more pressing need than to eat. I hurried off to the en suite bathroom to heed the call of nature before I washed up and returned to find my phone leaping all over the nightstand since the ringer was still off and it had been set to vibrate.

I picked it up to answer my agent’s call, noting that it was after noon. Holy hell, how had I slept so long? I hadn’t slept so long in literally years.

Which was probably why you needed it.

“Bridget? Are you okay? I was just about to send out the cops.”

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