Page 105 of When We Burn

She stiffens at that and tries to pull away, but I hold her in place.

“And I’m going to make you fucking come, right here and right now, and you can’t make a sound. Do you hear me?”

“Yes. But how?—”

I plant my thumb over her clit and push my finger in to my first knuckle, and whatever she was about to say flies right out of her head. She leans her face on my chest, grunting and moving against me, but not whimpering.

“Good girl,” I croon into her ear and feel her tighten around my finger.

My girl loves being praised.

In less than thirty seconds, I have her worked up andcresting over into oblivion. She bites my chest. It takes my breath away to see this beautiful woman fall apart like this.

Slipping my hand out of her pants, I lick my fingers clean, and then rebutton her pants and pull her into my arms.

“You haven’t even kissed me yet.”

With a laugh, I tip her face up to mine and settle my lips over hers, tasting the traces of the apple cider donut we shared when we got here and the pure lust moving through her.

“Better?” I smooth the hair off her face and tuck it behind her ear.

“Holy shit, Bridge.” She swallows, leaning against my chest to keep her balance. Her gaze drops to my fly and the obvious bulge straining against it.

“Don’t even say it,” I growl and kiss her forehead. “You’re not sucking me off right here, kitten.”

“Seems only fair?—”

“No.” I laugh and take her hand in mine, linking our fingers. “I got what I wanted. I’m crazy about you. You know that, right?”

“Yeah.” She sighs as I lead her away from our tree. “It’s kind of wild, and I have to pinch myself sometimes to make sure that it’s real.”

“It’s real, sweetheart.”

“There you are, Daddy!” Birdie’s running in our direction, her cheeks rosy from the cool air. “We got three big buckets full of apples. Grandma says that should be enough.”

“Sounds like a lot of apples to me.” I grin at my daughter and then at my parents, who are following her, loaded down with their goods.

“Bubba,” Mom says to me, “we’d like to take Birdie back to the rental with us for the weekend. She wants to help me with my apple projects, and we thought we’d try to go to the pumpkin patch tomorrow.”

“Yeah, Dad, can I?”

“I don’t see why not. We’ll swing by the house and pack you a bag.”

When I glance over, I see Mom leaning in to say something to Dani, and my girl blushes and then nods and glances my way.

“We’re happy for you,” Dad says softly beside me. “Couldn’t have handpicked someone better for you and our girl.”

“She’s the best,” I agree, watching Mom fold Dani into a warm hug and then loop her arm around Dani’s shoulders as they walk toward the checkout building so we can pay for our apples and head home.

“You need a foot rub.”

Dani turns to me from where she’s standing in the kitchen, washing apples.

“Me?”

“I’m not talking to Pickles, sweetheart.”

She snorts at that and then shakes her head. “I haveto finish washing these apples, and then I need to do some laundry.”

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