Page 4 of All Her Broken Pieces

As she slides out of the booth, my eyes rake over the tight, black dress that accentuates all her curves. It hits mid-thigh, and her heels make her legs look like they go on for days. But it’s the confidence with which she moves that I find most attractive. This woman knows what she wants, and I find strong women sexy as fuck.

Alyx assured me this was the most popular club in Columbus when he convinced me to come out tonight. He knows I’ve been in a funk for the past year since my Nonna died, and has been doing everything in his power to raise my spirits. This is more Alyx’s scene than mine, though, and I’m tired of following him to clubs only to be ditched while he fucks his way through half the city. I usually prefer relationships over casual hookups, and while I’ve made a few connections with women this past year, none have held my interest until tonight.

The dance floor is full of bodies, and we stay off to the side. Gripping her hips, I pull Bridget close to me. “Is this okay?” I whisper in her ear.

Her head falls back onto my shoulder. “Yes, but you can get closer, you know. I don’t bite unless you want me to.” She grinds her perfect ass into me, her brown hair falling in waves over her shoulders. That semi is at full mast now. If her words didn’t do it, her sweet ass against me completed the job. She’s confident, taking what she wants from me, then wriggling out of my hold as though our connection is fleeting.

We continue this game, her body pressed against mine, giving me just enough before moving, causing me to chase after her, desperate for a chance to hold on to her. After a while, I’m able to get her against a wall, boxing her in with my arms. She’s all over me, running her hands up and down the muscles on my abs and chest, then she turns her back to me and straddles my leg while grinding on my thigh, pushing her ass against my erection as she snakes her hands around my neck. I cannot get enough of her body flush against mine. Never in my life have I wanted a woman more.

Bridget escapes my hold once again, and I spin to follow her, grabbing on to her waist to pull her against me as she twerks into my crotch while holding her knees. I lose control, digging my fingertips into her hips as my back hits the wall and then I spin us, so now her back is against the wall.

“You like that, pup, don’t you? I can feel how hard you are,” she says peering up at me through her lashes.

Not sure why she’s calling me pup, but I roll with it and place my hands on either side of her head as my hips move against her. “Know a quiet place we can go to?—”

“Make a better connection?” she finishes my thought, and I briefly wonder if she’s flirting or teasing. My earlier nerves are gone, my confidence growing as big as my erection.

“It’s really not a line I use. You’re just really fucking hot, and I’m finding it hard to keep my hands to myself when I’m around you.” I need to kiss her more than I need my next breath.

“Then don’t,” she challenges, running her hands up my pecs and hooking a leg around my thigh. I stare down at her, pinning her to the wall with my hips. “Fucking kiss me already, pup.”

I grab her jaw and crash my lips down on hers. She opens for me, tangling her tongue with mine. She tastes sweet like berries and spicy like the bourbon she was drinking. Her hands continue to roam my body as she climbs me like a tree, wrapping her legs around my waist as if she can’t get close enough to me.

I pull back, trying to catch my breath. “Fuck, Bridge. I knew you’d taste good.”

She rears back suddenly, and her blue eyes burn holes into me. “Don’t call me that. I don’t do nicknames. Especially not that one.”

“Okay,” I drawl, feeling like I am corralling a skittish mare. “What do you want me to call you then?” I move my lips closer to her ear and run my tongue along the shell before nibbling on her lobe. “Sweetheart?”

“Fine. Just don’t get too attached, pup.” She pants for breath and writhes against my boner as I lick down the column of her neck. “This is only for tonight.”

“Got it.” I suck and nip across her collarbone as she lets out a low moan.

“I mean it. I don’t do complicated, and in my experience, more than once gets complicated.”

“The only complications between us are the positions I want to put you in while you scream my name,” I groan before sealing my mouth over hers again in a bruising kiss. I swear she’s trying to show me that she’s in control with the acrobatics of her tongue alone.

There’s a tap on my shoulder, and I reluctantly pull my mouth from hers to see Alyx and Becka next to us, mouths agape.

“Damn, girl, you two are worse than that couple in the booth,” Becka teases as Bridget shimmies down my body and returns to stand on her own. “You gonna be okay if I head out?”

“Yeah, I’m good. I think Ethan and I are going to head back to my place. Want to share a ride?”

Fuck yeah. Something about this woman intrigues me, and I want to spend more time getting to know her. And if I get a chance to find out how she sounds when she comes, even better.

“I’m headed out too, bro. I want to check out that new club across town. Don’t wait up for me.” Alyx winks before side-hugging me with a slap on my back. “I already closed out our tab. Catch up tomorrow?”

“Sure thing, man. Be safe,” I tell Alyx before pulling Bridget into my side and guiding us toward the exit with Becka close behind.

CHAPTER2

Ethan

“Like I said earlier,this is only for tonight. No complications,” she says as she unlocks the door to her apartment and lets me in. It’s obvious from the interior that she does well for herself.

Floor-to-ceiling windows provide an amazing view of the city, but I barely have time to take in more before she shoves me against the wall and pulls my lips to hers. I’m groping her hips while licking along the spot on her collarbone that made her moan earlier and whispering, “It doesn’t have to be complicated. Give me a chance to prove to you that you can trust me with your pleasure for more than one night.”

The car ride over gave me some time to think and breathe. The pull I feel to this woman is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I couldn’t keep my hands off her in the club, and I thought that would calm down with the car ride here. Even with Becka as our buffer, I couldn’t stop touching her, stroking her arm, squeezing her thigh. I haven’t felt this alive in years. She’s awakened something in me, and if I’m certain of anything in my life, it’s that one night with Bridget won’t be enough.

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