Page 6 of Prey for You

But his thrusts were pushing me up the bed, and I had no traction to resist.

Back arched and ass tipped up to meet him, I flailed, finally getting one arm high enough to plant my hand against the headboard so I could offer resistance. On his next thrust, we both cried out and I felt Sam shudder.

“Fuck,Bridget.”

“Don’t stop,” I gasped. “Please!”

With a long, low moan, Sam tipped forward, fisting the pillow next to my face with his free hand, and arching his back, plowing me—sometimes deep and slow, holding the peak hard against me for moments before drawing out, others slamming home again and again until our bodies slapped. My hardened, sensitized nipples dragged on the cotton sheets, sending electric jolts through me to meet the pulse from where we joined until I could do nothing but brace and wait as my body climbed—mindless, begging for more.

Wordless cries broke from me with every thrust, and the pressure of bliss building in my core threatened to overwhelm me.

“Sam…Sam!”

“Come for me, baby—oh shit,Bridget!”

As he pushed me closer and closer to the edge of that glorious cliff, he twitched and jolted, fighting for control. As my cries grew higher, more frantic, he let go of my neck and grabbed for my free hand, pulling it up over my head and twining our fingers, holding both of us there until with one, final drive, my body shattered.

We both cried out as my head lifted and body bowed in the same moment Sam dropped his chin and his cheek brushed mine.

Wave after wave of bliss, lungs frozen, and then a bellowing cry from Sam and he collapsed over me, holding me, roaring, sweating…

We lay there for long minutes, blinking and panting, before Sam finally pushed up on one elbow and cleared his throat. “Holy fuck, Bridget. Can you breathe?” he rasped.

“Mmm hmmm,” I murmured, smiling, and praying he’d lay back down. Because I loved it.

I loved his weight on my back. I loved feeling helpless in his arms. I adored the sense that he covered me. A thick, strong, shield standing between me and the world that I hated.

It was stunning.

I never wanted it to end.

2. Under Your Skin

~ SAM ~

I rolled her onto her side, her back to my chest, slipped an arm over her waist, cupped her breast, buried my nose in her neck, and breathed her in.

A strange thing happened as we lay there silently. Our breathing began to sync. Was she aware of it?

I didn’t want to move and break the spell. It was incredible to me, looking back over the past few weeks and realizing where it had brought us.

God makes everything work together for the good of those who love Him and follow His purpose for them…It was a verse I’d taught a dozen times, and an ongoing debate with the guys in the prison.

How canthisbe good? The question was always delivered with a sneer and a hand waved towards the walls around us.

Even outside, in the real world, the accusation arose again and again, usually wailed when a person felt like their life was falling apart.

How canthisbe good?

It was a question I’d been asking God from the second I knew Bridget had given me up to the Feds.

No one ever liked the answer. Including me: Sometimes it takes a hard voyage to reach a great destination. But in my experience, it was always worth the journey.

Of course, that was easy to say right now, skin-to-thrumming-skin with my wife in a fancy hotel room several hours drive from anyone who’d care to break our peace. It would feel a lot more shaky in a few days when we had to go back and be apart again.

Yet… right now, we werehere. And I wouldn’t change this place for anything.

Bridget’s breathing had slowed and evened out, but when I thoughtlessly squeezed her tighter against me, she sucked in, then stretched.

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