Page 113 of Prey for You

I’d ride it out. I was determined to ride it out,but fuck!

Then I looked down on her, ass in the air, head drawn back, eyes closed and mouth wide open, her elbows hard on the ground… bent into the dirt forme.

The rush of love and need andintensedesire was overwhelming. I let go of her hair and cupped under her chin, holding her throat, but not squeezing, stroking, leaning over her until it seemed like every part of me pressed against her—hand on her throat, forehead on her shoulder, body writhing against her, my cockinsideher.

I shuddered, curling my toes and fighting to beat back my climax.

Bridget gasped. “Sam? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, babe,” I grunted, and slid my hand down her neck to grasp her shoulder and pump into her, holding the thrust deep and hard inside her before pulling out and plowing her again and again in time with my words. “I’m just so. Damn. Inlove.Withyou. I—”

She jolted, her scream echoing in the trees so I was forced to clap a hand over her mouth in case someone was nearby and thought I was hurting her.

Her cries muffled against my palm as I pounded her, and she pulsed around me, wringing every last wave of pleasure from her body until she shuddered and twitched, her hips bucking forward as she sought to free herself from the overload.

But I grabbed her, held her, pressed my face into her hair and finally roared my own release, my thrusts taking her knees off the ground, then growing erratic as my body twitched and jerked.

When it was finally over, I lay on my side in the dirt, one leg between Bridget’s, her body bowed back against me and my face in her hair.

I was blinking and disoriented. But she was hugging my arm that was over her shoulder and hugging her chest.

Then, while I still panted, she turned her face to kiss my bicep.

“I love you, too,” she whispered.

~ BRIDGET ~

He made love to me three times before the sun started going down. I even ran one time so he could chase me. But my heart wasn’t in it.

Sam tackled me the second I was in reach—which only proved how much he held himself back, usually. But I was glad. I didn’t fight him. I didn’twantto resist. I needed my hands full of him, and my body full of him, my eyes full of the sight of him. My ears full of his grunts and whispers and cries…

But there was always that ticking clock hanging over our heads. That little voice in the back of my skull counting down to when I’d have to leave.

I suddenly cursed myself for deciding a state park was the way to go. They locked the parking lots at dusk, which meant Ihadto get out of here.

I shouldn’t have been so responsible. Should have found a place we could run all night if we wanted to.

But there was no way to change it now. As the light dimmed, I was struggling to smile.

For the first time I could think of, Sam walked with his arm around me. When we were on our honeymoon, he’d held my hand a lot. But I couldn’t remember him pulling me into his side like this.

I didn’t even pretend I didn’t want it. I hugged his waist and walked with him, even though it was awkward as hell. I couldn’t bear to not feel his warmth.

In the end, to indulge me, he offered me a piggy-back for the last half-mile to the parking lot.

As we drew closer we stopped talking and just clung. There were voices echoing on the trails and the sound of a car running in the parking lot.

So, when the trees thinned and the evening sun poked through, Sam stopped walking and put me on my feet.

“We should have both parked on the other side where they don’t gate it,” I said, trying my best not to sound like a pouting child.

Sam looked down at me. “We’ll do this again. Or… something. I don’t know. Just… don’t give up on me, okay?”

I frowned at him, a flare of very real anger in my chest. “Why do you think you even have to ask?”

He sighed and pulled me into a hug. “I know. I know. I just… I don’t want to let you go.”

“Same.”

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