Page 97 of Other Side Of Never
“There’s me foolishly hoping for reconciliation.
“My mother’s face when she realized she might never meet her first grandchild.
“The police officer at the door after my wife’s accident.
“Dropping out of university…”
His voice trailed off.
“I don’t like this game,” I countered lightly.“Let’s play a different one.”Pointing at the ceiling, I began, “There’s Isaiah laughing at the beach the day you played with him in the waves.There’s you packing up your life to be there for your first child in whatever way he’ll let you.”
He began to speak but I cut him off.“It’s my turn, Sir.There’s your perseverance.”I pointed at more and more imaginary constellations."That one is your kindness.Right there,” I wagged my finger, “is my personal favorite, your oh-so-talented tongue.”
“You deserve better,” he blurted out then turned toward me.In a much softer voice, almost apologetically, he repeated, “You can do better, Bridget.”
I looked back at him steadily, recognizing the spiral that had taken me down more than a time or two.
“I move on to someone else and then what?”
His brows crashed down, but he shrugged.
It was the shrug that did me in.“Then you can lie here and see me in the ceiling.”My ire rising, I pointed up.“There’s your replacement picking me up to take me to dinner in Mistlevale.”
“Bridget,” he clipped.
“Oh no,” I retorted.“You don’t get to pass me off onto someone else without facing the consequences.”Jerking my chin up at the ceiling, I said, “There’s your replacement with his hands on my hips as he plows into me from behind.”
“Stop.”
My finger moved across the ceiling, anger racing like wildfire through my veins.“There’s his tongue buried in my pussy.Oh, look!Here I’m on my knees—”
“Enough,” he snapped, rolling on top of me.Hands holding my head still, he stared down into my face.“I get it.”
My thoughts ran wild, my heart galloping alongside them.“Do you?Do you, Kian?Because I don’t want a man who can so easily hand me over to someone else.”
His hands tightened.“I won’t.”
Utterly incensed, I pushed further.If he was going to give me up, he’d know without a doubt what he was losing.“You want to see me riding another man, see his fingers pinching my nipples as I come?You want to watch that on your ceiling night after night after fucking night?”
“Bridget!”Gripping my hair, he stole my words with his kiss and filled my mouth with his tongue.His kiss was hard, his hold on my hair firm.
By the time he broke away, my lips were tingling.
My tongue darted out to soothe the sting.
“Never,” he growled.“Fucking say that shit to me again.”
Holding my own, I stared back at him.“Then don’t fucking give me up.”
“I won’t.”He compressed his lips together in a straight line, then, his mouth softening, he dipped his head and brushed his lips across mine.“I won’t.”
“Good,” I whispered, kissing him back.“Because it’s your tongue I want buried in my pussy.”
His hips jerked then rolled, his entire body tensing as he ground into me tightly then backed off with a forced exhale.
So controlled.
“It’s your fingers I want digging into my hips,” I whispered across his mouth, watching as his eyes fluttered shut.
