Chapter 21
Bridger
Maggie doesn’t say a word as I pull the Hummer around the back of the Clover Creek Inn to the room I’d secured for the night. I handed her the magnetic key when I got back into the vehicle, wondering if she cared that I only got one room.
I wondered because I’d laid my speech on her earlier today about us being too different from each other to survive in the long run. I figured my proclamation would send Maggie scurrying away from me, which is not something I wanted, but something I figured would happen since well… she’s a woman. Women take more stock in the future and looking past a single night—or just a few nights—of pleasure.
But it made sense, only having one room, because there was still a danger presented from Zeke. Granted, I didn’t think it was a big danger and it’s pretty obvious we weren’t followed. But still, it was a good excuse to insist we stick together.
And I do want to protect Maggie. Wasn’t lying to Kizner. I will shoot anyone that comes through that door after we get inside. But my ulterior motives are more because while I certainly will see to Maggie’s protection, I want to be in the same room tonight because I intend to fuck her.
I stand by my words to her. There are certain things I need in my life. I have certain demons I’ve learned to live with rather than abolish. Those things are probably not going to change about me, and Maggie is too sweet to have to deal with them for her future. She’d be hurt by me eventually, so I wanted to start getting her expectations set that this… whatever it is we have… has an expiration date on it. I’m just not sure what that date is right now.
But it’s not expiring tonight. We’ll be staying here for at least the next twelve hours, and I intend to fuck her more than once. Belle’s safe, we’re safe, and the next logical priority for me is seeing how far I can take it with Maggie. I am way more excited and turned on by the prospect than I am fearful of it, and this is pushing me forward.
Can I do in her pussy what I did in her mouth? I’m definitely bolstered by past success, and I’m not going to lie… I’m dying to feel her wrapped around me when I release. I want to feel the electric moment I felt when I was in her mouth. The orgasm was glorious, long-lived, and almost brutal in its power. Not like the flatlined orgasms I usually have that give me two to three seconds of mind paralysis at best. As much fucking as I do in my lifetime, I want it to be spectacular rather than ordinary just once.
I pull the Hummer into a parking spot and get out of the vehicle. Maggie follows suit but waits for me while I get the bags out of the back. I then follow her to the room and wait while she unlocks the door. I stand close enough to her backside that I can smell the faint smell of her pear shampoo and the very vague odor of saddle leather from our ride this morning.
When the door opens, she jets inside and heads straight to the bathroom, which tells me she’s nervous. More importantly, she knows what my intentions are. I drop the bags on one of the beds and remove the guns. I do a quick check to ensure they’re all loaded and ready, then I take my clothes off. I’d considered doing a slow seduction of Maggie, but then immediately discarded it. She knows I want her, and she wants me too. It’s a waste of time, so I did away with it.
I wait by the bathroom door patiently. She finally opens it to find me looming there naked. I expect her to jolt or even scream, but instead, she lets her eyes roam down the length of my body almost dispassionately before coming back up where she cocks an eyebrow at me. “So, that’s how we’re playing this?”
“You mean by jumping right into bed and fucking? Yeah, pretty much.”
I wait to see how she’ll take this. Will she smile, give me a small laugh, and jump into bed, choosing to show me a bit of levity over my brashness? Or will she be disappointed? Fearful? Disgusted?
She grimaces at my remark, and there it is… an obvious flash of disappointment in her eyes. Fuck if that doesn’t feel a lot like guilt brewing at the center of my chest, but I push it away as I wait to see what she does. I swear to fucking God, if I see a glimmer of a tear over my somewhat callous treatment of our relationship, I’m going to throw my clothes back on and just sit outside the hotel door all night, keeping myself far away from Maggie.
“Fine,” Maggie says pertly as she pushes by me, giving a slight elbow to my ribs so I’ll move out of her way. She starts jerking her clothes and shoes off until she’s as naked as I am. She then crawls onto the bed that doesn’t hold our bags, and lies on her back, staring at the ceiling. In a voice that sounds intentionally robotic and uninspired, she says, “Oh, Bridger. Come and do me, you big stud. I can’t wait.”
I don’t know how to take that. Is she teasing me? Is she making a point?
I walk across the room and hop on the bed, straddling her waist. She glares at me, although her eyes do drop to my dick, which is hard and ready, before peeping back up to me. She waits for me to make a move, and although she’s acting put out, I can see the pulse in the base of her neck jumping and her nipples are beaded tight so she’s not as unaffected as she wants me to believe.
“Any chance you’re on some form of birth control?” I ask her. “I know you’re not on the Pill.”
She looks confused for a moment and then nods her head. “IUD. I got one after Belle was born. Wasn’t about to give Zeke another child and tie me to him further.”
“Then we’re fucking without a condom,” I announce to her and wait to see her reaction.
“What the fuck, Bridger?” she says in exasperation, but there… right there… I see her eyes flame with lust. But she retains a little bit of common sense when she says, “You don’t even know if I’m clean.”
“You realize you didn’t even bother asking if I am,” I point out.
“Well… I assume if you said you didn’t want to use a condom it meant you were clean. I don’t think you’d do anything to ever intentionally put me in danger.”
Fuck… that admission right there. It’s exactly what I was seeking when I broached this subject. I wanted to know the depth of her trust in me. No particular reason for it, other than to stroke my ego where Maggie’s concerned, because even though I have a connection with her that’s different from all others, I still sometimes wonder exactly how she feels.
And, of course… I couldn’t do something as simple as just ask how she feels. No, that would be way too easy.
“And you trust me?” she asks in what is a sweet, hopeful voice that lets me know right there… in addition to wanting me, Maggie is not taking my proclamation that we’re too different to heart.
But I fall prey to the tone of her voice, not wanting to hurt her. Never wanting to hurt her.
“Mags,” I say softly, placing my palm right over the middle of her chest. “If you were to sit here and tell me to my face that you’re clean, I’d believe you wholeheartedly.”
Her eyes go round, but then slide off to the side to stare at the bedspread. In a small voice, she says, “I’m not sure. I mean… Zeke always used a condom, but that one time it broke. I’ve never been tested, but I’ve also never had any symptoms of anything.”
That right there is the truth, and she gave it to me point blank. Something shifts inside of me, and my respect for Maggie grows.
“Well,” I say carefully. “I do happen to know for sure you’re fine. Jared ran a full workup on you when he first treated you, and I had him include an STD panel. I had no clue what your backstory was at that point, and I wanted to make sure you got proper medical attention.”
“Oh,” she says as her eyes come back to mine. “Well… thank you.”
“So, the condom issue is dispensed,” I tell her with a pointed look. “But we have one other thing that we need to talk about before we get started.”
“You make it sound like we’re getting ready to start a board meeting or something,” she mutters, but there’s a pouty tone to it and it lightens the mood somewhat.
“It’s true what I said in the car a bit ago,” I tell her as I move both my hands to the mattress by her head and dip my face down over hers. “I haven’t given much thought to what you and I are, or what we’ll do going forward. But it seems like things with Zeke are going down fast, and come tomorrow morning, you might not need me anymore.”
“Agreed,” she admits, but fuck… it kills me how sad she sounds.
“So I’m thinking about it right now,” I explain my rationale. “And the one thing I know right now is that I really want to fuck you, and I hope it’s going to be just as amazing, if not more so, than that stellar blow job I got last night. I expect I’m going to come deep in your pussy and I’m going to love that feeling, so I expect I’ll do it again. I also expect I’ll want you tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that. But truthfully, that’s as far as I’ve gotten, Maggie. I just don’t have it in me to look too far into my future. I’ve got doubts and insecurities just like anyone. So if you want to keep on with me, to see where it goes, that’s great. But if you don’t want to, because I can’t give you more than what I did just now… I’ll back off and put my clothes on. The choice is yours.”
She doesn’t say anything right away, just looks at me without breaking eye contact. Finally, she says, “That’s quite a speech, Mr. Payne.”
“Did it make sense?” I ask.
“It did, and as it stands… I can appreciate you not knowing what you want. I can also appreciate your doubts,” she says coolly, and my chest gets tight with anxiety that she’s going to tell me to put my clothes back on. But then she gives me a sassy grin and her eyes sparkle playfully when she says, “I can appreciate those things as much as I can appreciate that fabulous cock that you’re practically waving in my face right now, and I’m really wondering what it will feel like inside of me without a condom.”
Every bit of tension drains right out of me. At the mention of my cock, it stands a little straighter as if it’s preening, and then starts to weep for her with eagerness. My chest also squeezes with the realization this woman is trying to make this easier on me.
“You’re just saying that to let me off the hook, aren’t you?” I ask her.
“I’m saying that simply because I understand your limitations, and right now… I’m okay with that. I’m also very okay with us having sex and seeing what happens after. It’s just that simple.”
I smile at Maggie, immediately stretching my body down the length of hers. Her legs part for me and my hips settle in between, my dick laying heavy over her pubic bone.
I look down into Maggie’s green eyes as I hold myself off her somewhat by my elbows digging into the mattress. “I want you so bad, Maggie. When I came in your mouth last night, it busted me out of some shackles for sure. I want to know if they’re completely banished.”
“Then you should probably get on with fucking me,” she says impishly, and I appreciate her attempt to further lighten the mood.
But I need her to know one more thing. “I think I’m good, Mags. I think I can do it. Hell, I want to do it so bad… come inside you. But same warning as before… it might not happen.”
“And I’m good if that’s the case,” she assures me with a smile.
“All right then,” I say with a return grin. “Let’s proceed to the fucking.”
“Let’s,” she says saucily.
“But first,” I say before pressing my mouth against hers and giving her a slow kiss. “Lots of foreplay.”
I kiss her again, and she mumbles against my mouth. “Sounds good.”
And so I spend a very long time getting Maggie worked up for me. Well, hell… getting myself worked up. I roll us to our sides and we kiss and make out like two horny teenagers in the back of a car. Our legs intertwined together, my dick pressed in between our bodies, and some humping as well. But then I get down to business, sliding my hand to her pussy and engaging her clit. I move my mouth down to her breasts, lick and bite at her nipples—which I know would look amazing with some clamps on them—and finger fuck her to a quick orgasm.
I think about bringing her to a second orgasm, but then her hand is on my cock and she’s stroking me a little too good and getting me a little too worked up. I briefly consider flipping her on her stomach and riding her that way, but determine that would make me a pussy. If I’m going to confront my fucking cum demons, I’m going to do it face to face with her so I can look into her eyes and assure that Maggie’s motives are pure.
Pushing Mags onto her back, I position myself over her, knocking her hand away from my cock. She spreads her legs wide and raises them high, opening herself before me in silent invitation. I look down at her cunt that’s wet and swollen with need, and it seems to call out to me. This is it… it’s where I bust past my reservations and make this pussy mine. It’s where I take back a little bit of what she took from me.
I fist my cock and bring the tip to her slit, rubbing the head up and down a few times. The feeling is exquisite and my nerve endings so receptive that the pleasure is almost unbearable. But I also remember this feeling from my past… this completely bare and undulled feeling of flesh on flesh, and I flashback to her on top of me.
Her sinking down on my cock and the terrible groan she’d always produce from within me because it felt so fucking good even as it all felt so very wrong.
Nausea wells up inside me and I pull away from Maggie so my cock’s not touching her.
“Bridger?” Maggie murmurs, and I feel her palms on my cheeks. “We can stop if you want.”
I shake my head, blink my eyes, and stare down at Maggie. I take in her beautiful face… her gorgeous hair all fanned out. Those green eyes sparkling with desire and understanding, and, most importantly, with acceptance of whatever I’m able to give her. Despite how little it may actually be.
Before my fears can get the better of me and before I can change my mind, I put my cock back at her entrance and with one slow but very assured move, I sink into her until I bottom out, all while maintaining eye contact with her.
Pure, electric bliss sears my entire body from the inside out, and a massive rumble of pleasure bolts up my spine. I go absolutely dizzy from the overwhelming physical sensations assaulting my body, and I feel something pulling at me to let go… to become an animal and take what my body demands.
Maggie’s eyes flutter, but she forces them to stay open so she can keep my gaze. I hold absolutely still, taking in everything about this moment and trying to control an urge to unleash myself on her.
Maggie’s warm eyes filled with desire and acceptance.
Hot, wet flesh tightly wrapped around my cock.
Immense pleasure.
Eagerness to come.
Not a single bit of shame.
No nausea.
No guilt.
Balls already tingling because I want to come really fucking bad.
I want to come inside of Mags.
Tentatively, I pull my cock back and fuck… what a feeling. The bare sliding of her flesh against mine and the tightness almost refusing to let me go. It feels so good it’s almost unbearable. I don’t want her to let me go.
Slowly, I slide back in… that hot, wet channel sucking me back and squeezing my dick deliciously. I groan over the sensation… all these feelings just beautifully raw and completely overwhelming. I feel like I’m falling into a deep ravine of lust and pleasure mixed with complete gratification, and the only fear I hold at this point is that once I make that fall, I’ll never want to crawl out again.
Maggie watches me, her lower lip held between her straight white teeth. Her hands rest at my shoulders, lightly waiting to either grip me in pleasure or console me in failure.
“Feels fucking good, Mags,” I tell her in a gruff voice, and I see instant relief flood her face.
“Will feel better if you move,” she says with a smile, her hands wrapping around my neck and her knees pressing into my ribs as if she’s gearing up for a ride that she knows she’ll need to hang on hard to.
I know it will.
Feel better.
Feel better than anything I’ve ever felt, and I think I’m ready for it.
I hope to fucking Christ I’m ready for it.
I push up and brace my hands on the mattress, using the leverage to start a rhythmic dance of my hips by pulling out and then punching back in deep. Holding a few seconds so I can savor the tremors of pleasure it produces, then I repeat, but a little faster with the next successive thrust.
With each push back into Maggie’s sweet pussy, she moans and pants and her fingers press into my neck muscles. With each thrust of my cock, my pulse fires hotter, faster, more erratic as the pleasure builds inside of me. I fuck her harder, and harder, and then harder yet, until I feel like I’m trying to throw myself deep into her. My chest heaves, my throat works overtime to swallow the grunts and curses that try to escape, missing far more than it contains, and my balls actually start to ache with the need to come. I want to hold it off, but there’s no putting a lasso on this runaway train. My body has taken over, and it wants to know what this buildup is all about. It’s demanding to experience the explosion that it inherently knows is going to be brutal and transcendent all at the same time.
My body begs me to give it up to Maggie. Give her my offering of my own free will. Watch as she accepts, not because it gives her power but because she revels in me.
I pick up the pace, fucking her deeply… completely.
I fuck her on my terms.
“Bridger,” Maggie breathes out on a moan as I hit her sweet spot over and over again. “Feels so good. So damn good.”
A weird pulse of tension knots in my chest.
“Give me more, Bridger,” Maggie says, her hands sliding into my hair and fingers curling to grab hold.
Give it to me, Bridger. Give it up to me. You know you want to.
My thrusting falters, my head twists on its own accord to dislodge her hands from my hair, and I pull my hips back too far, causing my cock to come all the way out of Maggie’s sex.
Immediate relief I’m out of her.
Immediate hell that I’m out of her.
My body wars with the need to finish and the compulsion to scramble away. I shake my head to clear my thoughts, but my body takes over and my hips thrust forward involuntarily to sink back into her wetness. I groan because the pleasure from her pussy gripping tight is beyond amazing, and the knot of anxiety lessens somewhat. With a quick pulling back of my cock and another punch in deep, the pleasure sizzles hot again and the remaining anxiety melts away.
I’m okay.
It was just a stumble.
Let it go.
I start thrusting in and out of Maggie, the euphoria once again grabbing hold of me and urging me to completion. My pace is fast, my thrusts deep. She looks at me with a touch of trepidation clouding her normally bright eyes. Her hands come back to my shoulders, her touch tentative.
I don’t want her to be tentative.
But I don’t want her to be controlling.
I want her to want me like no other woman has, yet it has to be a genuine desire and not born of a self-serving, sociopathic need for dominance.
But no… that’s not Maggie.
It could never be sweet Maggie.
Bending down, I place my mouth on hers, giving her a kiss that says how much I love the feel of her under me… around me. I tell her from the depths of the kiss that she is amazing, gorgeous, and sexy, and she is rocking my world right this moment.
I fuck her hard, feeling her breath quicken as she pants into my mouth and her body starts to tremble. I heave my body against hers, lurching almost so that my cock can grind deeper and deeper into her. My own head spins from the dizzying heights I’m being propelled to, and my entire being aches with the need to give it all up right here and now.
I thrust in particularly deep. Maggie’s mouth tears away from mine as she throws her head back and screams her release. I’m amazed that I can feel her pussy rippling all around my cock as she comes, and that right there ignites my own orgasm.
I don’t even suspect it coming up on me, but rather it seizes me blindly and takes my entire body hostage. I stiffen, one moment suspended in time where I see Maggie’s lust-glazed eyes smiling at me and I feel her body’s tremble, and then I start to come viciously inside of her. I shoot so hard, my vision darkens for several moments. The pleasure that bursts outward from what seems like every molecule in my body robs me of my breath… to the point where I don’t think I’ll ever be able to breathe again.
But that’s okay, because as good as this feels, I don’t need oxygen to survive. I can survive on sex with Maggie alone.
My head drops to her shoulder, and I close my eyes to enjoy the lingering pulses of pleasure that seem to be without end. If my prior orgasms during sex seemed gray and lackluster, these feel like the burst of color that occurred when Dorothy stepped out of her house in Oz.
Maggie’s soft hands stroke my shoulders, and I lift my head up to look at her.
“Hey,” she says with a soft smile.
“Hey,” I mumble back to her, my heart still beating frantically.
“Good?” she asks hesitantly.
“The best,” I tell her truthfully.
“Really?” she asks, her smile now wider than the Wyoming prairies.
“Wouldn’t lie,” I mutter. But I won’t elaborate either, because I’m afraid of what a pussy I’d sound like if I tried to wax poetic about that transcendental experience.
Instead, I roll us to our sides, keeping my cock still wedged inside of her. It still has little tingles of pleasure coursing through it, and I’m completely fine by that.
“What do you want to do?” Maggie asks as she wraps her arm around my waist and burrows into me closer.
I don’t even hesitate. “Want to get a second wind, and then I want to do that again. Then maybe we’ll grab some dinner, and then I definitely want to do it again after that.”
“Insatiable,” she murmurs, leaning in and pressing a kiss at the base of my throat.
With you, Maggie, I think to myself. Absolutely with you.
*
The call comes in at 3:10 AM and wakes me from an exhausted sleep. I’d fucked Maggie four times in this hotel bed, the last only about two hours ago, and that, coupled with the stress of our situation and the travel, had me falling into a slumber that resembled a coma.
It’s why my voice is hoarse and my speech is a little slurred when I answer, “Hello.”
“It’s Joseph Kizner,” I hear and I sit straight up in bed, instantly awake. “It’s done—went down a few hours ago. Zeke’s in custody as well as several members of the club. Raids went down in several other clubhouses across the United States. Would have called earlier but I’ve been slammed with getting all the arrests processed and everyone booked properly.”
I let out a sigh of relief and scrub my hand through my hair. Maggie doesn’t even stir beside me.
“I’ve got to go; got a shit ton more paperwork. Just wanted to let you know,” Kizner says. “You should head back to Jackson once you both get up and moving. We’re going to need you and Maggie’s statements.”
“Will do,” I murmur into the phone before disconnecting. The relief that this nightmare for Maggie is finally over and my sheer exhaustion compels me to sink back down beside her. After placing my phone on the bedside table, I roll over and curl my body around Maggie’s. We’ll sleep for a few more hours, but then we need to hit the road.
It’s time to get my life back on track again.