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His control was slipping. He was holding tight with everything he had, battling against the surging pleasure with every trick he knew, but he was losing the war with pleasure. He closed his eyes, the sight of Lindy under him, her breasts moving with his thrusts, the beauty of her face and pleasure he could see there, the glow of her still wet skin, forcing his orgasm closer.

“Look at me,” she whispered when he closed his eyes.

He opened his eyes and stared deep into hers as he thrust. His cock began to burn and he made one final attempt to hold his orgasm, but failed.

She smiled as his face twisted an instant before his breath exploded from him in a deep gasping grunt as he drove himself deep into her, his body twisting and jerking as he crushed his eyes closed and then fell to her, holding her tight as he shook. He pulled back and thrust into her again with a faint whimper as another wave passed over him, making his muscles twist and coil beneath his skin. She held him, smiling in satisfaction that she could give him so much pleasure as he slowly relaxed in her embrace.

He held her until the pain in his knees became more than he could bear. With a gasp he struggled to his feet, staggering and grimacing from the pain.

“You okay?”

He hobbled in a small circle until the pain began to fade. “Yeah. My knees are killing me.”

She rose from the couch and melted into his embrace, feeling warm and relaxed as she rested her head on his shoulder. “I don’t want to have to ride back to my car in the rain,” she murmured, hoping he would ask her to stay.

“Then stay with me tonight.”

“I have to work in the morning.”

“I’ll take you to work.”

“I have to go home and change first.”

“I will take you home and then take you to work. Stiles and I will bring your car to work later.”

She smiled and was about to agree when she remembered she had left her purse, apartment key, phone, even the keys to the campus, at Stiles’s. Her heart to sank. She had been so focused on leaving with Treble she hadn’t even thought about them until now.

“I can’t. My purse and keys are at Stiles’s.” She looked around but there was no clock to be seen. “What time is it?”

Treble looked at the clock on the microwave. “10:30.”

“Take me to Stiles’s, then follow me home and spend the night with me?”

“You’re going to get wet again.”

Her lips pulled into a crooked smile as she touched his face. “Babe, you can make me wet anytime.”

CHAPTER THIRTY SIX

“You were going to Birmingham?” Bridget asked as the door shut behind Lindy and Treble.

“I was,” Stiles replied softly.

“Why?”

“Looking for a new place to setup shop.”

Bridget felt a chill pass over her. “You were leaving? As in moving?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I couldn’t stay here.”

“Because of…me?”

“Yes.”

Her lips tugged down as another reminder of the pain she caused slapped her in the face. “And now?”

He smiled at her as her face crumbled. “Now, I think I’ll stay. None of the brothers wanted to leave Charlotte anyway.”

“I’m so sorry, Stiles. I—”

He touched her lips with a finger to still her voice. “No more. What’s done is done.”

“Will you ever be able to forgive me?”

“I already have.”

She whimpered at his words. Stiles wasn’t Terry, but he too was a good man in his own way. “I will never hurt you again.”

He took her face in his hands and held her gently. She seemed so fragile and afraid, as if she was unsure that he had actually forgiven her. It’s true that she had hurt him, but he would heal. But this Bridget in front of him wasn’t the woman he loved and he wanted
his
Bridget back.

“I know…because I will cut the heart out of the first fucker than tries to take you from me.”

“I will never do that…not to you,” she said meekly. He had no reason to believe her, but she hoped, in time, he would.

“I know that, too…because nobody will ever fuck you like I will.”

A wave of heat passed over her. It was true, no man had ever fucked her like Stiles could, and no man ever would. It was the fucking that had first pulled her from Terry, but it was the man fucking her that had stolen her heart and made her fall in love.

“No. Nobody,” she agreed softly.

“Are you my old lady?” he demanded.

“Yes.”

“Prove it,” he said harshly, recalling the last time they were together and the hard and violent sex that resulted as they burned off their anger.

She smiled, picking up on what he was doing, the thought of that rough encounter exciting her. That had been the last time she had been fucked, and if the make up sex was that good then, then this time it should be
epic.

“I’ve already called off the wedding,” she said softly as she began to open her shorts. “I don’t know what else I can do to prove it to you.”

He saw the mischievous glint come into her eyes as she began to slip out of her shorts. She would probably be a while getting over what she had done, but she had to start somewhere, and in his bed where they could rebuild the connection they had was as good a place to start as any.

“You’d better think of something,” he growled as he opened his own his pants and slid them down.

She licked her lips, trying to think of a way to bring out the darkness in Stiles and recapture the intensity of their last time together. She needed to feel his desire, needed to know he still wanted her with the same ferociousness that he had before. She had to see the need and desire in his eyes so she could believe him when he said he had forgiven her. She smiled as she sauntered up to him while pulling her tunic over her head.

“What if,” she began slowly as she removed her bra, “I fucked you until you couldn’t fuck me anymore? Would that prove I’m your old lady?”

His cock began to throb. No woman had ever been able to outlast him in the bedroom, but if there were one who could, it would be Bridget. He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. “You think you can?”

“Oh, baby,” she purred playfully, dragging a finger along his lips, “I
know
I can.”

Stiles’s monster, the darkness that drove him to sexually dominate and out fuck any woman that dared challenge him, the darkness that Bridget seemed to thrive on, howled. “Care to try to prove it?” he sneered.

“When you think you’re ready.”

He stood still, not reaching for her, his monster rampaging inside of him, but he held it at bay to force her to come to him. He watched as she stared into his eyes, her smile slowly fading before her face hardened and she stepped forward.

He didn’t reach for her and simply stood there, watching her, his face hard. Her fear began to rise within her again as her heart began to thud in her chest. She didn’t understand what he wanted or what she was expected to do. She had challenged him, and she thought his undressing indicated that he understood. Perhaps he hadn’t accepted her back at all.
No! I won’t lose him! Not now, not after all of this!
She stepped forward pulling his head down and kissing him firmly on the lips. She would do whatever it took to prove to him she was his, now and forever.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her harder into the kiss. Her soft whimper as they kissed, their tongues dueling, made the darkness surge and boil so he released it, allowing it to fill him.

The moment he crushed her to him she realized it was a test to see if she would come to him meekly or beg him to come to her. She assumed that intensity of the embrace and kiss as he crushed her to him signaled that she had done the right thing, the relief causing her passions to soar.

He pulled back from her and grabbed her by the back of the neck, forcing her down the hall to his bedroom. He shoved her hard toward the bed and she went, not meekly, but willingly, crawling into the bed before turning to face him.

“Come on, if you think your fucking man enough to handle me!”

He crossed the distance with two quick steps, piling into the bed with her and diving between her legs. He settled on her, then, with a quick twist of his hips, rolled over so she was on top as he pulled her most intimate area tight to his mouth.

She grabbed his cock and plunged it into her mouth. Stiles wasn’t the largest man she had ever fucked, but he was right sized, large enough he filled her completely, but not so large that he was difficult to swallow. She plunged down his shaft, holding him deep until she felt her gag rising. She backed off, recovered her breath, and plunged down again.

Stiles tried to concentrate on pleasing her but Bridget was a force of nature tonight, her enthusiasm for the blowjob making it difficult to focus. He continued to probe and lick, using a finger to tickle her or touch her inside. Finally she gasped and began to softly pump her hips, but the smile that formed as he broke her reserve quickly disappeared when she gently raked his balls with her nails to make him groan in desire.

She had held against the pleasure he was giving her as long as she could, but there was no doubt now that he was going to make her come, and soon. She issued her challenge of out fucking him knowing she hadn’t been able to do it in the past, but tonight she was motivated like never before, motivated to right all the wrongs she had done and prove to him she was his. It wasn’t about the sex, but making love to him was the only tangible way she had to express how she felt toward him, and before tonight was over, he would know that she loved him like no other man.

He shook his head, his tongue and finger busy, battling to hold his orgasm in check as she held him in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, the pleasure radiating out from that single spot searingly intense as they gave and took pleasure.

She could sense him tensing up, his body becoming tight and rigid, but she continued to lick and kiss him, bobbing her head with her lips pinched tight around his shaft. With a grunt he came, filling her mouth with his essence even as he devoured her, his tongue and lips flicking and tugging. She continued to pump her mouth over him, trying to break him as he pushed her to orgasm, his hard and deep growls of pleasure not only heard but felt.

She began to shudder, pumping her hips harder and harder, until she pulled him from her mouth with a gasp, mewling in pleasure until she jerked hard once, then twice, her soft whimper becoming a quick loud bark of pleasure.

She couldn’t stand it any longer, her orgasm closing around her with devastating intensity. She pulled him from her mouth, his cock slick with semen and saliva. She wanted to continue to please him, to stroke him hard and fast and make him scream in pleasure, but her climax sapped her will and she could do nothing but wait for the torrent of pleasure to subside.

He rolled her off of him, turning in the bed to kiss her lips when free of her weight. She moved weakly and he smiled, satisfied that though he had orgasmed first, she had climaxed harder. His monster was howling, demanding more, the need to devastate her pleasure again and again a living thing that must be satisfied. He pushed her legs open and drove into her, causing her breath to escape in a rush as he fell across her and took her lips.

The touch of his lips revived her slightly as her strength began to return. She returned his kiss lustily as he began to thrust. She was flooding, so aroused she felt like she could fuck for hours, for days, without stopping. She would have to call that one a draw. She had succeeded in making him come first, but her own orgasm had only been moments behind his and it was shattering in its intensity. She was confident she could make him come again, but she knew from experience that after that, she didn’t know his limit…but she was damn sure going to find out tonight.

She came alive in the kiss as her orgasm released her. He pulled back and stared into her eyes. “Who are you?” he demanded, pumping his hips slowly.

“I’m your old lady.”

“What do you want?”

“I want to be with you forever.”

“Do you love me?”

“Yes.”

He smiled. The monster roared, trying to prevent him from saying it, not wanting to show any weakness, but he gagged it, knowing she needed to hear it. “I love you, too.”

“Show me,” she whispered as she reached up and pulled his lips back to hers.

The kiss was the best kiss he had ever had, loving, erotic, and powerful. Knowing that he had won her and taken her from another man filled him with a sense of power. He pulled back from the kiss and gathered her legs, pushing them up and clasping them to his chest.

“Oh my god…you are going so
deep
!”
she gasped, pushing at his legs as he drove into her with purpose.

He knew she liked it deep so he held her legs tight, thrusting as hard and fast as he could, her moans, whimpers and gasps driving him on until his strength failed.

He dropped her legs with a gasp and fell forward, kissing her deeply as he breathed in bellow-like pants, his body slick with his sweat. She had managed to fight off her orgasm, but as they kissed, the slickness of his skin and the feeling of his pounding hips sent her need soaring.

Her kiss became electrify as she began to whimper softly, before pushing his face hard away.

“Fuck!” she gasped, clinging tight to him as her orgasm burned through her. She tried to stop it again, but the feel of his body moving against hers and the power of his kiss overpowered her control. He continued to thrust as her orgasm twisted her, until with great sigh she was free.

“You done?” he asked softly.

“Did you come?”

He kissed her softly. “No.”

Bridget began to giggle softly and moaned in teasing exasperation. “Fuck…”

He smiled, enjoying her distress as he began to thrust again. “Okay.”

She was strung out from two hard orgasms, but she had promised to fuck him until he could go no more, and that was what she intended to do. She pushed at him, forcing him off of her and then pushing him again so that he tumbled to his back. She knew he liked it when she was on top, so she followed, settling over him and taking him inside again.