Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
“I have a date.” Rowan blushes before going back to her task of cutting the strawberries while throwing them in the bowl for a fruit salad.
“The fuck you are.” Bridger turns off the stove after her statement.
“I do, Bridge. I’m not a baby anymore. I’ll text you all the information and check in with you when I get home. We’re also meeting at Dubrow’s Bar and Grill, Brother Bear,” she rushes. Bridger looks like he’s about to blow a gasket. I slide off the barstool, abandoning my cup of hot tea. Sometimes I’ll drink coffee, but for the most part, a hot cup of black tea, steaming hot, steeped to no end, and a plop of sugar is what I have.
“Hey,” I breathe, wrapping my arms around Bridger’s trim waist. He wraps one arm around my shoulder. His other hand holds the spatula, and he points it at Rowan. “You get me his name, first and last, picture, and you text me when you make it to Dubrow’s and the minute you’re locked inside your apartment, or I’m rounding up the boys.”
“Hey, sunshine.” He kisses my forehead.
“Duh, Bridge, I was going to do that anyway. It’s not like I would want to put myself in danger or have a bunch of mammoths of men following me around. We all know how that was growing up,” she huffs out.
“Good, now that that’s settled, what’s the ETA on the parental units?” he asks Peyton.
“They should be pulling in about a minute or so,” she responds.
“Set the table. Kel, will you get the drinks out? The rest of us will plate this up, and everything will be set to go.” I knew Bridger was an alpha man. Even in something as small as having breakfast with everyone, he takes charge, though last night, it was me he let lead the way.
I smile at him, and we all do what we need until his parents join us for breakfast. Peyton was not wrong. Bridger’s mom, Talia, and his dad, Rob, definitely brought the champagne in the form of a case of six bottles. After we all said hello with hugs and kisses on the cheeks, we sat down and devoured the food.
“This is so good,” I moan my appreciation for the food. Aspen, the quiet one of the bunch, snorts out her laughter at the way I’m practically orgasming over the fluffy pancakes Bridger made.
I can feel the flush rise up on my face. My head is down, and my shoulders are shaking with my own laughter when I feel Bridger’s hand skate up the inside of my leg with the two of us still wearing practically pajamas. If his fingers get much closer to my center, he’ll see how wet I am for him.
“I told you, his pancakes are to die for. We girls couldn’t wait until Mom and Dad had to work late or went to church early Sunday mornings and Bridger was home to make us breakfast. It was the only time we wouldn’t sleep in.” The girls are chattering. The only thing I can focus on is Bridger though.
He leans into my ear, whispering, “I’d much rather have you for breakfast. Too bad family barged in. You spread out on this table, bare for me while I eat your sweet pussy. That’s what you want, isn’t it?” he questions. He already knows the answer though, by the way I have to dip my head down, pretending we’re talking while my face is flush and my body is dripping with desire.
“Yeah, I know you want that. Finish your breakfast, sunshine. We have a couple of things to take care of this weekend. You better believe I’ll have you on this kitchen counter by the end of the day though.” With that admission, he goes back to eating his breakfast as if he didn’t just rock my world.
I take a few moments to compose myself before doing as he said. Fucking alpha male. It should piss me off that he tells me what to do, but it doesn’t. I’m clearly addicted to him in every way possible, even when he does tell me what to do.
TWELVE
BRIDGER
“You’re spoiling Legend and me.” Kellie’s voice comes through the mouth of the hallway that opens up to her kitchen and living room. I’m a naturally early riser. It’s been ingrained in me since I was in the Rangers.
“It’s a good thing that’s been my intention all along.” She walks toward me wearing her work attire. Every Monday morning, like clockwork, I’d be at the office earlier than anyone else, boot up the screens when we’re not working through the weekends, go over the feeds, then I’d zero in on the front entrance to see what Kellie is wearing that day. When she first started working at Nighthawk all those months ago, her clothes were on the prim and proper side. Pant suits, long skirts that weren’t the least bit revealing, and button-up blouses that were literally buttoned all the way to her neck. Fast forward to now, and my woman likes to show her saucy side, as is shown by the tight black skirt that barely goes to her knees and the deep purple top that’s tucked into it, showing off a hint of cleavage. Shit, I had those in the palms of my hands this morning, and I’m aching for her to be back in my arms, her body writhing against mine as I slide the underside of my cock against her clit while I suck on her nipples until we both come together.