Page 39 of Breaking Bristol

I shook my head. “No. I went to high school with her and her husband, Phil. He, uh, he had cancer, passed away soon before I left for Germany.”

Bristol reached across the table and put her hand on mine. “Oh no, I’m so sorry.”

“Before he passed, he was at home with an oxygen mask on for months, so it makes sense why Luke was so scared. Phil, he lost his job, and I helped them out with some bills, that’s why she said that. She never asked for a dime, and she never would, but she feels shame about the money, so after Phil’s funeral, she avoided me. Then I went to Germany. I kept in touch, and she assured me they were okay. As soon as I got back, I called her to check on her, and like always, she insisted they were fine.”

“You’re really a good man, Matthew. You know that, right?”

If she only knew. “Thanks, baby.” We finished eating and were headed out when we passed a lingerie store. I tugged her toward the entrance. “Let’s go in here.”

She giggled and followed me around as I loaded up both of our arms with silk and lace. “Let me go try them on before our arms fall off.”

“No. You’re gonna try them on for me later.”

She propped her hands on her hips. “What do I get out of it?”

I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I’m gonna be sitting on my bed, stroking my cock. You get to watch what you do to me, and when you’re done, you get to hop up and fuck me however you want. Soft, hard, fast… you want to ride me slow and tell me I can’t come until you say? I’ll try my hardest to be good.” I pressed my aching dick into her back. “But Bristol, I’ve never been the best at taking orders.”

She tilted her head back as I brushed my lips across hers, but she held my bottom one with her teeth and pushed her ass into me. “We’ll see.”

Would we ever.

After I paid an exorbitant amount of money that was worth every cent, we practically ran to my truck and then into my condo. Before I knew it, I was naked on my bed, cock hard as steel, and she came out with the first set on. A pretty pink lace thong and nearly see-through bra.

“You like?” she asked as she spun around.

“Yeah, baby. Makes you look all innocent and shit.”

She crawled on the bed and straddled my thighs, watching as I stroked myself. “I’m not innocent though, am I?”

“You’re a naughty girl when you want to be.”

She smirked, a little evil and a lot sexy. “Stop,” she commanded, and my hand froze at the base. Shit, this was hot. “I think the only way we can know for sure if this is a keeper is how it feels fucking you in it.”

And then she proceeded to rock my world. Repeatedly. Every outfit she modeled, she sank down on me and bounced on my dick a few times, teasing me and making my balls so blue they nearly matched the little purple number she was wearing now. “How many more?” I grunted as she crawled between my legs.

“This is the last—”

I didn’t let her get another word out and got to my knees then spun her around and fucked her from behind. She pushed back, meeting my thrusts desperately. I reached around and swiped my thumb over her clit while at the same time working my finger into her ass, and she erupted. Her entire body stiffened and she stopped breathing before she screamed, collapsing into the mattress.

She took me with her, clenching around me so tight I fell forward, my hand meeting the wall with a loud crash. I threw my head back and spilled inside her in a long, hot burst that made my body jerk until she milked every last drop out of me. Damn… but this woman undid me.

CHAPTER 12

Matthew

A woman had never taken that kind of time with me, never treated me like I was the air she needed to breathe, never gotten me so hot I felt like I’d detonate with a single touch. The images of Bristol in that lingerie would forever be ingrained in my brain. That was one permanency I’d beg for more of even if it blinded me, because if that was the last thing I saw for the rest of my life, I would die a satisfied man. Even having her just once, let alone like what she just did to me, would leave a smile on my face six feet under.

We’d both showered, and I was waiting in the kitchen to take her out to Ala Merlot. I was looking forward to giving her the special night she should have had a month ago. She came out of the bedroom in a tight black dress that had one long sleeve, and the other was nonexistent. “Holy shit.”

“You like?”

“I love.”

She dropped a pair of red heels on the floor and slid her feet into them. “Ready?”

“I was but now I don’t want to leave,” I mumbled.

“We can’t just stay in and have sex for days.”