Cherished (Masters and Mercenaries #7.5)(60)

He spread her legs even further, his hands bracing her, and she felt his cock start to penetrate. With one long thrust, he took her *, diving deep inside her cunt to connect them. He held her up, balancing her and making her feel secure.

“Do you know how good it feels to be inside you?” His mouth hovered over hers.

She was held up only by his strong arms and the hook he’d planted in the ceiling. It should have scared her. At the very least it should have made her uncomfortable, and yet she’d never felt safer. She didn’t need defenses against him. He was the one place in the world where she could let go and be exactly who she was. She squeezed him tight, loving the groan that elicited from him. “I know how good it is to have your cock inside me. What are you waiting for?”

He slowly pulled out. “I like this position. You’re so f*cking tight. I won’t last long so I need to make this good for you.” He pressed back in. His hands tightened on her hips so he could grind against her clit. “I like you like this. My sweet sub.”

Always his. “My gorgeous Master.”

“You know that’s true. Yours, Bridget. Don’t you ever forget it.” His face took on the hard lines of a man on a mission and he stroked into her again and again. He picked up the pace and her whole body came to vivid life.

There was nothing for her to do but feel. He’d put his mark on her, tied her hands, made it so all she could do was take what he gave her. Trust. He wanted her trust and she gave it to him. She’d never trusted a man, loved a man the way she did Will Daley.

His cock rammed deep, almost immediately hitting her G-spot. All she could do was moan and let that pleasure shiver through her body. She could feel him everywhere. He was there in the way her breasts jangled in the clamps, in the pressure of the plug in her ass. His hand moved to help keep the plug deep inside. He was there kissing her mouth and f*cking her in the sweetest way possible.

And his words started to penetrate. “I love you, Bridget. I love you so f*cking much.”

She let the orgasm take her, riding that wave of pure pleasure until she couldn’t think about anything but him.

He stiffened and she felt the wash of his come inside her. It filled her and made her warm.

He slipped out, a wicked grin on his face. “Now we get to the fun stuff. I’ve been dying to use that violet wand on you.”

Nope. She didn’t need any other men. She got the feeling she would barely be able to handle the one she had.





Chapter Twelve





Bridget stood next to Will and looked at her sister and Frankie. They were stunning in their wedding finery. Amy was wearing an impossibly gorgeous Vera Wang sheath with a diamond tiara instead of a veil. Frankie was stylish in his Gucci tux. She had to sigh because they really were the most beautiful couple she’d ever seen. And guilt sat in her gut. She hadn’t talked to her sister. She’d chosen Will. In the end, it had to be that way. Will was the love of her life. She owed him everything, but she couldn’t stand the fact that she’d betrayed her sister.

“It’s going to be all right, sweetheart.” Will had been mysterious all afternoon. He was planning something. He’d been on the phone a couple of times, but when she would ask, he shrugged her off.

“I hope so.” She waved as her sister walked over. Her baby sister. God, she remembered when Amy couldn’t tie her own shoes and now she was a gorgeous woman.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” The deed was done. They’d been married on the beach not thirty minutes earlier, but Bridget had to ask the question.

A secret smile lit Amy’s lips. “I’ll let you know in a day or two, but I think everything’s going to work out fine.”

Shit. Her sister thought once she slept with Frankie, everything would be okay. “Amy, I have to talk to you.”

Will’s hand tightened on her. “You can talk after the reception.”

Amy laughed. “Oh, I was wondering when you were going to do the big sister talk.”

“There’s a big sister talk?” Frankie was suddenly at his bride’s side. He slid an arm around Amy’s waist. “I would love to hear this. You look stunning in that tiara, love. Didn’t I tell you how lovely it would look?”

“You just want to put it on James later,” Amy teased.

“Who’s James?” Bridget got the sudden feeling she wasn’t sure she wanted to know.

“I can bet,” Will said out of the side of his mouth.

Bridget threw him a dirty look. She might be his sub in the bedroom, but she still had a say out here in the real world.

Amy leaned over. “His lover, Bridge. He’s far too young for Frankie, but he won’t listen to me. He’s all about the twink, if you know what I mean.”

Bridget frowned at her sister and pointed her finger. She couldn’t do it as well as Serena since she didn’t have the mom thing yet, but she put all her righteous indignation into that point anyway. “You know.”

“Of course I know. I’ve known all along,” Amy replied, leaning into Frankie.

Frankie frowned. “I’m going to have to work on passing for straight. What gives me away?”

“Well, it didn’t help that you practically devoured my bestie with your eyes,” Bridget admitted.