“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 to 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.
“Well, I’m not going to complain about that. Are we taking two vehicles to work or one?” Her hips sway as she walks toward me.
“We can take one, but who knows how much I’ll be in and out of the office? As much as I want you with me one hundred percent of the time, I know you have to still live your life and do your shit at work that you need to do. Plus, if I keep you attached to my hip, Liam wins, and I’ll be damned if we let him scare you.” My hand molds around her lower back, dipping to squeeze her ass.
“He’s not going to win. In fact, I refuse to even think about it. Do you think we can stay at your place one night this week? I want to brush up on some of the self-defense moves you taught me.” After we hired her on at Nighthawk, I offered Kellie some sessions on learning how to handle yourself in case she got into a situation and none of us were around. It took me two months to convince her, but I wore her ass down. Even so much as having her over twice a week and making her dinner or bringing it in.
“Yeah, you want to head there after work? You have the code. I’ll pick up Legend and then head to my place,” I offer.
“Sounds like a plan. I’ll pack a bag. I know you mentioned talking to Easton. Have you done that yet?”
“It’s on my list for today. Why don’t we stay at my place until the alarm system is completely set up, then we’ll come back here?” I move her so she’s standing in front of me, slowly backing her up against the counter, wanting to kiss the hell out of those red lips of hers.
“I’ll cook. I know you keep a stocked fridge and pantry.” Her pretty face is upturned, looking at me. Our height difference even in the heels she’s wearing still has her at a disadvantage when it comes to us being eye to eye. I fucking love how much smaller she is to my stature.
“I’d like that. Your tea is in a travel mug. I didn’t make your lunch though. I’m sure Taylor will be stopping by at some point today to check in on you.” My lips land on hers. She gives me every ounce of her sweetness, neither of us caring that her lipstick is smearing everywhere.
“Fuck,” I grunt out when our kiss ends.
“Shit, now we both have to fix ourselves. Maybe I should quit wearing lipstick when you’re around,” she jokes, grabbing a paper towel, wetting it, and wiping the lipstick off of my lips.
“It doesn’t matter to me. I’ll still take your lips every chance I can get.” My thumb comes up to take care of the mess I made of her. It’s the truth. It doesn’t matter if Kellie has makeup on or is fresh faced, clothed to the nines or wearing worn-out clothes—I’ll always want her.
“Okay.” When her voice comes out breathless, it has my dick lengthening in my jeans.
“Alright.” I nod my head, grab my cup of black coffee, swallow the rest before rinsing my cup out and placing it in the dishwasher.
“There’s something to be said about a man who doles out orgasms, cooks, and cleans.” I turn around, catching Kellie staring at my body. I’m in my standard uniform of dark jeans, black polo with our Nighthawks logo on it, and boots. It’s nothing to write home about, but when my woman gives me those eyes, I feel like I’m ten feet tall.