11. Bergan

11

BERGAN

I don’t know why I invited him to take me like that. I’m usually not that girl, but Harrison makes me want to be someone new, different, daring. It’s like I’m riding on a surfboard and he’s the wave. I’m just wondering if there’ll be some undertow to pull me down.

I push back on his shoulders as I straddle his lap. This could be just a quickie on the sofa, and maybe it’ll be the scratch to my itch, but I’m equally afraid that it’ll only lead to needing more of his attention.

His cock has risen to the occasion, impressively and with the dress hem raised to my hips, I grind down the solid mass.

His mouth comes for mine and I pull back.

“I mean it, Harrison, only one night and no one can know.”

He nods, but his lips emit no confirmation. His fingers dig into my hips. “I’ll know, Bergan and I won’t forget tonight. That I know.”

I swallow as the words seem to hold so much weight. Like he’s saying this means more to him.

I huff. “You know what I mean.”

His gaze drops and then returns a little hazy. “This night will only be for you and me.”

He still doesn’t promise, but I don’t think I need him to.

I just need him.

I clasp my mouth to his and the fever inside of me spikes. He’s the only medicine I want.

Our tongues tangle, first gently, but as his fingers move around and dig into ass and the feeling is divine. It’s possessive but not in a demanding way, but a this is mine and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you mine .

A part of me wants to be his. But then there’s that one percent that fears what that’ll mean.

Giving up a part of me?

Losing control again?

Falling and then cracking?

I never expected a gorgeous man like Harrison Briggs to be interested in me, but here we are.

His hands trail up my back and into my hair, pulling at the tendrils that are pinned into chaos on my head. I thought I should do something subdued, not to draw attention, but Aria took over and created something that resembled a swirling tornado, something that I feel inside at this moment. My heart ticks so fast that I’m sure he can hear it.

His fingers pull on the zipper, the sound crackling through the mahogany walled room, and as soon as it stops, we hear a throat clear behind the couch, and we both freeze, lips to lips.

“Um… sorry folks,” Colt chuckles through the words. “My lovely wife left her antacids in her purse… on the coffee table.”

I drop my forehead to Harrison’s collar bone. Embarrassment heating my skin from my toes to my scalp. Harrison tries to cover my back with a blanket from the back of the sofa.

Why? Why were we doing this here like two horny teenagers?

I know… I couldn’t help myself. I find this man so viscerally attractive. From his physical appearance to his humor to his helping those who are in need, like children with cancer… and me with the article. He’s the full package. My clit pulses when I move and brush over his full man package.

I whimper and he chuckles.

“I know, baby. It’s killing me, too.”

I can hear Colt’s feet pad across the wood floor, grab something behind me and then pad out.

“Have a good night,” he says as he exits, but then we hear from the hallway, “We both sleep hard. No worries.”

Harrison chuckles, but I’m finding this way less funny.

I rise up and keep the dress barely hanging over my chest. “Maybe we should continue this upstairs?”

I swear the Flash doesn’t move that quickly. In seconds, I’m over his shoulder and he’s bounding the stairs like they’re ice—quick and smooth.

And we’re in his room.

Alone.

And there’s no other place I’d like to be.

Harrison

She stands near the doorway and lets her dress drop to the floor. Only in a pair of panties and a strapless bra, her eyes burn, raging like the wildfires that happen in these parts of the mountain. She’s my own catastrophic event— untrusting of me. Unseeing how much she already means to me. And unknowing that I could be everything.

Every.

Thing.

To her.

The conflict wrinkles her forehead— she wants me, but she’s also damned determined to keep things casual. If she could only see why I want her. If she can’t see it, I have to show her.

I step closer to her, closing the distance between us.

“Bergan,” I say, my voice low and husky.

She looks up at me, her breath hitching in her throat. I can see the want in her eyes, and it’s all I can do to not reach out and touch her. But I think about my time on the ice, how the perfect moment must exist for the shot, and I hold back. This is her decision to make.

“Shirt… off,” she says on a breathy exhale.

She could tell me to jump off of Storm Canyon into the raging waters below and I might just do it.

Might. Probably.

Slowly, she reaches out and touches my bare chest, her fingers trailing a fiery path across my skin. I shiver at her touch, unable to resist the pull between us any longer. Without a word, I capture her lips in a greedy kiss, pouring all of my pent-up desire into the fiery touch.

Bergan’s body molds against mine as if we were made for each other. Her hands roam over my body with a desperate hunger, seeking out every inch of me as if trying to memorize it all in one go.

I push her back against the wall, the urgency between us escalating with each passing second. The remaining clothes are shed hastily, discarded in a frenzy of need and desire. The tumbling of moments seems like we’re on a high-speed train, zipping through the night, only wanting to get to our final destination. Skin meets skin, setting off sparks that re-ignite that wildfire with a blast of nuclear energy.

As our bodies move together in a primal dance, every wall I’ve built around my heart… cracks. Every modicum of wanting any other woman… vanishes. It’s only here in this moment that I want to be.

Bergan's touch is like a revelation, breaking through the barriers I’ve set up to keep everyone out. With her, I can just be me.

And just be… intoxicated.

I lift her up, wrapping my arms around her legs as she wraps hers around my waist. She guides me to the bed, and we fall onto it with a thud. I slip her under the covers. Sliding in next to her, her warm body nestles into mine. It’s like every touch, every kiss, every brush of our bodies is unleashing her from something that was tying her down. Now she’s unleashed. The connection between us is undeniable, and I find myself desperately wanting more.

Bergan gasps as I deepen the kiss, our tongues dancing in a fiery ballet. She pulls away, her eyes full of heat and frustration. “Harry, I need you.”

If any other woman called me that, I’d balk and probably roll off of her and escort her out. My family is a proud lineage of assholes, but this woman makes me want to be better. To be the person she needs, not just wants.

I can't deny her any longer.

I drive inside of her and still for a moment, just staring down at what we’ve created.

“Shit… I forgot a?—”

“No, this is what I want. It’s… perfect.”

“I thought you were going to say ‘huge’.”

She laughs and her walls tighten around me, making me moan. “Okay, your cock is huge!”

I laugh, but soon the laughter fades and what’s left is so beautiful and meaningful.

Our bodies slide against each other, every movement bringing us closer to the edge. I thrust into her with urgency, feeling her walls tighten even further around me. The pleasure is overwhelming, like nothing I've ever experienced before.

Bergan moans, her head thrown back while her body writhes under me. She shakes with pleasure as we near the peak of our passion. The moment is intense, her moans echo the room, and I really wonder if my cousin and his wife are far enough away not to hear her. The minx is a loud one. And I love it.

She nods and I can tell she’s close to the edge.

Shit …

We’re both close to the edge. She gets me going like none other.

I thrust harder, deeper, my body responding to hers in a primal rhythm. We move in unison, lost in the haze of the moment, until I feel her body tighten around me. She cries out my name, her orgasm washing over me like a tidal wave, and I’m towed under by this woman.

I can’t breathe. The moment is fucking amazing and overwhelming all in one.

As we lie there, panting and covered in sweat, I can't help but feel a sense of regret for not telling her how I’m feeling about her before we did this. This was never meant to be more than a one-night stand, and yet here we are, tangled together in the aftermath of our passion, neither willing to let go.

And as I look at Bergan, her eyes closed and a contented smile on her lips, it’s clear that I've changed.

But has she?

The walls I’ve built around my heart have crumbled, leaving me vulnerable in a way I never thought possible. Bergan has shown me a side of myself I didn't know existed, and now I can't imagine going back to the way things were before.

She stirs next to me, her eyes opening slowly to meet mine. There's something in her gaze that I can't quite place— a mix of satisfaction, confusion, and maybe even a hint of fear.

“What are we going to do now?” she whispers, breaking the silence between us.

I don't know how to answer that yet, but whatever comes next will be different. This connection between us has shattered the boundaries she’s kept in place, and I can't help but wonder what that means for us both.

And if I’ll be able to keep that promise of a one-night stand when now all I want is the goal line of forever.