22. Bronson

brONSON

When I watchedmyself disappear inside her wet heat, it was not only the most erotic experience of my life, but it was also the biggest test of control.

It had been a fucking long time since I had felt like I had a home but the time I spent with Lake and the moment we'd just shared made everything clear.

Lake was my home.

Which meant what she asked for is what she got and when I made a promise I kept it. She'd asked me not to use kid gloves and to show her what being with me was really like. The slow, sweet side of me wasn't an act, I loved every second of our first time together.

But that wasn't the only side of me.

And I told her I'd worship her on the next go-round.

I planned to follow through.

When I finished devouring her mouth, I felt drunk off her taste. It was a mix between the tart red wine she'd consumed at the party and something sweet that was entirely Lake's unique flavor.

"Time to get to worshiping." I gave her a sexy smirk and leisurely kissed my way down her body, covering as many inches of her creamy, soft skin as I went.

When I reached my destination, parted her folds, and took the first swipe of her sex, she screamed out my name.

"Bronson!"

She squirmed but I knew it wasn't to get away. Lake pressed up with her hips and I took that as a sign that my girl wanted more.

And that was exactly what she got, but it was just the tip of the iceberg.

The worshiping would damn well take until the wee hours of the morning.