Fulfillment by Golland, M. (best large ebook reader .txt) 📕

foot crossedover the top of his knee. I met his eyes and they told me he wastense, needy, and desperate. He openly clenched the hand that wasrested on the back of the sofa and burned me with his stare. That’swhen my mouth broke into a seductive smile, and I noticed his dicktwitch in his pants.

My breathcaught, and I let out a small gasp.

“Is that toohard, Alexis?” Tim’s voice sounded, bringing me back to hisattention. Hard? No, but what’s pushing against Bryce’s pants ishard, and I want it.

I looked atTim and honestly replied. “No, you can go harder if you’dlike.”

Bryce swappedhis leg over the other.

“No. I don’twant to push you. Not yet, anyway,” Tim replied.

“How oftenshould she stretch like this?” Bryce asked, still looking intentlyat my face.

“Daily, a fewtimes if she can. It will loosen the tension in her legs andpromote blood flow.”

Brycenodded.

“Okay, Alexis,swap legs.” Tim shuffled backward and slowly brought my leg backdown. “How does that feel?”

“Good,” Ideliberately purred.

Tim thengently set my foot down and lifted the other. “Now you should get abigger stretch out of this one. I should be able to push youharder.” He looked down at a spot on the floor concentrating as hepushed into me, stretching my leg a lot closer to my head thistime. While his stare was fixated on the ground, I seductivelyflicked my eyebrows up and down at Bryce, his response being acrack of his neck to either side. God, I love that.

I ran mytongue over the top of my teeth while eye-fucking him, driving himwild.

“Alright,Alexis, remember what I said: a little bit of weight on the footbut no pain, exercise bike daily, but only ten minutes, and stretchyour legs out nice and hard.” He reattached my moon boot and got tohis feet, helping me up also. Bryce stood up and passed me mycrutches, giving his pants a subtle readjustment.

We both walkedTim to the door.

“Thanks, Tim,and don’t forget to tell your fiancé about those ‘Magic Erasers’,”I said as he stepped he left the apartment.

“I won’t. Seeyou in a couple of days,” he called back.

I closed thedoor behind him and was instantly pinned up against it, Bryce’shard body pressed up against mine. I could feel his heart beatingthrough his chest, and the heat that radiated from him was amixture of burning passion, burning anger, and burning need—all ofwhich I absorbed.

My breastsswelled as they pushed into him, and the friction against mynipples felt delicious. “Do you have a problem with myphysiotherapist, Mr. Clark?”

“I have aproblem with him pressing his cock into your leg.”

I bit theinside of my lip in order to subdue a smile. “He was stretching me,Bryce.”

“Yeah, wellI’m about to fucking stretch you, and I won’t be fucking stretchingyour leg.” He scooped me up, and I squealed as he carried me off tobed.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE

My foot hadimproved dramatically after a few weeks of physiotherapy sessionsevery second day, and I was now able to put the majority of myweight on it by limping around with a walking stick—which wasawesome, obviously—except now I felt like my late grandmother. Istill had to wear the moon boot, but I could take it off when I wasresting, during sleep, and during sex—which was a lot.

From themoment I told Bryce that I wanted to try for another baby—and fromthe moment we were in a position to actually do it—he had takenthat confession and exploited the shit out of it, taking me againstevery surface available during any available moment of the day.When I looked back over the amount of times we had made love inrecent weeks I kind of felt like a sexed-up whore-a-saurus, but notin a bad way, in a good way...a very goodway.

Things hadstarted to go back to normal again—normal being an understated wordin my life, but normal in the sense that the kids were happy andhealthy, Bryce and I were happy and healthy—with exception of myfoot—and work was as per usual, Bryce busy running his company, andI was busy running his errands and office. Even my relationshipwith Rick was on the mend, to a point where I had felt comfortableenough to have a coffee with him and Claire after dropping the kidsoff at my old house...yes him and Claire! Sheand RJ had moved in with Rick and he seemed relatively happy. I sayrelatively, because I did still pick up on a very small vibe thatRick still loved me and wanted me back. I could see it buried deepbehind his eyes in a place he thought was hidden but wasn’t—notfrom me anyway.

There werethings that he had been proficient in hiding from me, but either Ihad become more astute to their discovery or he no longer had theability to successfully hide them. Either way, that ship had longsailed. I was Bryce’s and he was mine, and I had never been moresure of anything than I was of that.

We can stumbleupon a connection in life—a feeling, an instinct even, having anuncontrollable desire to act upon it—all the while knowing thatacting upon it may or may not be the right thing to do. The thingis it’s in that action where we prove our initial feeling to beright or wrong. I had done just that, acted on my connection withBryce and it paid off. We were in love—made for each other.

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During thepast few weeks I’d covertly kept up my guitar lessons with Derek,some by way of FaceTime in the man-cave while Bryce was working,and others when he was out of the office at appointments. It wastedious, and I hated sneaking around behind his back— especiallyafter he thought I was seeing Derek on the side—but I did it,because I knew the outcome was worth it. I was actually becomingrelatively good at playing the guitar considering the short amountof time I’d had to learn. Lucy was right; he was going toabsolutely love it. I couldn’t wait. Well...I couldn’t wait to seehis reaction, but I could wait to get up in front of an entire roomfull of people. That scared the absolute shit out me. The gig wasonly a month away and I knew it wouldn’t be