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He stayed right there, weight on her, breathing steadily.
“You okay?” she asked, feeling the shift in the room.
Bridger straightened up and slid out of her, allowing his cum to stream down her inner thighs.
He wasn’t looking at her anymore. He wasn’t meeting her eyes in the mirror any longer.
He paced across the bathroom and back, then to the bathroom door. He ran his hand down his short scruff on his jaw and cleared his throat. “I’ll get the paperwork printed out and bring it to you in the morning.”
Shock wrecked her as she realized what he was doing.
Bridger zipped up his jeans as he padded into the main room. He grabbed his shirt and hat, and didn’t even put them on before he was out the door.
He left her there bent over the bathroom counter in absolute shock.
It had been the best sex of her life…until it wasn’t.
Until this awful sinking, dirty feeling filled her.
Why had she lost her mind with a dead-end man? He was protective of his loneliness.
Kit pushed up and pressed the back of her hand against her lips. The lips he hadn’t kissed because she was just another fuck to take his mind off his real mate for a little while.
It had been the best with Bridger.
It had also been the worst.
Chapter Six
“Why did you fucking do that?” Bridger yelled and slammed his open palm against the steering wheel five times fast.
His shirt and his hat still sat in the passenger’s seat beside him.
He ran his hands through his hair and covered his face with them as he tried to reach memories of Amelia. The wolf was blocking them.
That had been different. That had been unacceptable. He could feel the changes in him and they were terrifying. He’d had a moment after he’d finished inside of Kit that he wanted to lift her up and turn her around and kiss her just to prolong the connection.
No. Hell no.
He fucked women. No intimacy, just fucking. He’d been making mistakes with Kit all day, and he had to stop the bleeding. He had to stop the changes happening inside of him.
He was betraying himself. Betraying Amelia. They’d always promised each other they would be the only for each other, no matter what, no matter if something happened to them, and he was the one breaking the promise.
She was so fucking lucky. He yelled. God, she was lucky. She’d died and he’d been left here with this gaping hole in his gut that wouldn’t let him bleed out. It just made him suffer. She didn’t have to be walking the earth pretending she was still alive. She didn’t have to sink into the loneliness and try to convince herself that this was how it was supposed to feel. She didn’t have to lose him! She had just…poof…disappeared.
“Fuuuuck,” he drawled out in a hoarse voice he barely recognized. His throat was all clogged with emotion.
Tonight, he’d felt something again.
That was it. That was where the guilt was coming from. The guilt was eating him alive! He’d felt something for someone other than Amelia, and he was breaking his promise. He thought about her parents and what he’d told them at her funeral. He would never love another.
Kit was dangerous, and now he had to dissolve this pretend pairing. He needed to call Amelia’s parents and explain before they found out about this stupid matchmaking thing. He didn’t want them to find out in some messed up way and think he’d hidden it on purpose.
Bridger pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes. Those fucking tears better stay put. He hadn’t seen her parents in years.
This was going to hurt.
God, he was tired of hurting.
