“Stay still, beautiful,” he ordered. “I know that it’s hard, but I want this just as bad as I want to breathe right now.”
I bit my lip and fisted my hands into the sheets at my sides, hoping that I could stay still for him but knowing that he should probably keep his hands there just in case.
But he didn’t.
And I told myself that I would stay still if it killed me.
“Pull your legs back and hold on, baby,” he ordered gruffly.
I hesitantly let go of the bed and hooked my hands behind my knees, pulling them up and wide as well as anchoring myself for the assault he was about to do on my senses.
“Good girl,” he growled.
I could feel the vibration of his words on the lips of my sex.
I bit my lip as I closed my eyes, loving the way he made me feel even when he hadn’t done anything yet.
He leaned forward and took another swipe, centering this one around my entrance, causing my hands to clench on the soft skin of my thighs.
His hand smoothed up the outside of my legs, then one fell off and moved to my pussy, spreading my lips apart for his seeking tongue.
I moaned when that tongue swirled around my clit.
“Shhh,” he ordered. “We don’t want to wake our girl up.”
Our girl.
If I wasn’t in the middle of something, I would’ve thrown myself at him in joy.
But as it was, he had me paralyzed as he assailed me with his tongue.
“You taste so good,” he growled, pulling back slightly, the breath of his words fanning my overheated sex. “I’ve dreamed of your taste.”
My hips shifted up, ordering him to give me more, which he did.
My eyes were closed as I felt him tongue me, lazy slow licks over the length of my sex. Starting at my entrance and ending at my clit.
I started to anticipate each lick and knew that if he kept doing what he was doing, I’d come.
There was no doubt about it.
But then he stopped and changed tactics, and that ‘would come’ became ‘did come.’
I heard the distinct sound of him licking his fingers, and then two were shoved deep inside of me at the same time that his mouth came down to focus solely on my clit.
The dual sensations robbed me of my breath as I felt like I’d been sucker punched.
Then, before I could so much as draw in a breath to scream, spots started to dance behind my eyelids as an orgasm the likes of one I’d never felt before rolled over me.
It was so raw, so intense, that had there been breath in my lungs, I would’ve screamed and been unable to help myself.
As it was, I’d let go of my legs and latched onto his hair.
My legs had also closed around his head, and I hadn’t cared in the least.
It was when he was laughing as well as giving me lazy licks along the outsides of my clit, that I finally realized what I’d done and let him loose.
“Sorry,” I breathed out, panting now. “I’m…I’m…I don’t even know what I am anymore.”
He chuckled as he crawled up my body, keeping his fingers buried deep in me.
“Feel good?” he asked.
“That’s a stupid question,” I informed him, pulling him down on top of me.
When he got close enough, I could smell me on his face, and I loved it.
And when his mouth came down on mine, I could taste myself on his tongue.
His fingers came loose as he shifted his hips up, seamlessly fitting his hard cock to my entrance.
“Ready?” he mouthed against my lips.
In answer, I lifted my hips and took him back inside me—just an inch—but it gave him the answer he was seeking.
In reply, he shifted his entire length inside of me, one slow inch at a time, until his pubic bone was resting against mine.
I could feel his balls snugly against my back entrance, and I clenched at the thought of him doing anything with that.
I’d read books—lots of them. And in some of those books, there was a scene about the backdoor taking.
And every time I read that, I’d wanted it.
At least, I wanted to try it.
“What is all that shivering you’re doing underneath me for?” he asked with amusement lacing his tone.
I swallowed and wondered if I should tell him my exact thoughts, then decided that I’d never get what I wanted if I didn’t ask for it.
“I was thinking about a book I read last month,” I informed him.
“You’re thinking about a book when I’m buried deep inside of you?” he asked, laughter strangling his voice.
“Yes,” I paused. “But to tell you the truth, I was thinking of you during the book. Pretending it was you and me, anyway.”
He paused with a shift of his hips, and I knew I had his full attention.
“What was this book about?” he asked, pressing a kiss to my throat.
“The book wasn’t what I was thinking about…just a certain scene,” I admitted. “One where…”
“Where…” he left that hanging, urging me to continue.
“One where he puts his cock in her ass,” I blurted out, zero tact.
His entire body stilled, and I felt his cock twitch inside of me.
“What was this scene about exactly?” he asked. “I need details.”
He said this and started to slowly rock his cock back and forth, deeper and shallower, slowly and deliberately.
My nails dug into the skin of his shoulders, and I slowly started to tell him each and every detail.
By the end of my recounting, he was fucking me hard, and I was finding trouble drawing in breaths.
I could feel another orgasm building and knew that it was only seconds away.
And just when I thought that I was about to fall over the edge, he stopped.
Just…stopped.
I moaned in frustration and dug my nails in deeper.
“Liner, please.”
He brought one of his fingers to his mouth again, pulling the digit in deep, and swirling his tongue around it.
I watched as he pulled that same finger free and trailed it down the length of my body.
And when it disappeared underneath the covers that were still partially covering us, I knew exactly what he was going to do.
“Never wanted to do this particular act with a woman before,” he informed me as he brought his hand up under my hips. “But with you, I find that I’m willing to do a hell of a lot more than I ever thought I’d want.”
When his finger finally touched me there, I jolted in surprise.
I’d, of course, known it was coming. But thinking about someone—Liner—touching me there and having him actually touch me there were two different things.
I felt dirty and excited, hesitant and gleeful, all rolled into one tight and needy ball.
He rocked his hips, momentarily distracting me from the alien feeling, and while I was, he breached the entrance.
I cried out, clenching so tight around both parts of him that were now inside of me, that it caused a grunt on his end this time.
“Goddamn,” he growled.
I slowly pulled my nails free of his skin and moved my hands back to his head, yanking his head down as well as arching up to meet him halfway.
And then kissed the holy hell out of him as he let his finger slip all the way inside.
His hips started to move once again, and seconds after that, I knew that the orgasm that I could feel rushing toward me was about to destroy me.
And I was right.
It did.
It so. Freaking. Did.
With his mouth covering mine, he muffled the scream that burst free of me.
And when his cock started to jolt inside of me, bathing my insides with his release, I only came that much harder.
My muscles tightened, and my body went stiff.
My pussy was clenched so tight
ly that I could feel a cramp forming in my stomach.
But none of it mattered.
Not one single thing.
***
Hours later, I was staring at the phone like it was a dangerous creature sent to do me harm.
Liner was asleep in the bedroom, and Linnie was asleep in hers.
I closed my eyes and dropped my head.
I’d never considered myself a religious person, but in that moment I prayed to God that I could keep him. That what we had would be forever. Because I needed Liner in my life. I needed him like I needed to breathe. Like the human body needed food and water to survive. I just knew that, after tonight, I wouldn’t be able to do this without him. He showed me that I hadn’t been living while he was away—merely surviving.
And, after my prayer was said, and hopefully sent to the right person, I prayed that for once in my life, God granted me the wish.
He’d been rather shitty to me over the course of my life, handing out obstacle after obstacle for me to overcome.
But this? He needed to give me this.
Liner. Liner, me, and Linnie. All together. All happy.
He needed to give me this, or that would be the last prayer I ever sent.
And as I closed my eyes, and reached for the phone, I hoped that I was making the right decision and Liner forgave me for it in the morning.
***
“Mommy?” Linnie called, sounding…excited? “Come here!”
I got up off the bed where I’d been lying with Liner and headed in the direction of my daughter, who sounded like she was in her room. But she wasn’t in her room, she was in mine.
I frowned when I finally found her. “What is it, Lin?”
She pointed toward the window, and I walked toward it, hesitation in each step that I took.
When I finally made it to the window, my heart was racing, and I was practically quivering in worry at what I’d see.
Steeling my spine, I brought my hand up to the blinds and split them apart with two fingers, inhaling deeply when I saw what she was calling me in there to see.
“Who are they?” Linnie asked.
I swallowed hard.
“Liner’s club,” I explained softly. “A-all of them.”
When I’d sent the text off from Liner’s phone last night, I hadn’t expected all of them to come. I’d honestly just expected Castiel since he said he’d be there ASAP.
But all of them? Holy crap.
I watched as Bayou dismounted from his bike, followed shortly by the man at his side, whose face I couldn’t see due to the helmet covering his head.
But then he turned and took the helmet off, and my breath caught.
Rome.
Rome had come, too.
I felt my belly tighten as emotion threatened to close my throat.
“Who are all of them?” Linnie asked. “Do you know their names? I want to go talk to them.”
I tried to catch her by the shirt before she could run away, but the slippery girl deftly avoided my grabbing fingers and was running before I could even think to move my feet.
Moments later, I heard the door opening and Linnie’s feet pattering on the front walk.
I looked back out the window in time to see Linnie, black hair flying, hauling ass straight toward the men.
Castiel, who saw her coming first, grinned and dropped down to his haunches.
She stopped in front of him as if she’d applied brakes to her feet, and then sternly addressed the man.
Castiel tossed his head back and laughed.
“Why is my club here?” Liner asked carefully.
I looked over at him standing in the doorway and bit my lip.
“Two out of three are out of the game,” I said softly. “Tara’s dead. My brother’s in jail for life after shooting at cops and basically murdering his own sister. It’s time for me to take care of the third one.”
Liner was already shaking his head. “There’s no guarantee that…”
I shook my head. “My dad’s not invincible. I’ll figure out a way to make sure that he can’t hurt us…but Liner, I don’t want to give up that life. I want to live there, with your family, with your club, and raise Linnie. You showed me what happiness could be like there, and I want to experience that for the rest of my life. This town is nice and all…but it’s not home.”
Liner’s face softened.
“And my club?”
“They’re here to help escort us home.”
“What about the house that I paid for?” he asked teasingly.
I smiled then. “I talked to Hoax on the way down here. He made it sound like there were quite a few people needing help just like me. And apparently I’m a millionaire. I’ll pay you back.”
He snorted and walked to me, gathering me up in his arms. “So what do we do about your dad?”
I thought about that for a long second and then shrugged. “I have no idea.”
Turns out, we didn’t need to figure out what to do about my dad. He had his own plans when it came to me, and I indirectly led him straight to me. And it had nothing to do with me calling Liner’s club, and everything to do with a glitch in the system.
Chapter 24
Bruise my esophagus.
-Things you wish you’d hear from your woman
Liner
“Let’s go!” Linnie practically bounced in her seat. “Can we stop to get beef jerky?”
I turned to look at Theo, who was already shaking her head. “Linnie, baby, we just stopped for breakfast. You didn’t even finish your meal. What makes you think you need beef jerky?”
Linnie shrugged and sat back into her booster seat with a small huff. “Whatever.”
I grinned and returned my eyes to the road.
I loved that kid.
I also loved her mother.
I reached my hand out for Theo’s, and once it was in mine, I squeezed it lightly.
“Love you,” I told her. “You’re sure you’re okay driving by yourself?”
She was going to drive the car that I’d bought her back to Bear Bottom. The car that she’d taken a driver’s ED course with a few days after moving to her new place.
I’d thought about leaving the car where it sat for the next woman who needed it, but Theo had insisted that she drive it home.
I’d reluctantly allowed her to, but now I was having second thoughts. The thought of being away from her for seven more hours while we drove home was almost unbearable.
“Yes,” she insisted for the fourth time. “Now go. I’m ready to be home. Monster misses me.”
“No, he doesn’t!” Linnie insisted right back. “Castiel told me he missed me!”
I laughed and pressed a kiss to her lips, then slapped the top of her car twice before heading to my own truck.
After making an ‘all ready’ gesture to the men, bikes began to start up around me, and we began heading out, me in front, Theo behind me, and the bikes behind her.
All went well for the next three hours.
Then all hell broke loose when we hit the halfway point.
Hell being in the form of a two-ton truck hitting Theo and forcing her off the road.
I’d never forget what happened for the rest of my life.
Watching the car flip. Watching it veer off the roadway in the direction of oncoming traffic only for it to be caught by the guidewires separating the two different sides and throwing it back into the road again.
I didn’t remember pulling my truck over.
I also didn’t remember getting to the car.
What I did remember, though, was helping pull them out of the vehicle when the threat of it blowing up was an imminent possibility.
I remembered watching as two very integral parts of my life were placed on the asphalt road and watching their blood start to pool around them.
I remembered that awful part very, very clearly.
***
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nbsp; “Mr. Paldecki?” a man’s voice called, bringing me up out of my temporary sleep.
I’d been leaning my head against the pillar next to my chair, and my eyes had shut involuntary, revealing just how fucking tired I was.
It’d been four hours since the accident.
Four hours since both Linnie and Theo were life-flighted to the hospital.
Four hours since Thurgood Threadgill was pronounced dead at the scene by paramedics.
I shot straight up in my chair and was standing awaiting his news moments after that.
My arm ached like a bitch at the move, and I looked down at the cast that I was now sporting on my forearm.
Then I dismissed it without a second thought.
“That’s me,” I said desperately, moving fast toward the doctor.
My club started to rouse behind me, all taking up silent vigil at my back.
“You’re Josiah Paldecki?” he asked, flipping through papers.
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Ms. Threadgill named you Linnie’s sole guardian,” he said softly. “You’re also the person that is her medical power of attorney.” He paused. “From what I’m understanding, you’re Theodora’s fiancé?”
I nodded.
I’m not sure how or why he knew that, but I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
“Okay,” he nodded once, flipping back through the papers.
“Ms. Threadgill has a DNR—a do not resuscitate order—on her. She also has a living will that says that she would not like to be kept alive in a vegetative state.” He held up his hand at the look on my face. “I’m not saying that it’s come to that just yet…but the DNR is important. The first twenty-four to forty-eight hours are imperative for a patient that’s been hurt as severely as Theodora has. She could stop breathing at any moment…and we wouldn’t be able to help keep her alive.”
I swallowed hard and felt like I’d been repeatedly punched in the gut.
Goddammit.
At my nod, he continued.
“She sustained a pretty nasty head injury when her head collided with the car window,” he continued. “Right now, we have her in surgery trying to relieve the pressure in her brain.”
“Okay,” I croaked. “What now?”
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