It Happens (The Bear Bottom Guardians MC Book 6)

by Lani Lynn Vale

  “Why?” she asked. “Have I kept you up?”

  I felt my dick twitch but had a feeling that wasn’t what she was asking.

  “Not really, no,” I told her. “But I woke up when you started to press kisses to my skin, and couldn’t go back to sleep.”

  “Shit,” she laughed quietly, her small body shaking against mine. “I’m sorry.”

  I resisted the urge to drop my arm from behind my head and pull her in close.

  “I’m not,” I admitted.

  Silence followed my announcement, and I thought for a few long seconds that she’d fallen back asleep.

  But then she suddenly moved until she was straddling me, and I suddenly had my hands on her hips, pulling her closer.

  I could feel her breath on my face as she leaned forward and hovered over me.

  Her unbound breasts—that were covered by nothing but my t-shirt—were resting against my chest, and I could tell that her mouth was only inches from mine.

  “What we have?” she whispered.

  I swallowed hard.

  “Yeah?”

  “I like it.”

  Her words made something in my body freeze for all of two seconds.

  “We’ll kill each other if we continue to do this,” I told her. “We’re bad together. We fight. We can’t stand to be in the same room as each other for more than ten minutes, and when we are, it’s inevitable that we’ll fight.” I paused. “And I fucking like it. I don’t ever want it to end.”

  She laughed.

  In my face.

  Then leaned forward and kissed me.

  “Nobody said that we had to stop fighting,” she said. “I’m just suggesting that we stop fooling ourselves and do something about it. We’ve already taken that step, and there’s no getting your horses back into your barn.”

  I shook my head at her analogy.

  “Are you trying to say some innuendo about my swimmers finding their way inside of you?” I asked. “Because that was only the second time.” I swallowed. “And we need to talk about that. We need to figure out a game plan…I might’ve gotten you pregnant.”

  There was a long pause.

  “It’s highly likely that you didn’t,” she admitted. “But, saying that, you should probably make sure that you always have condoms on hand, because I did survive a lightning strike. I have crazy luck. If anyone could get pregnant, I’d be that one person in a billion. But, saying that, you got your ex-wife pregnant, remember? So just in case…yeah, I’m babbling. Just make sure you’re gloved.”

  I shook my head. “Surprisingly, I understood every bit of that.”

  And she was right. I had gotten my ex-wife pregnant. So obviously I wasn’t sterile.

  A sense of relief flitted through me at the understanding.

  I hadn’t realized that I’d been bothered by the possibility that I might not be able to have kids.

  Smoothing my hands up the outside of Jubilee’s thighs, I allowed myself to think about her being pregnant with my kids, and found myself irrationally intrigued by the idea.

  She was already sexy as hell—my little goth queen. But imagining her with my baby in her belly did things to my dick that I wasn’t willing to admit right then.

  “Now that we have that settled,” I said, hands stopping their trek at the top of her thighs where they met her hips. “Reach over into that drawer right there and pull out a condom.”

  She went completely still for a few long seconds before doing as I said.

  Her body shifted on top of mine, and I steadied her as she reached for the drawer for the box of condoms I’d stopped to get before I’d stopped for our burgers earlier in the day.

  I heard the drawer open, then she laughed and said, “I only feel a gun in here, Zee. No box.”

  “Top drawer,” I huffed out a laugh. “You’re in the second one.”

  “Condoms first, guns second?” she teased.

  I squeezed her hips and waited patiently for her to get the condoms before answering.

  When she was once again settled onto my lap, I said, “More like the gun is in the drawer that’s easier for me to reach into without getting out of bed.”

  She placed the box of condoms on my chest, along with another item.

  “So, what’s in this bottle?” she wondered, pressing down on it slightly. “Gun oil, or lube?”

  I found myself grinning as I said, “Lube.”

  “Why?” she asked.

  I smoothed my hand back down her thigh before returning back up. Only this time following the inside line before coming to a stop with my thumbs on the hem of her panties.

  I burrowed my thumbs just a scant millimeter underneath the edges of the elastic that rounded her thighs before answering.

  “Lube is a general, all-around good thing to have on hand,” I said. “You never know what you’ll need it for.”

  Her breathing hitched as I pushed just a little bit farther inside, feeling the hair on her pussy.

  “Like…my pussy?” she asked. “Because I’m fairly sure that you won’t have any problem getting in there.”

  I couldn’t help myself from pushing the rest of the way inside, searching for the seam of her sex with both thumbs.

  I found it in seconds, and all I had to do was sweep my thumbs over the crevice to feel just how right she was.

  “No,” I agreed. “It doesn’t feel like you would need it…there.”

  Her breathing hitched.

  “I’ve never done that,” she whispered.

  I grinned and pulled one of my hands away, bringing it to my lips, where I brought the digit to my mouth.

  “No?” I asked, opening my mouth and allowing my tongue free to lick her off.

  Her flavor burst on my tongue, and suddenly all I could think about was having her pussy hovering over my face as I ate her.

  “Take your panties off,” I urged gruffly.

  She didn’t hesitate to fall to the side and yank her panties free.

  The blue light from the alarm clock, paired with the nightlight that I could see plugged in across the room, cast an eerie glow and allowed me to see her fairly clearly.

  Which was why I saw her struggle getting her panties off.

  Grinning, I set the box of condoms and lube aside and reached for her legs.

  “Patience, baby,” I said. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  She scoffed.

  “A man like you tells a girl like me to take her panties off, and she’s going to rush,” she said. “What if you change your mind?”

  I chuckled deep in my throat and reached for her just as she finally kicked her panties free. The moment she was unbound, her legs spread wide. In one swift movement, I picked her up and laid back on the bed, this time with her body straddling my chest.

  “Uhh,” she said, sounding hesitant now. “I don’t know…”

  Then I once again urged her forward, and she got my drift.

  “I’ve never done this either,” she said as I slid down the bed and she scooted up it.

  I couldn’t stop myself from tasting her if I tried.

  The moment that she was in place above me, I cupped her ass cheeks in my hands and urged her lower.

  The first thing that hit me was her smell.

  Sweet and tart—just like a woman should smell.

  “Did you just smell me?” she asked, sounding horrified.

  “Yeah,” I agreed, not sounding horrified. “You smell delicious.”

  “I don’t know…”

  I leaned forward and captured one of her lips lightly between two teeth and tugged. “Stop thinking so hard. You smell good.”

  Her hand went to my hair and fisted it. Not pulling hard, but enough that I could feel the slight sting of possibility.

  “I’ll try to behave,” she said. “I’m just saying, I don’t know about this. I’ve never done it, and I feel like I’m about to smother you with my vagina. I…ahhh.”

  I licked her.

  One solid lick fro
m her entrance to her clit.

  “Jesus,” she shivered. “Why did that feel so good?”

  Instead of answering, I did it again, loving the way I could feel goosebumps breaking out over her thighs.

  Her moan of excitement, paired with the taste of her on my tongue, made my balls draw up in pleasure.

  “I’m not really sure that this should be legal,” she whispered. “Jesus Christ, something that feels so good and bad at the same time shouldn’t be.”

  I chuckled against her, causing her to jolt.

  “Oh,” she whispered. “That felt good, too. And your beard. It feels so good on the inside of my thighs and rasping against the inner lips of my pussy.”

  I’d never been more aware of my beard in my life than at that moment in time.

  About how, when I leaned slightly forward to press my tongue into her pussy, it pressed against the seam of her sex. My chin pressing against that band of flesh between her asshole and pussy.

  My fingers on her ass cheeks tightened as I pulled her down, wanting to get deeper penetration with my tongue.

  “Oh, fuck.” She growled, her hands tightening slightly in my hair.

  My hands convulsed on her ass cheeks and spread them apart, making her gasp as the cool air met the overheated skin of her sex.

  I pulled away from her channel with one last lick before bringing my mouth up to her clit and sucking lightly.

  She nearly jolted off of me at the contact, and my hands on her ass holding her down, anticipating the move, was the only thing that kept her from outright leaving me altogether.

  “Jesus Christ,” she hissed. “Oh, God. That feels good.”

  I knew it did, mostly because she was holding on tight to my hair and urging me closer to her.

  I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue, flicking the tiny bundle of nerves with a quick lick before pulling it back into my mouth.

  She gasped all over again, and this time I followed that lick up with a finger to her pussy.

  “Oh, sweet Mary,” she moaned. “Oh, God.”

  I couldn’t help it. I laughed.

  She shivered and loosened the grip she had on my hair. “I want to do the same to you.”

  I was already shaking my head as I blindly reached out for the box of condoms.

  Pulling away from her clit with reluctance, I continued to finger her as I said, “Open a condom and smooth it on me. I want to fuck you. You can suck me later.”

  She growled at me.

  “What if I want to do it now?” she countered.

  I curled the finger that was inside of her and rubbed the spot inside of her that I knew would elicit a reaction as I said, “This is my show right now. You get what I want to give you.”

  I could tell she wasn’t sure what to think about that and was fighting a battle inside of her on whether to be turned on by my words or offended.

  “That’s not how this works,” she said. “This is a partnership.”

  I smiled. “Even in most partnerships, there’s give and take. Today, I’m the one that gives. Next time, we can switch, and you get to be in charge.”

  She reached for the box of condoms and ripped them open, scattering the contents all over my chest and the bed.

  “I can’t decide whether to be mad or not,” she informed me. “So, I’m going with, ahhh, not because, Jesus, stop doing that with your finger, I can’t think. I’m going with not because I’m getting…” I moved until there were two fingers inside of her. “Flick your tongue against my clit one more time, and I’m going to come.”

  I curled my fingers inside of her and decided that maybe she needed to. Then she’d relax some and let me do what I wanted…right?

  Yeah, I didn’t believe that, either. Jubilee wasn’t the type of person to just sit back and relax. She always had to be going, going, going.

  But I’d make her come anyway. Just because I could.

  Oh, and I liked the way she was rippling and tightening around my fingers.

  And don’t even get me started on the way she tasted.

  So I did what she asked, curled my fingers just right to touch that spot deep inside of her, and flicked my tongue one more time.

  She came so hard that her thighs tightened around my head. Her hands in my hair went taut, and suddenly I had more problems than just a hard dick—such as whether or not I’d have any hair left once she was done coming.

  “Fuck me!” she cried out. Loudly.

  I pulled back until only my fingers remained inside of her, albeit still.

  “Goddamn,” she breathed. “Holy shit on a kickstand.”

  I chuckled darkly and used my shoulders to kick her thighs apart.

  She got the hint and went up off my face, giving me my first breath of air since she’d started to come.

  “Sorry, sorry,” she apologized as she moved.

  I grinned and popped my fingers into my mouth as I also started to shove my underwear down my hips.

  Her eyes were locked on mine, fascinated and entranced, and I had the sudden urge to reach over and turn on the light so I could see the expression on her face.

  But before I could so much as move toward the bed, she once again had the condoms in her hand and she was moving toward me.

  “Lay down,” she urged. “I want to ride you.”

  I did, lying on my back, and gestured to her with both hands to come closer.

  She followed me down and straddled my lower legs, her hand reaching for my dick at the same time she ripped the package with her teeth.

  I blindly reached for my phone and hit the flashlight icon, thankful when I could finally see more of her than just shadows.

  And what I saw took my breath away.

  Her face was soft and relaxed, and her eyes were intent on what she was doing.

  Despite having light suddenly appear, she didn’t look up from what she was doing.

  Which was covering my dick with a condom.

  “I’ve never done this before,” she said softly. “Tell me if I’m doing it wrong.”

  ***

  Jubilee

  “Tell me if I’m doing it wrong,” I ordered authoritatively.

  Zee’s lips quirked. “Honey, I’m not sure you can fuck this up.”

  I paused and stared at him.

  “You do realize, correct, that the last time we did it, I had to fish it out of my vagina…right?” I asked. “Because that was wrong.”

  He opened his mouth and then closed it. “Well, that’s true.”

  I snickered and went about rolling the condom on his cock.

  He was right.

  It was easy.

  At least, it would’ve been had the condom rolled all the way down his cock.

  “Umm,” I said. “Is it bad that there’s still that much of it not covered?”

  Seconds later I found myself hauled up like I was lighter than a feather, right where he wanted me, which was directly over his huge cock with the tip of it resting against my entrance.

  “No,” he paused. “Why?”

  I thought about that. “I don’t know. I just thought maybe your entire cock should be covered. If you say it shouldn’t, then I guess I’m not worried.”

  “You guess?” he asked, his voice sounding strained.

  “Mmm-hmmm,” I murmured, starting to take him inside my body.

  I wasn’t sure that was what he was wanting me to do, but I really had no choice at this point. It was either let my thighs start to burn due to the position he had me in or sit on his cock.

  Let me just say, there wasn’t really a problem on my end.

  I took one for the team, so to speak. The team being my muscles, that was.

  I groaned as he started to fill me up, loving the hot stretch of my body taking his.

  His cock wasn’t easy to take by any means, but after what he’d just put my body through? Yeah, there was really no way that I could keep him out. Especially with how slick I was.

  “Are you worried about someth
ing?” he asked, sounding actually cognizant enough to be holding a full, rational, well-understood conversation.

  I licked my lips twice, both upper and lower before I replied.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about anymore,” I managed to say. “I can’t even remember what it was we were talking about before you, oh God. That’s good.”

  His hands went to my waist as he said, “We were talking about you being worried about the fact that my full cock wasn’t covered.”

  Was I?

  I don’t remember that actually leaving my lips.

  Then again, I was finding it incredibly hard to think about anything at that moment in time due to the way he was filling me up, one delicious inch at a time.

  “Baby,” he growled.

  That was the moment that he finally hit the end of me.

  I moaned and ground my hips down onto him.

  My back was arched, and the only thing that I could think about was how deep Zee was able to get inside of me. I could practically feel him in my throat, he was that deep.

  “Pay attention,” he growled, tweaking my nipple.

  It didn’t have the desired reaction that he was searching for, however.

  What he wanted was for me to pay attention. What he got was me moaning out in euphoria as I inadvertently arched my back forward, thrusting my breasts out toward him.

  He laughed, loving the reaction he got.

  “So that’s what you need?” he asked. “A little pain?”

  Was that what I needed?

  I wasn’t sure.

  But when he pinched the other nipple, this time a little bit harder than the first time, I nearly catapulted myself right off his cock in my haste to follow him as he pulled away.

  Before I could so much as complain that he’d stopped, I found myself without not only his fingers but his cock as well.

  One second, I was on him, writhing and trying to find a good rhythm, and the next I was on my knees, face in the bed, and ass in the air.

  One of his hands was pushing me into the mattress while the other was hiking my hips up high.

  “Jesus Christ,” he said. “Just look at you.”

  I didn’t have that option, but it wouldn’t have mattered.

  I’d never found myself sexy. But him? It was more than obvious that he felt things about me that I didn’t think about myself.

  He made me feel sexy. With the looks he tossed in my direction. His words, both in and out of the bedroom. Hell, even his insults did it for me at this point.