F-Bomb (The Bear Bottom Guardians MC Book 9)

by Lani Lynn Vale

  I wound my finger around one of her braids and slowly ran my rough fingers over the plait.

  “Why do you always have your hair in braids?” I wondered, finding the hair tie that was holding her hair tightly in place with my fingers and tugging on it without any thought to what I was doing.

  “I swear to God, I’m always getting food in it. Even when it’s in a ponytail. So I started braiding it to keep it out of my face and out of my mouth. Wearing lip gloss and having your hair blowing all over the damn place isn’t the greatest, either.” She paused. “But there’s really no reason,” she sighed, her breath hitching when I tugged the ends of her hair. “That feels good.”

  I grinned. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah,” she agreed. “I love when my hair is played with. Sometimes I lay on the couch, placing my head in whoever’s lap that just so happens to be there, and make them play with it.”

  I looked down at my lap, then at the swing.

  There was still plenty of room. “Lay your head down in my lap, then.”

  She didn’t hesitate. One second she was upright, and the next she was laying down.

  The thunder, lightning, and wind didn’t affect her even the slightest.

  “Can I take your braids all the way out?” I asked, fingering the hair tie at the end.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  The whisper got caught on the wind, half of it disappearing before it could even reach my ear, but I took her nod of assent and ran with it.

  Tugging both ponytails free of her hair, I diligently pulled her hair completely free of the confines she had them in. It wasn’t until they were all the way out, her hair flowing wild and free, that I realized just how much hair she actually had.

  “Holy shit,” I said as I sifted my fingers through it. “Your hair is really fucking long and thick.”

  She snorted. “Why do you think I braid it? I wasn’t kidding when I said it was always in the way.”

  She really wasn’t.

  And as she laid in my lap and I played with her hair, alternatively running my fingers through it and scratching her scalp, she started to moan.

  “I’m not sure if you making those noises makes me want to stop or keep going,” I admitted.

  She muttered something under her breath and finished with, “Just keep doing it.”

  Laughing, I did exactly like she asked.

  It was somewhere in between the moment that I tugged her hair all the way free and when I sifted my fingers through her hair that it happened.

  I fell in love.

  Deep.

  Hard.

  Forever.

  A loud clap of thunder shook the porch so hard that she startled, turned her face into my crotch, and then found the long column of my cock that I couldn’t conceal when she was that close.

  When her lips skimmed over the cloth that covered my cock, I froze, unsure what to do.

  She didn’t move her face, though.

  I didn’t move her face.

  Her face just stayed there, covering my cock, until suddenly things just…exploded.

  We both moved at once.

  I really couldn’t tell you who it was that made the first move because it seemed like we both came to the decision at the exact same time.

  One second her mouth was pressed against my jeans, and the next my hands were in her armpits hauling her up my body.

  Her hair started to blow around us as the wind picked up, and the blanket was ripped from between us and tossed somewhere to the side as we both tried to get at each other at the same time.

  Her hands went to my neck, pulling me closer as she closed the distance as well.

  Then her mouth was closing over mine.

  I took control then, pulling her ass down hard to grind my cock up into her as I also delved my tongue into her mouth.

  She gasped at the sensation, her tongue hesitantly playing with mine, making my cock jerk at the almost innocent touch.

  “This is such a bad idea.”

  Her words echoed my thoughts, but neither one of us stopped.

  We couldn’t.

  With every bit of resistance I had left, I pulled away from her with a breathless curse.

  “If you want to stop…we should do it now,” I panted. “Because if we get to the point where my cock hits the open air…I’m not going to be able to stop myself. It’s been years…years. And I have no control. I’m just…shot. Totally and completely unable to find the control—or the desire—to stop. And I don’t have it in me to be gentle.”

  She bit her lip, her breasts rising and falling as her breathing came in chaotic bursts.

  Then she said the three words that would almost force me to take it carefully…if we were fucking doing it anymore.

  But the moment I heard the words come out of her mouth, I shook my head and started to push her away.

  “I’m a virgin,” she admitted.

  I placed both hands onto her hips and began to lift her off me, knowing without a shadow of a doubt that I couldn’t do it anymore.

  I couldn’t be the person she needed—a goddamn virgin—she needed hearts and flowers, a nice man with a medium-sized cock.

  What she would get with me was a quick, hard, dirty fuck with a dick that would probably send her running for the hills.

  A man of my size and stature was not first dick material.

  I was second, third, fourth dick material. I was also not made for a woman the size of Harleigh.

  Where I was big, she was small.

  It just wasn’t smart.

  But when I tried to push her off of me, to force her to go…she held on.

  Like a goddamn monkey. Like someone that was never going to let go. Someone that knew exactly what she was holding onto.

  “You’re fucking nuts,” I said as I slammed my mouth down on hers once again.

  She tightened her hands in my hair, pulling hard as she tried to practically climb into my body with me.

  “Take your shirt off,” I growled against her lips, pulling back only far enough that I could get the words out.

  When I went back to devouring her mouth, she fisted her hands at the hem of her shirt and ripped it free of her body.

  I pulled back just in time to keep my face from ripping off right with it.

  “Shit,” I breathed, chuckling slightly when she took her bra off in much the same way.

  “Yours now,” she ordered, her words short and terse.

  I obliged her, taking it off by fisting the collar and tugging it free in one swoop.

  “That’s so sexy,” she informed me, running her hands down over my shoulders as she bit her lip.

  “What?” I asked, taking her in as well.

  My thoughts echoed hers once again.

  Her breasts were perky, soft, and full.

  I wanted to suck her nipples into my mouth until they were red and swollen.

  “The way you just took off your shirt,” she growled, digging her fingernails in slightly. “And then your tattoos. Followed by your shoulders, and then your abs. But not necessarily ranked in order, but more by which I noticed first. I’m sure when you finally take your pants off, there’s going to be a new best attribute.”

  I snorted and stood up, pinning her back to the porch column.

  The rough wood was probably digging into her back, but at that moment in time, I couldn’t quite find it in me to care.

  I would later when I saw the reddened skin, but right now, I just knew that it would be extremely hard to pull my jeans down to get to my cock.

  “Your pants really need to come off,” I murmured, bringing my hand up to cup her breast.

  She dropped her legs hesitantly from my hips…so hesitantly, in fact, that I knew that she was worried I’d tell her to stop.

  But we were way past that now.

  “Don’t worry,” I teased. “We’re not stopping. The time for that came and went about five minutes ago when we were both still clothed.”

  She breathed
out a relieved breath, then allowed her feet to dangle.

  That was when I realized I had her suspended about a foot in the air with my hips pinning hers to the wood column.

  “This will likely cause us some trouble later,” I admitted. “But for now…” I bent down and ripped her pants down her legs. “We’re going to do it the easy way.”

  With that, I lifted her back up again, pantless, and pinned her back to the wall.

  That was when I realized that maybe we should be taking this inside.

  But the thought of doing this outside, where anybody could see us if they only chose to look outside and study my dark porch hard enough, was making me so hard that I was sure this was the horniest I’d ever been.

  There was no doubt about it. The woman affected me more than any other woman had in my entire life.

  I should really stop her.

  I should really keep my dick in my pants.

  I should really…she sucked my nipple into her mouth, making me groan in defeat.

  There wouldn’t be any stopping.

  Not today.

  Not with this woman.

  Not ever.

  “Fuck me already,” she ordered. “I’m only a virgin in the figurative sense of the word. I’ve had dildos up my…” she squeaked as I hiked her up higher and started to rip at my jeans. “Jesus.” She breathed. “We should go inside.”

  I made a step in the direction of the door, but then her pussy’s entrance closed over the tip of my cock, making me freeze.

  “God,” she breathed out roughly. “Push your cock inside of me.”

  I licked my lips and did as she asked, allowing her weight to come down on my cock in slow, even increments.

  “More,” she breathed when I stopped with just an inch inside of her. “More.”

  I gave her more. One slow inch at a time.

  It was when I felt her start to quake around me that I knew that she wasn’t going to last.

  And neither was I.

  Taking two giant steps to the side of the house, I pressed her back up against it, looked her in the eyes, and slammed myself the rest of the way home.

  Her breath left her as she screamed.

  Luckily, she paired that scream with a crack of thunder, causing it to be drowned out.

  I was sure that if someone had heard that, they’d be calling the cops.

  And right now, all I could think about was getting inside her. Over and over and over again.

  Not the fact that we were breaking the law. Nor the fact that we should probably be in bed for her first time.

  Instead, I was slamming my cock home inside of her, using the house at her back for leverage as I filled her full to bursting.

  Her pussy started to ripple around me, and I couldn’t help but yell out a ‘thank fucking god’ as she started to come in long rhythmic squeezes.

  “Fuck,” I heard her cry out, her sharp little teeth closing over the skin covering my pec.

  She didn’t break the surface, but she did do it hard enough that I knew I’d have a bruise tomorrow.

  My balls drew up at about the same time, and within two squeezes of her pussy around me, I started to come, too.

  My mind was misfiring, and I was trying to figure out what in the hell just happened when Harleigh’s panting breath fanned against my lips as she said, “Let’s go inside and do that again.”

  I didn’t bother to disengage from her tight sheath. Instead, I hugged her to me tighter, my arm around her hips holding her steady, and walked back inside without another word.

  It was after round three, only an hour later, that I finally came back online enough to acknowledge that what we’d done wasn’t probably the smartest. One, because she was my neighbor. Two, because I worked for her father.

  Three? Well, that one I wouldn’t acknowledge right now. For now, I’d enjoy being sated. Tomorrow? Then I’d think about the repercussions about not using any form of birth control.

  I hadn’t felt this good in years…and if I was an honest man, ever.

  Chapter 11

  If you’re happy and you know it overthink it.

  -Coffee Cup

  Harleigh

  I woke up disoriented.

  I hadn’t slept this good—or this long—in so long that I wasn’t sure what it felt like at first.

  But the longer I laid in the bed, waking up and coming back online, the more I began to understand the feeling.

  I was content. I’d woken up and wasn’t sleepy. Any other time that I woke up since the attack, I knew that it was hours too soon. That I still had a good four to five that I needed—yet couldn’t accomplish.

  But lying in bed, loving the way it felt to once again no longer be tired, I knew I only had one person to thank.

  Rolling over in the bed, my hand went searching for the man in question, only to find it not only empty on the other side but cold as well.

  As in, so cold that it had to have been hours and hours since he’d been in it with me.

  Sitting up, holding the sheet to my naked body, I looked around the room.

  It was lit with mid-morning sun, and my clothes were nicely folded—well, as nice as a man could fold that was—on the end of the bed.

  My shoes were next to them, with my socks tucked in neatly.

  My lips twitched and I flung the covers off of me, shivering slightly at the chilly air that slapped against my skin.

  I looked at the blanket that’d been partially covering me—the same blanket that had started it all last night—and contemplated stealing it.

  He’d know it was me, but would he actually go as far as to ask for it back? I doubted it. Something inside of me told me that he was probably overthinking things. Way overthinking them.

  Me, on the other hand? I felt great!

  Grinning at the thought of his reaction, I stood up and then immediately groaned.

  There were muscles that I’d never felt before twinging in protest.

  Twinging so badly, in fact, that I limped my way to the bathroom.

  It was after I was cleaning myself up that I realized that I was really wet down below.

  So wet that there was no doubt of what it was.

  His semen.

  Inside of me.

  I bit my lip and considered my options.

  I wasn’t on birth control.

  In fact, I’d never even considered birth control. What kind of virgin would need it?

  I considered my next move.

  While I did that, I cleaned up as best as I could, went for my clothes, and dressed.

  Once I was as presentable as I could be considering I was in a man’s house that had no amenities for a woman, I went looking for said man.

  Only, I didn’t find him.

  He was nowhere to be found, and his house was just as empty as his bedroom.

  Thinking that I could go outside and wait for him to come home so we could talk, I went to his hammock with a cup of coffee that I made in his coffeemaker and waited with a good book.

  ***

  Two days later, with my mood much less pleasant, I stomped into my boss’s office.

  “What do you mean I can’t go to work?” I screeched. “I’m not taking two weeks off!”

  “You can, and you are,” my supervisor said stubbornly. “Now, I better not see you until then. Stay at home, recover, and take the time you need.”

  So I’d had a moment at work last night. This morning…hell, I couldn’t even remember what day it was at this point. So sue me. I freaked out.

  Who the hell wouldn’t after what I had gone through? But apparently my boss thought it was ‘for the best’ that I took the time off that I needed. Sure, I might’ve thought that it was a good idea had I not been avoiding going home.

  Two days before, with Slate, had been a mistake.

  Not one that I really regretted, but a mistake nonetheless.

  At least, that was the impression I got when I woke up to an empty bed, an empty house, and no clue wh
ether I should stay or go.

  And, when I’d gone to read in the hammock, and woken up hours later to Slate arriving home, he hadn’t even complained that I was in his yard. He’d just gone inside with the groceries, hadn’t looked up at all, and hadn’t come back out.

  Which led me to my bad mood at work.

  Which then led to a freak out a few hours into my shift.

  And then this.

  I’d arrived the night after my freak out, two days after my near death experience on shift, and my boss was telling me—after I already arrived, might I add—that I was being sent home.

  “You’re still getting paid,” Mell grumbled. “What more do you want from me?”

  I sighed and covered my eyes with my hands. “I’m just having a really bad day.”

  I hadn’t been able to sleep at all. In fact, what little sleep I did manage to get was interrupted by Slate coming home, leaving, and then coming home again.

  Why he had to park his bike outside my bedroom window, I didn’t know.

  But if I’d been talking to the man, I’d have asked him why.

  But I wasn’t. Which meant I would be forever listening to his annoying bike, and his annoying self, doing shit that would bother the absolute shit out of me.

  “Are you going to tell me when I need to be back?” I asked grumpily.

  Mell grinned. “I’ll call you. But as of right now, you have a total of two weeks off.”

  I sighed. “What the hell am I supposed to do for two weeks?”

  “Go on vacation?” he suggested. “Enjoy the fact that you have two weeks off when the rest of us have to be in this disease infested place.”

  I grinned.

  That was one benefit of it.

  I wouldn’t be getting the flu…hopefully.

  ***

  Slate

  “Rome, I’m not fuckin’ going to Disney World with you. I’m just not, so stop asking,” I grumbled.

  “Yes, you are,” Rome repeated. “I have free tickets to the park for an entire week. You have no job and no life, and I’ve already confirmed it with Max and your grandmother.”

  “What about the part about me being on probation?” I tried.

  Rome rolled his eyes. “You think I’m stupid?”