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

by Lani Lynn Vale

“Do you know how hard it is to hide a hard-on in a pair of workout shorts?” I asked curiously.

  Harleigh bit down with her top teeth, causing her lip to get all pouty and plump on one side, making me want to be the one to bite it and not her.

  “Yes,” she admitted. “Why do you think I continued to stay in front of you the entire time?”

  I ran my large palm up the side of her leg, stopping when my fingertips came in contact with the seam of her underwear.

  “So you could torture me with your body,” I answered her. “I think you liked getting that kind of reaction out of me.”

  “Is it bad that I did?” she asked, one of her hands going up to stroke over my sweat-dampened t-shirt.

  I thought about that for a moment, then shook my head.

  “No,” I stated. “I don’t think it’s bad. But I do think that you tortured me all day knowing that I wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.” I paused. “I did notice your hand on my cock while we were on that roller coaster today.”

  She blinked innocently.

  “I was only trying to take your mind away from the way you were feeling,” she admitted. “I thought it might help.”

  I ground my erection into her.

  “It did help,” I declared, then grinned in her face. “Did you know that there were pictures at the particular point that you touched me?”

  Her eyes widened a little bit.

  “No,” she whispered. “Please tell me…”

  I laughed and reached for my phone, pulling up the stupid Disney app that my sister had forced me to download.

  Then, going to the photo part that I’d found while trying to get more Fast Passes—passes that would get us onto a ride faster—I’d seen the photo pop up onto the screen.

  “Take a looksie.” I turned my phone around so she could see.

  Her face went red as she blushed. “Shit.”

  “I thought it was kind of funny,” I teased. “And I’m glad these pictures weren’t one of the ones that you had to see when you were getting off the ride.”

  Her mouth opened and closed, and while she was busy trying to find her words, I set my phone onto the nightstand, then dropped my mouth onto her pretty little confused one.

  She moaned into my mouth, her arms encircling my wide shoulders, as she held me to her.

  When she realized that I wasn’t going to get up this time, she loosened her hold and allowed her fingers to dive into my hair.

  The day before we’d left, I’d considered buzzing it all off like I always did when it got to a certain length, but feeling her hands in it, loving the way that she showed it attention, I realized that I’d be keeping it at least this length for a while.

  At least until I decided I couldn’t handle it any longer—or she told me to cut it. Whichever came first.

  When her little fingers tugged lightly on the slightly-damp strands, I knew that we weren’t going to be stopping.

  Dinner was in less than thirty minutes.

  I’d planned on taking a shower before we went down.

  However, I’d gladly give up a shower just so I could stay exactly where I was and do what I was about to do—Harleigh.

  “Last chance.” I pulled back, my breath coming in soft pants against her lips.

  “For what?” she breathed, letting go of my hair to allow her palms to drag down my shoulders to come to rest against my chest.

  Her legs, which had encircled my hips, stayed where they were, however.

  “To take a shower instead of this,” I growled, pushing her shirt up and exposing her chest. “I know that you said you wanted to dress up.”

  She bit her lip. “I’ll see Mickey other times.”

  My lips twitched. “Yeah?”

  I dropped down onto my elbows and licked one of her breasts.

  “Did I tell you how much I liked this bra?” I teased.

  She was wearing a Captain America cotton bra, and it was the cutest thing I’d ever seen.

  “Yeah,” she breathed, arching up into me. “You mentioned it a time or two.”

  Captain America had always been my favorite superhero. When I’d said as much in line next to her earlier, she’d grinned up at me and had launched into a long, drawn-out discussion about why he was her favorite, too.

  Our two-hour long conversation while we stood in line for a stupid roller coaster had all been sparked in part due to her bra strap.

  “Now, seeing the rest of it, it makes me want to take a picture so I can see it whenever I want,” I teased. “Would you let me take a picture of you?”

  She nodded her head. “In a heartbeat.”

  I didn’t reach for my phone, though.

  Instead, I bent down and licked the other breast, following the curve of flesh with my tongue until I reached the other bra strap.

  “I didn’t know that they made any bras like this,” I admitted. “They’re fuckin’ cute. They don’t make cool shit like this in men’s sizes.”

  Not that I’d wear a bra, but underwear wouldn’t have been able to be passed if they’d made them like that.

  “Kid’s section,” she admitted. “I fit into an eighteen. Which ends up being like a size two or four in adults. But me being able to shop for bras in the kid’s section also means that my breasts aren’t all that big.”

  I didn’t care.

  I mean, sure, I cared that she had breasts. But I liked all breasts.

  I was an all-around mutual breast lover. I liked small ones and big ones. Ones with big nipples or small.

  Though, I still didn’t quite know what she was hiding underneath her clothes.

  The night that we’d been intimate, it’d been dark. The entire fuckin’ night, we’d done it with only shadows to light the way.

  So seeing her in the light was definitely making me see everything. To experience it now felt like a totally new, intimate experience. One that I shouldn’t have felt as comfortable with as I was.

  “Are you sure that you want it quick before we go eat?” I teased.

  I knew that she did.

  I just wanted to make sure.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “But I didn’t bring any…protection.”

  I reached in my pocket for my wallet, pulling out a strip of condoms I’d tucked there the night before we’d left town.

  I hadn’t really been thinking I’d be using them, but I’d wanted to be prepared just in case.

  The night that we’d spent making love during that storm, I hadn’t used a single one.

  I knew the consequences of that night…and I was honestly more turned on by the fact that she’d trusted me and had allowed me to come inside her knowing the risks than I was by damn near the sight of her naked.

  I wanted to do her bare again.

  I wanted it with every cell in my body.

  But I wouldn’t be that man.

  I wouldn’t trap her with the likes of me without her at least knowing exactly what she was getting.

  And she wasn’t sure who I was just yet.

  She only knew that she wanted me.

  That I wanted her.

  But one day, when she knew me inside and out, I’d give her everything she ever wanted.

  Not because I wanted to, but because I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.

  Seeing the woman underneath me happy would be my top priority.

  “Take your shorts off already,” she ordered.

  I did as she asked, shucking my shirt first because I knew that would be the next thing she told me to get rid of.

  Her eyes took me in as I stripped, her hands halting at the waistband of her shorts as she took me in.

  I jerked my chin in her direction.

  “Fair’s fair and all,” I told her, eyes on her hips.

  She jerked the shorts off with unpracticed movements, lifting her hips to get them off with better ease. She followed the shorts up with her shirt.

  “Ohhh,” she breathed as my cock finally bounced free of my shorts.

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nbsp; My belly clenched at the look on her face.

  God, she looked breathtaking.

  Her taking in the sight of my cock made me want to spurt all over her naked belly and chest.

  “You have abs for days,” she breathed. “I mean, I already knew this because you mow your yard shirtless, but damn.”

  Why did I like the fact that she watched me without my knowledge?

  If it’d been anyone else, I would’ve hated it.

  “What else did you like?” I asked, standing up at the end of the bed to get rid of my shorts and underwear.

  My wallet thumped to the floor, as did all the change that I’d managed to collect so that Astrid could press pennies in the park.

  “I like every single thing about you, Slate,” she informed me. “But not all of it has to do with your body.”

  My brows rose. “No?”

  She shook her head. “No.”

  “What else?” I asked, crawling up onto the bed between her once again splayed thighs.

  Her pussy was glistening, practically begging for my mouth.

  But I knew I didn’t have time for that.

  Not when we needed to be to dinner in less than twenty minutes.

  “I like how you acted like you hated everything about today,” she said as she ran her hand up my back, stopping just below my shoulder blade. “But when you watched those kids get all excited? Your face lit up.”

  That was true. I enjoyed watching the kids have fun. It was more enjoyable than standing in line, that was for sure.

  “Or when you acted like you were mad at me when I pressed my ass up against you,” she continued. “You’d give me those little glares, but you never pushed me away.”

  No, I’d only pulled her closer.

  “And when Linc pissed you off again, you didn’t take it out on his kid,” she said. “You played with him and teased him like the kid like she was one of your own sister’s kids.”

  Yeah, I’d done that, too.

  How did she see me so clearly?

  Most people would’ve not even paid attention.

  That was what I was used to, being ignored.

  Yet she saw everything.

  “Sometimes it’s scary how much you pay attention,” I pointed out, stopping when my cock found the perfect spot and lightly pressed against her entrance.

  She hitched her hips up and moved forward, firmly notching my cock at the entrance to her sex.

  That’s when I realized what I’d forgotten.

  Going for the condom, I brought it up to my mouth.

  “I know this is extremely crazy,” she said as she watched me rip the condom open with my teeth. “I know that I shouldn’t want it…but I want you with nothing between us. I want you bare and shooting inside of me.”

  My cock stiffened even further.

  It was now so hard that things were throbbing in my lower belly. My balls. My cock. Whatever muscles that surrounded those two things.

  They were all tense and ready.

  “Harleigh…”

  “It’s the wrong time of the month,” she admitted, biting her lip. “I…”

  “We shouldn’t,” I growled.

  It took everything I had to say those two words.

  Everything.

  “Yeah,” she admitted. “We shouldn’t.”

  I finished tearing the condom out of the package and pressed the piece of latex to my cock head.

  She moaned long and loud as my knuckles bumped against her pussy as I rolled the condom down over me.

  I wasn’t sure if it was because I was covering myself or touching her.

  Both reasons really did me in.

  “I want to,” I said after I got it fully on. “God, how I want to. But until we’re sure…”

  I wasn’t sure what I wanted to be sure about.

  The fact that I wanted my kid to be growing inside of Harleigh, or the fact that we were still so new?

  Hell, I didn’t know. Not one bit.

  But I did know that even with the condom on, I could feel her heat like a beacon.

  The feeling shot straight to my balls.

  “I’m not so sure I’m going to be able to last long,” I said as I trailed my fingers through her wetness.

  I gathered it onto my fingers, circling her entrance twice until I was fully coated, and then drug it up through the soft lips of her sex, stopping once I got to her clit.

  She arched up when I made brief contact, then growled.

  “I don’t need you to last forever, I need you to get inside of me already,” she snapped.

  Testy.

  Grinning, I circled her all over again, paying particular mind not to touch her clit, and drive her just a little bit wilder.

  “We have to be downstairs in fifteen minutes,” she cried out, body straining toward me.

  I took pity on her.

  And when I sank inside, I was a little bit disappointed.

  Not because she didn’t feel great, because she did, but because I had the condom on, dulling the effects of what she made me feel.

  Her body arched, taking away my momentary lapse in judgment.

  Pulling all the way out, I slammed back inside, over and over again.

  That was when it really started to feel good.

  So good, in fact, that my eyes closed, and I forgot to focus on her.

  Instead, I started chasing my own orgasm.

  The pulse of her pussy tightening and loosening around my cock had me so entranced that when it started to change, when she started to tighten even further, my eyes slammed open.

  When they found her face, that was when I saw that she was coming.

  Of course, she would’ve felt different.

  But God, I’d been so focused on how I was feeling that I didn’t even think to ask if she was close.

  And now that she was coming all around me? It only made me hotter.

  My thrusts got rougher. My hands clenched on her hips, likely bruising.

  My cock hit the end of her, causing her to cry out—but I wasn’t sure if it was in pain or in pleasure.

  I didn’t stop, though.

  She didn’t either.

  Her body arched, her nipples tightened into little peaks, and her voice rang out through the quiet room.

  And then I started to come.

  In great, long bursts. One shot of my release after another left me, coating her insides…

  “Fuck,” I cried out, just now noticing just how good it felt. How good it shouldn’t have felt.

  Pulling out, my last jet of cum shot against her clit, causing her to gasp and shiver.

  That was when I looked down at the torn condom. The end of it was still securely around my cock, but the rest of it? It was torn and hanging on by a thread.

  “Shit,” I said as I ripped the useless piece of latex off my cock.

  Harleigh’s eyes flew open and she took in the scene.

  “Uh-oh.”

  Amusement flooded my eyes as I glanced up at her.

  “Uh-oh?” I teased. “That’s all you have to say?”

  She shrugged. “What is there to say? I mean…uh-oh seems pretty perfect for right now.”

  She was right. It did, indeed, seem perfect.

  And so was she.

  “Sometimes, Slate, you have to move past the fear, or you’ll never live again. Sometimes, you have to ride that fear and hope it doesn’t kill you the next time death sneaks up on you.”

  My brother-in-law’s words from earlier in the day—the moment he caught me staring at Harleigh as if she was mine and calling me on it—rushed through my head.

  I hadn’t been with Harleigh long. Days, really.

  But ever since the first time I saw her in prison, I knew that she was something special. Something that I wanted to be mine.

  Something that I would love to have as mine forever.

  And the more time I spent with her, the more I realized that I did want that with her—forever.

  I wanted her t
o be mine. I wanted to wake up with her in the morning for the rest of my life.

  The last two days of having her in my bed when I woke up was something that I hadn’t realized I’d wanted.

  And as I watched her now, seeing her look sleepy and sated in my bed, I knew that I’d be choosing the selfish way out.

  I’d be doing everything that I had to do to keep her.

  Rome’s words, words that had once been my words to him, were the perfect thing that I needed to hear at that moment in time.

  Because as of right now, I wouldn’t be giving Harleigh up.

  Not now, not ever.

  “What’s with that look on your face?” she asked huskily. “I’m not sure if I need to run for my life or throw my arms around you and hang on.”

  I pulled her into my chest and said the only thing I could say. “Choose the second choice. Because I don’t think I could keep myself from chasing you if you run.”

  She snuggled in deeper, pressing her lips against my still-sweaty chest.

  “Don’t worry, Slate. You’d have to chase me off at this point. There are quite a few things about you that have me addicted.”

  I smiled.

  “Like what?” I asked.

  “Your kiss,” she said softly, her breath mingling with my chest hairs. “Your touch.” I swallowed when she trailed a kiss from one pec to the other. “You. All of you.”

  I rolled her over and pulled her on top of me.

  She went up on an elbow and said something I never expected to hear from another woman again. And oh boy, did I want to hear it all over again. Repeatedly. Forever.

  “I think I’m falling in love with you, Slate Solis.”

  I fisted my hand in her hair and pulled her down to my mouth.

  “That makes two of us, cupcake,” I said against her lips. “Just remember, I’m jealous and possessive. I’m fairly sure your dad likes me but not that much, and I don’t care if I have to piss him off to keep you. You’re going to have to control your family if you want this to work.”

  She laughed in my face. “Oh, Slate. I’ve had my family wrapped around my little finger since the day I was born.”

  Chapter 16

  I’m not sure where you learned to whisper, but I’m guessing inside a helicopter filled with chainsaws.

  -Slate to Harleigh

  Harleigh

  “That was so much fun!” I clapped my hands together as I practically skipped out of the exit for the ride we’d just gone on. “Did you like it?”