Fear the Beard (The Dixie Warden Rejects MC Book 2)

by Lani Lynn Vale

“What…”

  I flipped her over to her knees, then snagged the opened condom out of her hand and expertly rolled it down onto my cock.

  The moment everything was in place, I let the fingers of my left hand sink down to feel the heat of her, pleasantly surprised when I found her ready for me.

  In fact, she was beyond ready.

  Her pussy was so wet that it was leaking onto her thighs, coating herself, easing the way for me.

  Without a second thought, I lined my cock up with her entrance, and pushed inside.

  One single thrust was all it took to sink all the way into her to the hilt.

  She wanted me.

  I wanted her.

  And it showed as we came together as one.

  “Fuck,” she whispered.

  So soft that I wouldn’t have heard it had I not been listening.

  My cock was hard and pulsing, and I knew I would go soon.

  Curling my hand around one hip, I gave an experimental thrust, and was happy when I felt her clench down tightly around me in response.

  She was so freakin’ tight that it was almost hard to breathe, let alone think.

  A few more thrusts, I wouldn’t have the ability to hold back.

  So, without another word, I snaked my fingers around her hip and found the bundle of nerves at the top of her sex.

  The minute my finger touched her there, she detonated.

  Her pussy rippled, and her cry of surprise filled the air around us.

  I would’ve frozen if I could have.

  But the feel of her pussy around me, contracting and releasing, had my cock acting on its own.

  I thrust into her quickly, my thighs slapping the backs of hers as I took her over and over again.

  She cried out once more, but I was too focused on my own release to worry about her second one.

  Come shot out the tip of my cock into the condom. My cock jumped and pulsed inside of her as she continued to ripple around me.

  Her hands had collapsed beneath her, and her face was now plastered against the wood floor as she breathed in panting breaths underneath me.

  My hand tightened on her ass as the last of my release left me, causing her to crack one eye open.

  “I think,” she breathed, “that if we do that again, we need to leave the room. Holding my screams in was nearly impossible.”

  I chuckled, running my hand down the length of her back.

  “I’ll remember that for next time.”

  She smiled and went back up to her hands and knees.

  Taking that as my cue to pull out of her, I did, and nearly moaned as I lost her heat.

  “Too bad, though, that was the only time we are doing that,” she said.

  I laughed and caressed her ass.

  “Yeah,” I murmured. “We’ll see about that.”

  Chapter 12

  I grew up living paycheck-to-paycheck. Through hard work and perseverance, I now live direct-deposit to direct-deposit.

  -Meme

  Tally

  I woke up to the sun streaming in through the blinds covering Tommy’s bedroom window.

  Rolling over, I came face to face with my daughter’s booty.

  A booty that had a strong masculine hand wrapped around it.

  Following her diapered tushy up, I found the rest of her curled against Tommy’s chest. Her curls were plastered to his chest where her drool pooled in a wide circle on his pectoral, and her tiny little hand was resting lightly on his bearded chin.

  My heart swelled, and I couldn’t help but reach for my phone and take a picture of the sweetness.

  The click of the phone snapping the picture had Tommy’s eyes opening, and a smile lighting his face.

  “Nice,” he rumbled, stretching.

  His free hand that wasn’t holding my daughter to his chest went up, and he did the most delicious looking morning wake-up stretch I’d ever seen in my life.

  Muscles bulged, veins pulsed, belly tightened.

  I swallowed and dropped the phone to the bed, then picked up the discarded shorts from last night before slipping them on over my bared bottom.

  “Too bad,” he mumbled, grinning.

  I rolled my eyes and headed for the bathroom, doing my business as fast as I could. I knew that Tallulah would wake up any second demanding breakfast, and I had to hurry or she’d get all insistent, something that was cute at first, but got quite loud if you weren’t quick enough.

  Reaching for the towel to wipe my hands, my eyes lit on the trash basket, and the empty condom packet that was laying on top of a folded piece of toilet paper that hid the condom we’d used last night.

  The sight made my belly tighten, and my face flushed profusely.

  What had I done?

  The answer wasn’t forthcoming.

  Mainly because I wasn’t sure what I’d done. I wouldn’t change it even if I could, though. Last night had been scary, and then amazing. A lot of things had happened, and I’d been emotional.

  Emotional Tally equaled adventurous Tally.

  One didn’t come without the other one showing.

  It was how I’d gotten pregnant with Tallulah.

  Pregnant.

  Yeah, I wasn’t doing that again.

  Not anytime soon, anyway.

  But if the opportunity ever arose to be with Tommy again, I wasn’t sure that I was going to be able to resist him.

  I’d have to get on birth control…just in case.

  This time I walked in to find both man and baby awake.

  Tallulah was on the bed, stretched out with her arms up high over her head, as she stared sleepily at the man who was talking to her while playing with her wild strands of curls.

  Tommy was leaned over Tallulah, speaking to her like she was an adult who understood every single word that came out of his mouth.

  Something about what they were going to make for breakfast.

  “She’s not going to eat actual food until she gets her milk,” I told him. “She’s stubborn.”

  And was likely going to be on the tit until she was twelve if she had anything to say about it.

  I’d not been lying to Russell the other day.

  Tallulah wasn’t ready to be off breast milk, and I wasn’t sure that she’d be willing to stay overnight without me at this point in her short life.

  “Well, I wouldn’t eat anything else until I got those, either,” he told her, causing a small smile to light up her chubby face.

  I snorted and sat on the bed, pulling the t-shirt up over my booty so I didn’t sit on it.

  The moment the bed depressed, Tallulah rolled, done with Tommy and reaching for me.

  I grinned at my baby and settled her in my lap, gathering pillows to prop her up into a comfortable position to hold her, and immediately lifted my shirt.

  This time was no different than last night.

  Tommy watched us the entire time as she latched on, and I tried not to blush.

  I’d done the whole breastfeeding thing hundreds of times.

  In school during registration. At the doctor’s office. During a graduation ceremony. At the grocery store. During dinner in the middle of a busy restaurant. In front of Russell.

  Seriously, out of the hundreds of times, with dozens of eyes on me, I’d never felt as vulnerable as I did right then.

  It wasn’t a bad feeling, either.

  It was a good one.

  One where I wanted him to watch me do this for the rest of our lives, through multiple children.

  It was a crazy dream, though. Something that would never happen between us.

  So I licked my lips and asked him a stupid question.

  “What’s on the agenda for today?”

  He grinned, obviously realizing that I was uncomfortable with his intense scrutiny.

  He rolled over to his back, and then did an ab curl that made my mouth go dry.

  “I don’t know,” he adm
itted. “I was supposed to be on shift at the clinic, but I have a physician’s assistant covering for me for the day. So, unless you have to be somewhere, I don’t have much of anything planned other than chilling here and watching the water level.”

  I nodded my head.

  “Maybe you should flip on the news,” I murmured, leaning back into the headboard to get more comfortable.

  He did, grabbing a remote from the bedside table at the same time he got to his feet.

  “I watched a little bit this morning when I woke up at dawn,” he admitted. “Which I think, in turn, woke Tallulah. I picked her up and she went right back to sleep, though.”

  “We do that a lot,” I told him, watching as he pointed the remote at the TV and changed it to a local news station.

  “Do what?” he asked, turning his beautiful gaze back on me.

  I licked my lips.

  “Take morning naps,” I said. “We doze a lot before I have to go to school. So it’s not surprising that she’d do it with you. I think she likes you.”

  “She won’t do it for anyone else but you?” he asked.

  I shook my head.

  “Nope,” I confirmed. “My mom and dad try it because she gets up so early, but she doesn’t let them sleep in. If they wake up, and she’s up, she’s awake for the rest of the morning until it’s time to take a nap around lunch time. Drives my dad crazy.”

  Tommy grinned.

  “Can’t say that breaks my heart,” he admitted. “She’s a good baby.”

  She was.

  Despite the difficulties of the multiple illnesses that she’d had throughout her life, she was the best baby I could’ve ever asked for.

  She slept through the night from the day she turned three weeks old. She ate well, had no problem switching between the breast and bottles. She smiled often, even when she was sick. Took her medicines like a champ and was genuinely a happy kid.

  Unless she was with Russell, whom she hated and made no effort to hide that fact.

  “She doesn’t usually take to people as fast as she did you,” I told him, turning my eyes to the TV to see a commercial on it. “You should see her with Russell.”

  Tommy disappeared into the bathroom, but I still heard his question easily. “What does she do with Russell?”

  I was just about to reply when I heard the distinct sound of him using the restroom—with the door open—and I wondered if I was supposed to reply or if I was supposed to wait until he was done.

  Since I thought it might be a little hard to hear me over the roar of him peeing—which might I add was impressive that he had such a good bladder—I waited until he entered the room moments later, drying his hands, to answer.

  “She screams,” I told him. “She refuses to sit with him, and if I hand her over while she’s asleep, she immediately wakes up. There’s no bounds to her hatred of him.”

  Tommy frowned. “What happened the time he gave her aspirin?”

  I shivered as I remembered that day.

  “It was the day that I had to stay overnight out of town due to school,” I murmured. “Russell convinced me to allow her to stay with him. I dropped her off with him with tons of milk, her medicines, and I called to check on her once an hour.”

  Tommy’s mouth kicked up at the corner.

  “And he didn’t like that?”

  I shook my head. “Nope. He stopped answering the phone, and since I was in class, I couldn’t do a thing about it.”

  “So what happened while he was ignoring you?”

  Before answering, I switched Tallulah to the other side, as he continued to watch me, eyes taking in everything.

  “I’m not really sure why the hell he thought giving her a medicine that I didn’t even have in my bag was okay, but he claims he ‘didn’t realize it would hurt her’ even though I specifically said that she wasn’t to have anything that wasn’t in that bag.”

  I gestured to the bag—the same one I’d been using since she was born—that was sitting next to the TV, and he turned to look at it.

  “Sounds like he did it spitefully.”

  I nodded my head.

  “That’s what I think, too,” I murmured. “She wasn’t even sick. She was probably just crying—something he claims wasn’t happening, but I know him and I know my kid—and he was frustrated. So he gave her something.”

  “What happened then?”

  “She started vomiting and screaming her head off. Which, thankfully, was enough for him to get his head out of his ass and take her into the ER,” I murmured. “At the hospital, she became extremely lethargic. By that point, they were able to pinpoint why she was acting the way she was, and they were able to reverse the effects and cleanse her system of the aspirin, but it was enough for me to get a judge to issue a court order stating that she wasn’t allowed any more overnights with Russell.”

  Tommy shivered.

  “That could’ve been bad. Had he not taken her in, she could’ve…”

  He left the rest unsaid, but I knew exactly what he was talking about. It could’ve been fatal indeed.

  “Needless to say, now he’s all butt-hurt that I won’t let him have Tallulah. Even though the only reason he’s even pursuing it in the first place is because his new wife wants them to spend time with her. Or maybe she wants her. Hell, I don’t know.”

  Tommy sat on the bed next to me and stroked one finger over to Tallulah’s cheek.

  He rubbed it back and forth, causing her to smile.

  “She would’ve screamed at Russell if he’d interrupted her meal,” I murmured. “My girl gets hangry.”

  He chuckled, then moved his hand from her cheeks to start playing with her curls.

  “Hangry seems to be commonplace among women,” he murmured. “I’ll have to remember to not interrupt her meal too often.”

  I grinned and turned my eyes back to the TV.

  “That looks terrible,” I murmured as I finally realized what was on the TV.

  “But luckily not as bad as they expected it would be,” Tommy agreed, pulling away from Tallulah’s hair and moving until his back was to the headboard like mine was.

  I suppose he was right, but it still looked pretty terrible to me.

  “They opened the spillway,” I murmured. “Won’t that flood the town below it?”

  “Yes.”

  One word.

  Simple. Straight forward. Direct.

  Tommy didn’t bother mincing words. We both knew that it spelled trouble for that poor city.

  “That’s awful,” I murmured.

  “It’s either open the spillway or run the risk of the dam breaking. One option is really bad, the other is disastrous.” He turned to look at me. “Think of it this way.” He stood and gestured with his hands. “The spillway opening slowly floods the town below it, but they know it’s coming and have time to prepare. The dam breaking just decimates the town below it with no warning. Which one would you rather have?”

  I grimaced.

  Either option was a bad one, but one was definitely the lesser of two evils.

  Turns out, I would be facing one of those rock-and-a-hard-place type of choices myself in the very near future in regards to my relationship with Tommy, and I wasn’t going to like the consequences much, either.

  Chapter 13

  I’m fine. I want you. I miss you. I hate you. You’re a dick. Come back. Bring cake. Why are you touching me?

  -Girls on their periods

  Tally

  There are just some things on this Earth that you never, ever want to do.

  Ever.

  Two things high up on that list are farting on the guy that you have a crush on and bleeding on his sheets and all over him during the middle of the night.

  Today, I did both.

  Though not at the same time.

  The latter happened when I woke up that morning.

  Tommy practically wrapped himself around me while we
slept, and today had been no different.

  When I’d tried to pull away, he’d held on tighter.

  At first, I didn’t notice the slickness between my legs.

  I’d chalked it up to the fact that Tommy had a way with his hands, something that he’d demonstrated for me last night before we’d gone to bed.

  My mind started to wander to last night. To the beginning of my downfall, causing me to smile.

  ***

  “Time for bed, pumpkin,” I said to my little girl.

  My daughter looked over at me like I was crazy in the head.

  “If you want to go ahead and call your dad, I’ll get her ready for bed,” Tommy offered.

  He looked like every woman’s wet dream.

  If I were to describe my perfect man, Tommy would be it.

  Tall and muscular with dark hair, a chiseled jaw covered in a dark brown beard, and the most beautiful blue eyes, the likes of which I’d never seen on another human being.

  Tonight he was in faded blue jeans, a black t-shirt that fit him snugly in the chest and shoulders but was a bit looser around the waist, and his signature vest, better known as his cut.

  “Don’t you get hot in that?” I asked him, touching the top seam just over his shoulder lightly.

  “Yeah,” he grunted. “But you get used to it.”

  I doubted I would get used to it, but I was sure it was just something that got better with time.

  Though, I did have to admit that it looked as soft as butter.

  Which I found out moments later as I ran the tip of my finger down the back until I got to the top lettering.

  “What’s this?” I asked, fingering the letters.

  His eyes never left the TV he was watching.

  The news…again.

  “Top rocker is the organization: Dixie Wardens,” he murmured, his eyes transfixed in what he was seeing. The devastation. “The bottom rocker is our chapter location. Mooresville, Alabama…as you know.”

  “Hmmm,” I murmured. “And what about this patch?”

  I fingered a patch that was just above his heart, on his left shoulder, and pressed my open palm to it.

  He stiffened and jerked his shoulder by turning away from me.

  My brows lowered as confusion at the sudden move, and I opened my mouth to ask him why, but he shook his head.