by Claire Rhine
Chapter 10
Regan
The light of day had me second guessing my decisions last night. The mind blowing orgasms I could get used to. But could I open up to someone again?
I was sitting at the kitchen table sipping my coffee and watching Mia eat her breakfast when my phone rang.
“Morning beautiful,” Beard’s husky voice said down the line.
“Morning,” I said and felt a goofy grin spread across my lips.
“What are you doing for lunch?” Beard asked.
“Umm,” I hesitated not sure what I wanted to do.
“You can tell me no Regan.”
“Can we maybe do lunch tomorrow?”
“Whatever you’re comfortable with baby.”
“Thank you. Pick me up at the school tomorrow at noon.”
I took Mia to school and went to sit through a day of mundane meetings and presentations. In services days were the worst.
By three o’clock I was ready for a glass of wine and a long bath.
I was driving along when a car in the other lane pulled out in front of me to attempt to pass. I slammed on my breaks and cut the wheel to the right. It was too much and I lost control and went off the road. The embankment was steep and I crashed hard. I felt my head bounce off the steering wheel and the air sucked out of my lungs as the seat belt locked.
“Ma’am are you okay?” A male voice asked yanking my door open.
“I think so,” I said and went to unbuckle. I tried to press the button but the searing pain that shot through my wrist had me crying out.
“The ambulance is already on its way. Let’s wait for them to arrive before you move,” the gentleman said next to me.
“Can you get my phone for me? I need to call to have someone pick my daughter up.”
A few hours later I was still sitting in the emergency room waiting for my broken wrist to be set.
“Where is she?” I heard a familiar deep male voice ask.
“In here,” I called out reluctantly.
Moments later a scowling bearded giant was standing at the foot of my bed.
“Fuck woman you scared the shit out of me. I wouldn’t have known you were hurt if I hadn’t gone to your house. Are you okay? Who do I need to talk to?”
“Why were you at my house?”
“Because I needed to see you,” he growled.
I was going to ask more questions but the doctor finally came in.
“You ready to have that wrist set Ms. Hart? I see you declined anything for the pain. Do you want anything now?”
“No I’ll wait and take something when I get home,” I replied.
“Why won’t you take the medicine?” Beard quietly asked me.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
Beard stayed silent until I was settled in his truck and we were leaving the hospital.
“Why did you call Grace and not me?”
“Because Mia’s preschool would have asked a million questions if I said a giant bearded man was going to pick my daughter up.”
“I’ll give you that one but why didn’t you call me I would have come and sat with you so you weren’t alone,” he said his voice getting lower with each word.
“Why do you even care?” I fired back. I was tired, sore, and grumpy. The worst combination when it came to being bitchy.
“I care because I like you Regan. A lot and as much as I know you can’t fathom letting someone into your life for fear of being hurt I have to tell you.”
“But we don’t even know one another,” I argued.
“Did you know everything there was to know about your husband?” He asked.
“Yes.”
“Did you ever for one moment think he would divorce you and abandon his child?”
“No,” I whispered
“I’m in the same boat as you Regan. I knew everything about my wife. But not once did I think she would throw me aside like a piece of trash. I’m to old to let love slip through my fingers because it doesn’t follow societies fucking rules. I’ve never felt such an intense connection to someone like I did the other night when I met you.”
We rode in silence the rest of the way to my house. Beard rushed out of the truck to help me down. I could have managed but I was becoming stiffer and sorer the longer I sat.
“Come on baby let’s get you inside and into a warm bath. Help ease those aches a little.”
“I can’t get my cast wet,” I reminded him.
“I’ve water proofed a few casts in my day. I’ve got you covered.”
“What about getting undressed? I think I’ll take a few pain meds and go to bed.”
“You’re not gettin’ shy on me are you woman? You forget what we did last night?” Beard grinned.
“But you didn’t see me completely naked.”
“Stop making up excuses. You’re taking a bath. I’m stripping every piece of clothing off you and then you’ll relax while I make you something to eat. And don’t even think about asking me why I’m being so nice,” he said cutting me off as the words were about to pass my lips.
Grace gave me a rundown of the evening making me feel better about having missed putting my daughter to bed two nights in a row.
Grace left and Beard led me into the bathroom and sat me down on the toilet to wrap my cast.
With a tub full of warm water I reluctantly let Beard help me take my clothes off. The bruises were beginning to show and I could feel the tears wanting to break fee as this gruff giant kissed every last one before helping me into the tub.
“Lay back and relax,” he said kissing my forehead before he gathered my clothes and left to get me food.
The tears I had been holding back the moment he stood in front of me in the ER finally came pouring out.
Chapter 11
Beard
After tonight I had a feeling getting through the thick wall Regan had built around herself would become easier. I had expected a lot more protest when I shoved my way into her life and took over tonight. I was sure once we were at her house she would have insisted Grace stay, but she didn’t.
I looked around for some soup but found none. I sent Tank a message asking him to bring some over. Fifteen minutes later an annoyed Tank was at the front door.
“You do realize I’m not a prospect anymore,” he grumbled.
“Yeah, yeah. You’re also probably the only sober one right now who doesn’t have a woman to go home to.”
“Fair point. Need anything else?”
“Nah I’m good now,” I grinned.
I heated the soup on the stove not wanting to risk using the microwave and waking Mia.
I had updated this house with a more modern bathroom, including a soaking tub. I was glad I had. Who knew I would need it one day to keep the love of my life comfortable. I knocked lightly on the bathroom door before I went in.
“You ready for something to eat?”
Regan opened her eyes but didn’t move from the reclined position she was in. Her wrist was propped on a towel and she had managed to get another towel under her head.
“I don’t think I can move,” she said sleepily.
“You gonna make me do all the work,” I joked as I settled on the floor next to the tub. “Here have a bite,” I said and held out the spoonful of chicken soup.
Regan lifted her head and took a bite.
“Why does soup always taste better when you don’t feel good?”
“I think we just think it does,” I smiled and got another spoonful.
“You’re probably right. But for tonight I’m going to believe it has magical powers.”
“You ready to get out?” I asked when the bowl was finished.
“Yeah this water is getting cold.”
Regan tried to stand up herself but between the wrist and the soreness setting in she didn’t get far. I easily lifted her out and wrapped a giant towel around her.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“No problem baby,” I
said.
I got Regan into a baggy t-shirt and tucked in bed. I was about to leave when she stopped me.
“Wait. Can you do me one more favor?”
“Anything.”
“Can you stay over? It’s just that once I’m asleep after taking pain meds I’m out until they wear off. If something happens in the middle of the night and Mia needs me I’ll be useless,” Regan said the last part with tears in her eyes.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“You’re too good Beard.”
“Nah just crazy about you. Get some rest. I’ll be on the couch when you wake up.”
“You don’t need to sleep on the couch.”
“You sure about that?”
“You wouldn’t fit,” she giggled.
“Alright, I’m gonna go eat some food myself. Rest,” I kissed her softly on the lips and left.
The wall was crumbling faster than I expected.
I woke up hours later in Regan’s bed to the sounds of her moaning. I rolled over and gently caressed her cheek.
“Wake up baby I think you need to take something for your wrist,” I said gently stroking her cheek.
Regan’s eyes flew open.
“What? No, I’m okay.”
“You sure? You were moaning in your sleep.”
“I was? Well I’m good I don’t need anything for my wrist,” she said and tried to turn away from me.
I realized then the moans weren’t of pain.
“You need something else don’t you?” I asked and positioned myself on my hands and knees over her.
“No,” Regan said not looking at me.
“What happened to the vixen from last night who took what she wanted?” I challenged.
“She realized she was being selfish,” Regan confessed.
“How you gonna teach your daughter how a real man should love her if you never have a real man in your life?” I asked.
“Don’t say things like that. You sound too wise and I don’t like it,” Regan whispered with a pout.
“I’m gonna keep saying it until you believe it. Even if you and I don’t work out I will always be there for you and your daughter. You live in my town now and we take care of our own.”
“But how do I know you’re going to be there?” She asked with tears streaming down her face.
“When I say something I mean it. The rest is up to you baby. You’ve got to take a chance and let a man into your heart again.”
“It’s so hard.”
“Loving someone is never easy.”
Regan lay silent for a moment. When she finally looked at me I could see the mischievous glint in her eyes.
“You should probably go lock the bedroom door.”
“You sure? I’m not going to argue but you’ve been knocked around and I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Lock the door.”
I leapt from the bed and stripped my shirt off as I walked back to the goddess who had landed in my life.
“You sure about this?” I asked one last time.
“I’m sure.”
I gently pulled Regan closer to the end of the bed. I wasn’t going to deny her but I also didn’t want to hurt her.
I sat her up and pulled the t-shirt from her body. I had already seen her naked but it still took my breath away. I dipped my head and captured one nipple between my lips. The taste of her skin was sweeter than the night before.
“Harder,” she begged.
I obliged and sucked harder on the nipple in my mouth. My hands found her other nipple and pinched the sensitive flesh. A few more licks and nips and I moved my mouth to the other breast.
My hand travelled lower and slid through Regan’s already wet pussy. I needed her on my lips again. Laying her down on the bed I kissed my way down and groaned as my tongue swept through her sweet juices.
“You are a fucking goddess,” I growled before I teased my tongue over her clit.
I lifted my eyes to find Regan playing with her nipples. I chuckled at the expression on her frustrated face when I realized she was in need of an extra hand.
“You need some help baby?” I asked in between swiping my tongue over her clit.
“Please,” she moaned.
I moved a hand to her neglected breast and pinched her nipple the same moment I slid two fingers in her.
“Yes,” Regan gasped.
“Look at me Regan. I need to see your eyes when you come,” I commanded before I returned to playing with her clit.
Within moments I could feel Regan pulsing around my fingers. I pinched her nipple and swirled my tongue around her clit and she exploded. Her gaze never leaving mine.
I stripped the rest of my clothes off and grabbed a condom from my wallet. Regan was still floating down from her orgasm when I kissed her. I broke the kiss off and dragged her hips to the edge of the bed. The bed was tall enough that I could easily enter her standing.
“You sure about this baby?” I asked one final time.
“I need you inside of me now,” Regan growled.
I didn’t waste any more time and thrust into her.
“Oh my god,” she quietly moaned and wiggled her hips to try and pull me in deeper.
A few more slow thrusts and I was ready to explode. Regan needed to come one more time though. “Fuck you feel so good.”
I moved her legs to wrap around me and circled her clit with my thumb to build her back up. “Come for me one more time baby.”
I leaned down to play with Regan’s nipples. I softly bit one and was rewarded with her moans of pleasure. Moving to the other nipple I bit her again and this time she exploded. Her pussy squeezed my cock sending me over the edge.
Chapter 12
Regan
I woke up feeling both achy and content. The orgasms Beard had wrung out of me were deliciously toe curling but when I went to sit up the aches from my accident were ruined my happy mood.
“Mommy,” Mia yelled down the hall before bursting in to my room.
“What sweetheart?” I asked and pulled the covers up further. I wasn’t normally naked in bed.
“We’re having pancakes for breakfast!”
“Not today. Mommy isn’t feeling up to making pancakes.”
“Mommy Mr. Grant’s making them,” she said as if I should already know this.
“Oh he is?”
“Yeah I came in this morning to ask you to make some but he told me you need to rest because you got a booboo on your wrist. I showed him where everything was and he said he’d make them.”
I was shocked at how we had skipped over the entire part about a man being in bed with mommy but I ignored it for now.
“Did you tell Mr. Grant thank you?”
“Oh yea Mommy and I even got to help. I poured all the ingredients and Mr. Grant did the hot stuff.”
“Why don’t you go finish helping and mommy will be right there.”
“Okay,” she yelled as she ran out of the room.
Crap. How was I supposed to explain Beard to Mia?
I didn’t have to wait long for the topic to come up though. Mia decided the middle of breakfast was the perfect time to bring up the subject.
“Mommy why was Mr. Grant in your bed?”
I froze. A quick glance to Beard and he was trying not to laugh.
“You want me to take this one?” He asked quietly.
Sure I thought. Let’s see what he’ll tell a four year old about why mommy had a man in her bed.
“Go for it,” I replied.
“Mia sometimes when mommies are adults they make friends with other adults and have sleepovers.”
“Like mommy and Ms. Katy did one time. They let me stay up late and eat ice cream with them. Did you eat ice cream without me?” Mia asked seriously.
“No ice cream last night,” Beard grinned. “Now Mia, when you’re a kid you can only have sleepovers with your friends that are girls. When you get older like your mom and I then you can maybe think about having sleep overs with
boys.”
“Eww,” she said. “Boys are yucky.”
“Perfect,” Beard said. “Just keep telling’ yourself that Mia and we’ll be golden. How was that?” He asked looking at me.
“Very age appropriate and it appears we won’t have to worry about boys for a little while,” I smiled. “You’re right Mia. Boys can be yucky.”
Mia ran off to play and Beard cleared the table.
“Boys are yucky, huh?” He asked sliding his hands up my shoulders and massaging my neck.
“Very,” I smiled letting my head fall back against his stomach.
“Boys may be yucky,” he whispered in my ear. “But men are naughty.”
I shivered at the way his words made me feel.
“I’ve got to get to the bar but I want you to call me if you need anything,” he said sliding his hand forward to tilt my head back. His large hand on my throat should have felt threatening but the way he caressed my cheek with his thumb had me craving more.
“Is this you being naughty?”
“Fuck no,” he whispered on my lips. “Have a good day,” he smiled with one more kiss.
I was left sitting at the empty kitchen table aching.
“Well this is new,” I said aloud.
I spent the entire day sitting on the couch trying to play when I could with Mia. I did manage to complete my first week of lesson plans so the day wasn’t entirely wasted. By three o’clock though I was stiff, my wrist hurt, and it appeared I had gotten some serious whiplash because my neck was getting harder and harder to turn.
I finally broke down and called Beard.
“What’s up baby?”
“Can you do me a favor and stop and get something for Mia to eat. I can’t cook dinner. I’m too sore and can barely move my neck.”
“Already got you covered. I’ll be over by five.”
“Thank you. I appreciate it.”
I hung up feeling flustered. Even when Mia was a baby I had never felt this helpless.
“Mommy let’s play doctor. I’ll be the doctor and you be the patient.”
“Can I lay down on the couch and let you help me?”
