“Then you let him stay with you,” Jessie offered. “But the most logical thing for this little prick Threadgill to go after is you.”
I shook my head. “Dr. Threadgill—Tyson—doesn’t seem like the type to do what y’all are accusing him of. And honestly, what he’s doing—or whomever you think is responsible for it—is being petty. Arresting two men in their club isn’t grounds for hurting people. If what you say is true, Hoax isn’t the first person that they’ve gone after, and for what? What is it accomplishing?”
“Cutting us off from our allies,” Jessie murmured. “And alienating the people we call friends. So, when whatever they’re planning comes to fruition, we won’t have anyone to call for help if we need it.”
“Except you will.” I shook my head. “All it’s going to do is piss us off.”
“Where were you going to before you came here?” Linc interjected.
“Free,” Steel answered instantly. “That was the logical next step. Silas was going to take care of it, but something came up that forced him to stay at home.”
“What?” I questioned.
“Not what, who,” he murmured. “His granddaughter got assaulted while in boot camp. Silas is busy at home trying to keep Sebastian, the granddaughter’s father, under control. It wouldn’t look good for Sebastian to go killing any army officers who were responsible for hurting his baby.”
“Oh shit,” Bayou cursed. “I’d love to get the full story there after they have more information.”
I looked over at Bayou. “Why?”
He paused, honestly considering whether to answer me or not. He came to a decision and turned to face me fully. His eyes met mine, and I had a weird feeling that he didn’t want to be looking at me.
Weird.
“Because I was army for eight years—military police—before I took a bullet in the ass and decided maybe it was the best time to go.” He shrugged. “This shit? Her getting assaulted in boot camp? Not gonna be good. Not gonna be good at all.”
I sighed. “Maybe they’re doing both.” I switched gears back to the topic at hand. “We’re fairly close. Forty-five minutes. Maybe that’s why Threadgill is working in Kilgore. He’s only got a three-month contract, by the way. He’s covering for a doctor who had to have surgery. He’s only got two months left before he’s done.”
“That’s what we were thinking, too.” Steel stood up and gathered plates. “That’s where we’re headed next. Little prick Threadgill is good—though we know him as Tantor. But we’re hoping to see a few of his crew at some point. Maybe let them know that their scare tactics aren’t working.”
“Well,” I hesitated. “They’re kind of working. They’re taking out a few of the pawns on the board.”
Steel exhaled deeply, and I stood to walk over to him.
The moment I was close enough, I threw my arms around him and squeezed him tight.
“I’ll be okay, Steel. Linc will watch out for me,” I told him softly.
Well, I hadn’t asked him yet or anything, but I had no doubt in my mind that he’d be very careful with me.
Linc and I were a long time coming. This thing we had was meant to be.
And just like I wouldn’t let anything happen to him, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that he’d do the same for me.
Steel turned from where he was rinsing off the dishes in the sink and wrapped those steely arms of his around my head, squeezing just this side of too tight.
“Don’t think that you’re going to get much breathin’ space, girl.” He laughed softly. “Linc is worse than I am.”
I turned my head to stare at the man in question and saw his eyes on me. They were soft as he took us in.
He winked at me and turned to address something his father said to him, and I sighed.
“I’ll let him stay with me, but if he gets to be too much of a handful, I’ll just kick him out and do it alone,” I teased.
Steel gave me one more squeeze that made my ears hurt, then let me go.
His eyes studied my face for a long moment, and then a smile appeared on his face. “There was one other reason that I didn’t think it was a good idea for y’all to be together.”
I frowned. “What?”
“Y’all are super fucking intense apart. Together it’s like nothing can penetrate that shell y’all’ve made for yourself. Don’t let yourself go blind to the world outside because all you can do is focus on each other.”
With that, he patted me on the cheek and walked away, stopping to slam his hand down on Linc’s shoulder.
At one time, that move might’ve rocked my man.
But now? As big and muscular as he was? He hadn’t even flinched, let alone rocked him.
“Take care of my girl, or I’ll kill you.”
I snorted, but Linc stood up and turned so that he could face Steel fully.
“As long as there’s breath in my body…”
He left the rest hanging, but Linc’s words made my heart jump in reaction.
God, did this man have any idea what he did to me?
“Gag,” Bayou grumbled and stood. “All of y’all fools falling in love around me. Just keep that shit on your side of the fence, for Christ’s sake.”
I rolled my eyes and walked away, heading to the bedroom where I had to get dressed and get my hair dried before it permanently set into its wavy, never going to be tamed ways.
Just as I was heading out, Linc caught me by the wrist and made me stay. Bayou made his way up to Steel just as I turned and regarded Linc.
“Stopped by and saw your grandpa on the way here,” Steel said as he stuck out his massive hand.
Bayou seemed to go preternaturally still.
“How’s my pop doin’?” Bayou asked, offering his hand to Steel.
Steel took it and shook it before letting it go.
“Dixie is staying young.” Steel grinned wide.
Bayou held up the hand that Steel had just shaken. “That’s enough. I really don’t want to know.”
I did.
Eyes gleaming, I said, “What did you walk in on him doing?”
Bayou reached out and pushed my face away, causing me to laugh.
Linc walked up behind me and secured his arm around my waist, pulling me back into him once again.
“Nobody wants to know what their parents or grandparents are doing,” Linc teased. “It’s gross.”
“It’s not gross,” I paused. “When it’s not your family.”
“Well then let me tell you about what I walked in on your parents doing,” Jessie started to laugh.
I made a gagging sound. “Grossssss!”
Everybody had a good chuckle at that, and I noticed that Steel didn’t look the least bit repentant on being caught doing anything to my mother.
Yuck.
Chapter 12
Dating Conleigh sometimes requires you to answer questions like ‘What’s the name of the guy that played in that movie from before I was born?’
-Linc to his father
Linc
A thousand thoughts were zipping through my head, and not one of them didn’t center at least a little bit around the woman that I loved.
Yes, that’s right. The woman that I loved.
There was no denying that fact.
I’d loved her since she was sixteen and in a perpetually bad mood.
Now, at the age of twenty-four, I only loved her more.
It was a deeper, purer kind of love that I knew could withstand the test of time.
Anything could be thrown at us, and we’d persevere.
What I felt for Conleigh was like a homing beacon in my soul. It told me that I was going in the right direction, as long as Conleigh was in my sights and my destination.
“Yo,” Joe said, interrupting my thoughts. “Are you going to use that machine, or just lay on it?”
I flipped Joe off and started to bench press the set and stopped when Joe
leaned over and pushed his crotch into my face.
“God.” I shoved the weights up hard. “You’re such a dick.”
Joe started laughing and jumped back just in time to miss having his dick and balls hit with three hundred and fifty pounds.
Once I racked the weights, I sat up and offered him my best glare.
I was able to hold the glare for all of two point five seconds before I burst out laughing.
That was just another example of why Joe was never going to grow up.
I didn’t think it would ever be possible for him either, to be honest.
He’d forever be a kid at heart, and kids were still fascinated with things like fart jokes and their wieners.
Joe bent over to laugh. “You should’ve seen your face.”
The door to the weight room slammed shut, signaling someone entering, but neither one of us turned around to welcome the newcomer.
“You wouldn’t have been saying it was funny when I took off your dick with the bar.” I tossed my sweaty towel at the little shit.
“Why would anybody be taking a dick off while y’all are lifting weights?” Conleigh asked from behind me.
I looked at the woman—my woman—over my shoulder and grinned. She was all hot and sweaty and I wanted to lick every single drop of it off her body. Slowly.
Today she’d come to the players’ gym with me and alternated between running and power walking around the track while I got some weights in. Since I wasn’t supposed to be more than an hour, she’d agreed to hang around and work out—though she said that she might very well combust, and I might have to peel her remains off the track once I was done.
She was wearing these tiny little skin-tight black short-shorts, a black tank top that had PINK in cursive stretched across the boobs, and her hair was up in a messy ponytail. Hell, even her sneakers matched her outfit.
She had a bead of sweat that was clinging to the stray wisps of hair that were too short to go up into her ponytail, and while I was watching, the droplet traveled down the front of her neck and disappeared into the valley of her breasts.
Jesus Christ.
My dick was now hard, and I still had two more sets to go.
I swallowed hard and looked away, gesturing for Joe to take the bench, then thought better of it when I thought about where I would have to stand in order to spot him.
There was no way that he couldn’t have a spotter with this much weight on the bar.
Joe went to take his spot, and I held up a finger. “One second.”
“Why?”
I gestured to my dick that was tenting the front of my pants, and Joe snorted. “I’ll go grab a Gatorade from the training room.”
I rolled my eyes and said, “If you do that, neither one of us is going to finish this set.”
“What are y’all talking about?” Conleigh wondered, shouldering her way in between us. “Do you think that I could lift this?”
She laid down on the bench and placed her hands on the bar, pushing up with I guessed everything that she had. The bar didn’t budge.
“Shit, that’s heavy!” she said. “How the hell do you lift that?”
I grinned and found my eyes once again going to her breasts, which were now pushing up by her chin due to the way she was laying. “Practice and perseverance.”
“Seriously,” Joe said. “I’ll be back in ten…” At the shake of my head, Joe sighed. “Twenty minutes.”
With that, he was gone, leaving me alone to stare at Conleigh some more.
“What’s so bad about the training room?” she asked, doing an ab curl and ducking under the bar as she stood.
Once she was upright, she bent over the bench, one foot planted on either side, and stretched out her hamstrings by touching her toes. Her hair dragged along the padded bench, and I could make out the outline of her thong beneath her extremely tight shorts.
There was no help for it.
At least none that I could see.
“Hey, come here for a minute,” I snapped my fingers, gesturing with my head.
Like the trusting woman she was, she followed behind me.
I led her down the short hallway to a closet that I knew was empty and opened the door.
“Where are we…” she started.
I pushed her inside and followed her in, slamming the door closed behind us. As the room was plunged into blackness, she gasped. “Linc!”
Before she could say another word, I was on her.
I pressed the entire length of my body up against her back and crowded her into the rows of shelves that were at the back of the small room.
Once she had nowhere else to go, I urgently lifted the hem of her tank up with one hand and slipped my other hand into her shorts.
She gasped the moment that my fingers delved in between her smooth pussy lips, and I groaned when I felt the tiny little bundle of nerves so hard and ready.
My girl knew exactly what she was doing to me. Likely, that had been her plan all along—since the moment that she’d dressed in this outfit that morning.
After her test, we went to my place and grabbed a couple of changes of clothes, as well as a few toiletries and perishables out of my fridge. At her house, she gave me a corner of a drawer to put my things away.
I’d, of course, seen her grab the clothes she was currently wearing out of that drawer, but never in a thousand years could anything I had imagined do justice to what she actually looked like wearing them.
“Ever since you put these shorts on.” I twisted my fingers. “I’ve thought about nothing but this.”
She felt silky and smooth on my rough fingers, and the more I drove them into her, the wetter she got.
Grinding my erection into her, I said, “I’m going to fuck you right here.”
With that, I plunged two fingers into her pussy, loving the way she whimpered and pushed back into me.
My cock was hard as a rock, but I could die happy right now knowing that my life was finally complete.
Having Conleigh in my arms had been my dream for so long that I still couldn’t believe that she was mine, and she was willing to make a go of us.
“Linc.” She grabbed onto my wrist, her tiny fingers not even making it all the way around the girth. “I’m close.”
I could tell. Her pussy had tightened on the invasion and hadn’t let up since.
“Then come,” I suggested.
Her hips shifted, and she started grinding her clit into the palm of my hand.
It was the hottest thing I’d ever felt in my life, her coming on my hand.
Seconds after I’d told her to, she came apart completely. Her pussy clamped down on my fingers that were slowly rocking inside of her, and my hand was drenched in her juices.
Without taking too much time to think, I pulled my hand away, shoved the world’s sexiest shorts down and bent her over.
The moment I had her where I wanted her, I left one hand on her ass, spreading her juices in an arc with my wandering thumb, and the other went to the front of my shorts.
Once my cock was exposed, I took it and aimed it at her entrance.
Luckily, I found her on the first attempt and slowly slid inside.
Ecstasy and agony rolled over me in a double-edged sword.
She felt like hot silk as I filled her.
My stomach cramped with how hard I tightened my abs, but there was not one second where I contemplated stopping. A stomach cramp was well and truly worth it if I got to feel her wrapped tightly around me.
I moved in and out of her, at first just loving the way she felt, only to realize that the angle we had was all wrong due to our height differences, and a quarter of my length wasn’t even making it inside of her each thrust.
I pulled out of her and turned her around quickly, grabbing her around the waist with both hands and lifting her up high.
Once I had her where I wanted her, I pinned her to the shelves with my uppe
r body and grabbed my still-wet-with-her-juices dick and eased it back inside of her.
This time, there wasn’t a single centimeter that didn’t fill her completely, and I felt her entire body lock with how deep I was able to go.
The moan that left her lips when she felt my cock plunge deep inside her made my heart pound in my chest.
My God, she was so fucking hot and wet.
I was gliding in and out of her like I was made to be there. Her wetness was coating my cock and dripping down to my balls which were slapping against her ass with each measured thrust.
Whatever the fuck was on the shelf that I had braced Conleigh against was rattling with our movements, and every few thrusts, something would fall off.
All I could hope was that it wasn’t something fucking poisonous, because at that moment in time, I couldn’t have stopped even if I accidentally mixed a homemade bomb by blending together whatever cleaning chemicals that were dropping at my feet.
My balls started to draw up, and before I could tell her that I was close, the hand that was resting on my shoulder curled. Her nails dug deeply into my shoulder, and I had half a second to think that she was breaking the surface with those tiny claws when she started to pulse around me.
Then her breath caught in her throat, and she went rigid before a cry left her mouth.
Seconds after that, her pussy clamped down on my cock so hard that my eyes crossed.
My balls exploded, and my release shot out of me so fast that I had no hope of even contemplating pulling out of her.
Lucky for me that she was on the pill—a recent addition to her routine which was good as we were incapable of doing it the smart way. Had she not been, her lie of being pregnant by me wouldn’t be a lie anymore.
Long, hard pulses of cum shot out of me and into her, filling her up so full that I was sure I’d be dripping out of her for hours.
Something else dropped to the floor, and this time glass shattered.
I had half a second to wonder what it was when Conleigh’s hand fisted in my hair and yanked hard.
And all of a sudden, just like that, it was over.
I was breathing like I’d just run eight miles, and my legs felt like they’d give out any second. But it was my arms—the way they were screaming at me after the abuse I’d put them through already this morning—that let me know I had about two point five seconds to put her down or they’d drop her.
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