Talkin' Trash (Bear Bottom Guardians MC 2)

I mounted the bike then held out my hand for her, loving the way she easily fit up against me.

Despite her utter filthiness, she wrapped her hands around my body and plastered herself to me.

Which was, of course, when the damn flashes started to go off.

“Hold on, darlin’.”

I started the bike and took off, and I still had to do some evasive driving to ditch the four reporters following us, hoping for Conleigh’s sake that they didn’t get the huge splash of mud on her ass in the pictures they took of us.

When we arrived at my place, Conleigh was leaning on me heavily.

Her arms were so loose around my waist that I’d locked one hand around her wrists and hadn’t let go.

When I pulled the bike into my garage and shut it off, I expected her to stir.

She didn’t.

Letting her wrist go, I gave her leg a shake and said, “Come on Sleeping Beauty. Let’s go shower.”

“I’m so tired,” she said. “I feel like I just ran a marathon,” she said without moving her face away from my back.

“Adrenaline crash,” I explained.

I got up, forcing her to either move or fall.

She moved, then gave me the cutest glare ever.

She glanced around and frowned. “I thought we were going to the clubhouse?”

I’d intended to, but when she’d started to fall asleep, I’d decided to come to my place. I had a shower at my place and a t-shirt she could slip on.

What did it matter if she didn’t have any clothes? I could go get her some tomorrow.

“We were, but then you fell asleep against me while on a motorcycle, I remembered there were only two bathrooms at the clubhouse to share between whoever wants to be there at any moment in time and remembered that I have an interview at seven tomorrow morning. I can go get you clothes afterward,” I explained, knowing she was curious.

She stood up while still straddling the bike, and then leaned over to grasp the handlebars.

I felt my cock twitch at the sight of her bent over so pretty and took a mental picture for my spank bank vault.

She threw her leg over once she was holding on, but her balance was still off and she started to teeter. I was there before the wobble could turn into a fall and helped her off the bike.

She slumped into me when I didn’t move away, the helmet on her head nearly knocking me in the chin in the process.

“Whoa,” I said, pushing her head away before she could give me a concussion. “Let’s get this off before you mess up my beautiful face.”

She laughed and started to fumble with the straps.

It took her a few tries, but eventually she got it, setting it gently on the seat.

“Sorry,” she murmured around a yawn, then straightened out of my arms and started a side shuffle toward the garage door that led into my kitchen. “Jesus, I’m tired.”

“After the day that you had.” I followed closely behind her, flicking on lights as she moved slowly in front of me. “I don’t blame you for being a zombie.”

She groaned. “I’m not getting any studying done tonight. Or tomorrow. I’m literally going to wake up and go. Make sure you get me something appropriate to wear to school for an hour. Something that at least covers my ass,” she ordered.

I bit my lip. “Yes, ma’am.”

Her issuing sleepy orders was the best thing since sliced bread.

Her being in my house, on the way to my shower, while she made those orders?

Priceless.

“Let’s go get you clean.”

She shuffled into the bathroom that was closest and slammed the door.

I closed my eyes and then leaned my head against the cool wood.

This woman had absolutely no idea what she was capable of doing to me.

None.Chapter 11Technically speaking, there is a lot of food in the house. Unfortunately, none of it is sweet or sounds good. Therefore, there is no food in the house.

-Text from Conleigh to Linc

Conleigh

I woke up alone in a strange bed, but I wasn’t too worried.

I remembered everything that had happened last night. Everything.

From the sweet way that Linc never let go of me, to the way he’d practically doted on me.

He’d luckily had the spare bathroom fully stocked with showering essentials—which I did find odd seeing as he lived alone and had no need for spare shower essentials—and I’d been able to take a shower, rinsing the day off of me along with the stupid swamp mud that felt like it’d never go away.

I was fairly sure that I still had clumps of mud in my hair, but I would worry about those later at my own place.

After my shower last night, I’d gotten out only to find that at some point Linc had deposited some clothes for me to wear—a gold and brown t-shirt that had the team’s logo on it, as well as a pair of boxer briefs that were snug despite them being made for Linc’s shapely ass.