My Bad (Bear Bottom Guardians MC 4)
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By the time he finally emerged from the bathroom, turning out all the lights as he went, I was well and truly ready for him.
When the covers pulled back beside me, I waited impatiently for him to crawl in with me.
The moment that he was settled and the blanket was once again flat, I moved.
But, so did he.
And we bumped our foreheads together.
Like a couple of dumbasses.
“Oww,” I whined.
The beginning of another headache started almost instantly, and I nearly cried out in sadness.
“Shit,” Hoax growled. “I’m sorry.”
He wrapped me up in his arms and pressed his lips to my forehead, a little bit off center from where we’d connected just a few seconds before.
“Head hurt again?” he asked worriedly.
“A little,” I lied.
“Such a little liar,” he called me out. “What am I going to do with you?”
I had a few ideas.
Love me was one of them, but we weren’t at that stage in our relationship just yet.
One day we would be, but we weren’t there right then.
I scooted closer until he could feel my nipples dragging across his skin, and he tensed. “Weren’t you wearing a shirt just a minute ago?”
“Yes,” I replied. “But I wanted you to come in here and do naughty things to me, so I took it off.”
“Is that right?” he drawled, sliding his hands up and down my back.
He pressed another kiss to my forehead, this time with wet lips, and then drew back so he could blow.
I closed my eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.
Who knew that would feel good?
I certainly had no idea.
Then his talented mouth started to do other things. Things that made me feel all tingly inside and out.
My nipples hardened, and goosebumps started to break out all over my skin as he traced his lips up and down the length of my neck, pressing kisses here and there periodically.
One hand went up into my hair, while the other went down to my thigh and hitched it up over his hip, exposing me to his now probing fingers.
I shivered and moaned, scooting impossibly closer to him, and sandwiched his cock between our bodies.
When I went to reach down and grasp him, he shook his head. “No, I want to touch you first. If you touch me, I’ll lose it.”
I curled my hands into fists and left them pressed against his back, trying to obey his orders.
I was sure that I’d break them sooner or later, but for now, I’d put on the good girl act and let him think he was getting obedience out of me.
His finger swept over me delicately, and everything inside of me tightened with need.
“You’re wet as fuck,” he froze.
I smiled and searched for his lips with mine.
He moved his face to allow me to get what I wanted, and I pressed my lips to his.
“I was touching myself thinking about you while you were in the shower,” I admitted. “You took a long time.”
He chuckled. “Got it. I’ll try to take faster showers next time.”
“You do that,” I gasped when he pushed one finger inside of me to the hilt.
I arched against him, loving the way he felt inside of me. Even his finger was enough to push me right to the edge.
His cock was growing harder by the second against my lower abdomen, and it took everything I had not to reach down and grasp it with both hands.
“I love the way you sound,” he whispered against my ear, his beard tickling my neck and causing shivers to race down my sides.
I bit my lower lip and arched my neck, allowing him easier access.
His lips paused at a sensitive spot, and then he sucked the skin in between those sinful lips and pulled.
Tomorrow I’d have a hickey there. There was no doubt about it.
If I pulled too hard on my necklace, there’d be a red mark there for hours. Him actively sucking on my neck? Yeah, it’d be there for a week.
And it was in a really obvious spot, and my shirt, nor my hair, would cover it well.
Did I stop him?
Hell no.
Not only did I like the idea of his mark on me, but I also loved that he was doing it on purpose.
Not to mention it felt really, really good.
His mouth unlatched, and he moved further down, this time not stopping until his mouth met my collarbone.
I felt his penis drag against my leg, and there was no doubt that fluid was leaking out of the tip of his cock because I could feel the coolness of the fluid on my thigh as the cold air touched it.
My hands twitched again, and this time I didn’t resist. Reaching down, I searched for his cock blindly, but he laughed and pulled away even farther, making what I wanted in my hand even further out of reach.