My Bad (Bear Bottom Guardians MC 4)

And when he was done, and finally set me on my feet, still he did not let my gaze go.

I licked my lips and felt my face flush.

I wasn’t embarrassed over what we just did. In fact, I was completely and utterly comfortable with everything that I did with this man.

It didn’t matter if we were in my shower at home, at my work in the break room, or in a public bathroom at the airport.

Anytime. Anywhere.

As long as it was with him.

He reached over my shoulder and yanked a paper towel free of the dispenser, and it made an ugly, grinding sound.

I turned and looked, seeing that it was one of those automatic dispensing ones.

“I’m not sure that’s how those work,” I teased him as he wiped his cock off with half the paper towel he’d managed to tear free while holding out the other half to me.

I took the towel and reached under my dress, cleaning myself up.

Sex was messy.

Not only were there my juices to worry about, but there were also now his.

And even when I think I got it all, I still managed to leak for at least the next six hours.

After cleaning up and washing my hands, I resituated my underwear, smoothed down my dress, and finally addressed the elephant in the room.

“You ready?” I whispered, looking at him standing behind me in the mirror.

He nodded only once.

And I had a feeling that was the only nod he was able to get out of himself.

“Okay.” I stepped away from the sink and gestured toward it. “You might want to wash me off your fingers.”

He snickered. “Yeah, I might want to do that.”

Once he was finished, I handed him a paper towel, dispensed the correct way, and reached for the door.

I wasn’t surprised to see that there was no one paying attention. The airport we were at was small.

The only person that noticed us coming out was Brielle across the room, who didn’t bother to hide her anger.

I let my eyes flash over her and move to the security person who was standing there looking bored.

“You ready?” he asked me, placing his hand on my belly and pulling me into him.

I leaned my head into his chest and nodded my head. “Ready when you are.”

“Funny,” he said roughly. “I’m not nearly as ready as I should be.”

I shook my head and turned in his arms.

He dropped his bag and curled both of his massive, strong arms around me, squeezing me so tight I squeaked.

“Love you across Texas and back,” he whispered against my hair.

Then he was walking to security, handing the security officer his boarding pass, and walking through the big scanner that went a complete three-sixty around his body.

The moment he reclaimed his bag, he turned and winked at me, blowing me a kiss.

I reached down and caught it, pressing it against my mouth.

He laughed and turned, never looking back.

A large body came to stand beside me, and Bayou’s voice was low and deep as he said, “If you come stand at the top of the stairs, you can see him and then watch his plane depart.”

I shook my head. “I don’t want him to see me cry.”

Bayou’s arm went around my shoulder. “You’re allowed to cry.”

I shook my head. “He doesn’t need to see me crying. That’s an asshole move.”

He laughed. “You’re good for him, girl.”

I felt my throat tighten just a little bit farther. Bayou’s approval meant a lot to me, because he was a large part of Hoax’s life. It was important that he liked me.

“Then we’ll wait until his plane is called, then we’ll go up there. Deal?”

I nodded. “Deal.”

By the time his plane was called for boarding, I’d semi-gotten myself under control.

By the time we climbed the stairs, and could see over the security desks to the large picture window that showed Hoax’s plane—and Hoax the only one getting on it—I was back in near hysterics again.

But Hoax could likely see me and I didn’t want him to know just how badly I didn’t want him to go.

I wouldn’t take that from him. I wouldn’t taint his job with my insecurities.

I would be a big girl, and I would pull my big girl panties up and get myself under control!

Then he sent me a text as he was walking into the plane, and I lost it.

Hoax: Across Texas and back, pretty girl. Don’t forget me.

I typed out one word. Never.Chapter 14Telling people your favorite part of your job is ‘I sometimes get to shoot people’ isn’t something you should start a conversation off with.

-E-mail from Hoax to Pru

Hoax

I felt like I’d left a piece of my heart in Texas.

“Look who it is,” an amused voice drawled. “It’s like a ghost!”

I flipped off Hammer, real name Jenkins, and kept walking.

Rush and Shuff, another two from my team, met me at the door with huge bear hugs.