One Chance, Fancy (Bear Bottom Guardians MC 5)

Then I was pulled back from the brink by Bayou’s hands moving up to my shoulders and pulling me closer. His thrusts went chaotic and fast, and for the first time I realized he was just as out of control as I was.

Then he was gone from inside of me, leaving me feeling confused.

And suddenly I felt the splash of heat on my belly as he came hard all over me. The heat of his release felt almost scalding, and before I could comment on it, his mouth was once again on mine.

His tongue touched mine, and suddenly we were kissing again as if our lives depended on it.

When he finally pulled away, I knew things would never be the same for me.

“I’ve never kissed a woman like that before,” he said, his breath choppy. “Once your tongue met mine, it was like I couldn’t tell myself to stop.” He licked his lips. “And we really, really need to go or someone is going to come looking for us here in a second.”

I completely agreed with him. I was honestly surprised that my sister hadn’t come over yet to demand to know where I was. Except, my body hummed for his. I wanted him back exactly where it’d been only a few seconds ago.

“I’ve never kissed a man like that before,” I paused. “Or had sex like that…ever.” I felt it needed to be pointed out.

He snorted and pulled away, his cock trailing in the pool of cum he’d left on my belly as he went. The head dragged deliciously against my over-sensitized clit as he did, and my entire body jolted with pleasure before he pulled away completely. When he was no longer touching me, I felt bereft. As if he’d taken a piece of my soul with him when he departed.

I watched in avid fascination as he pulled the towel off the rack—the one I’d hung there only a couple of hours ago—to wipe himself clean. Then I observed him as he tried in vain to tuck his cock back into his underwear, but without causing pain, that monster wasn’t about to be stuffed back in there.

I bit my lip to keep the smile off of my face.

Then the doorbell rang, causing us both to freeze.

“Shit,” he muttered.

“My sister,” I told him.

“How do you…” The doorbell rang eighteen more times before Bayou cursed. “Okay.”

I stood up from the counter and immediately felt the rapidly cooling ejaculate on my inner thigh start to make a slow glide down my leg.

He made a low growl in his throat, and I had a feeling it wasn’t due to the fact that my sister hadn’t stopped ringing the doorbell.

“Get changed,” he ordered as he reached for his pants.

Moments later they were back around his waist, and his hand was expertly tucking his still hard penis—even harder actually—back into his boxer briefs.

Then he was rebuttoning and belting his pants back up, leaving me there dirty with him and wondering how the hell I was supposed to ‘get changed’ with his daughter in the room and my sister seconds away from bursting inside the house.

She always knew when I was getting into trouble.

I guess I should feel lucky that I’d actually gotten off and so had Bayou before she’d made her appearance.

I hopped into the shower, leaving Bayou to deal with my sister who I still wasn’t quite sure that he liked.Chapter 11I like to burn my bridges while I’m still standing on them so people know I’m serious about my crazy.

-Coffee Cup

Phoebe

Let me tell you something about Brielle.

She’s fucking crazy.

Let me tell you something about Brielle when she finds out that Bayou and I are seeing each other.

She loses that ‘crazy’ and goes into ‘completely fucking lost it’ territory.

Had I known that going over to Bayou’s place would’ve put me in the position I found myself in, I never would’ve gone.

Yet, like a dumbass who was high on all things Bayou, I did.

It started out fine.

Honestly, the entire night went great.

That was until Brielle showed up. She went from pissing me off to making me want to kick her ass in a heartbeat.

First, it was the sneer she sent in my sister’s direction. Then it was the way she looked at the twins as if they were invaders in her territory.

“Could you move them so I could sit down?” Brielle asked sweetly to Hoax, who was standing next to the couch that the twins were currently sleeping on.

“No,” I said, pissed off now. “They’re sleeping. You don’t wake a sleeping baby.”

Brielle’s eyes turned to me and she sneered.

“Brielle,” Hoax said, sounding tired. “Did you hear that Bayou has a daughter?”

The ‘daughter’ in question was currently sitting in my lap playing on my phone. I was sitting next to the twins.

Brielle glanced at the little girl who didn’t bother to look up or give the woman throwing a fit in front of her even a glance. “Are you sure she’s yours?”