Keep It Classy (Bear Bottom Guardians MC 7)

“I want you bare,” I growled against her throat. “I want to come inside of you and watch as I leak out of you when I pull out.”

Her nipple tightened even farther.

Seemed like she liked the idea of that, too.

“Birth control,” I told her. “Tests. We’ll do those next week.”

I’d have to do it during a lunch break, but I’d make it happen.

If I could feel her with nothing between us? That would be the highlight of my life.

Her mouth went to my throat, and she started to suck, more than likely giving me a hickey for all to see tomorrow.

Not that I cared.

I wasn’t a stranger to hickeys, and I’d never minded them.

But having one from Turner felt different. Felt like I should cherish it.

“Harder,” she pleaded. “Just a little bit harder. I’m so close.”

I hooked one of her legs in the crook of my elbow and gave it to her harder, but not faster.

Then I ground myself into her at the end of each thrust, adding a twist of my hips that had her screaming at the top of her lungs.

Seconds later, ears still ringing, she started to pulse around me, coming so hard that I could feel it in every inch of my cock as she contracted around me like I’d never been squeezed before.

I grunted and felt my balls draw up, hating that I’d be coming into a condom instead of her tight heat.

I closed my eyes and imagined filling her anyway, causing my rhythm to finally slip.

It turned jerky and fast as I took her, trying hard to make myself remain in a little bit of control.

It was no use, though.

I had no control.

And I didn’t want it, either.

My body pulsed as my release hit me. Spurts of cum filled the tip of the condom, and the breathing in my chest stalled out as my eyes closed and my mouth went tight.

“Fuuuuck,” I growled. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Her arms tightened around my neck as she saw me through my own release, her breath just as fast and choppy as mine.

And when I finally came around enough to realize that I’d given her all of my body weight, I found the energy to hook her around the hips and reverse our positions.

It was a tough task seeing as the couch wasn’t made for such acrobatics, but eventually I accomplished my task and had her exactly where I wanted her.

She laid her face against my chest and panted softly.

I moved one hand up to curl around the back of her neck. The other went to her back, slowly trailing the tips of my fingers down her spine.

There was no telling how long we stayed like that.

Too long, likely, since I could feel my cock losing mass.

I pulled out of her and reached for the condom as I did, yanking it off and tying it at the end before dropping it over the side of the couch.

She didn’t say a word for long seconds, and neither did I.

But eventually reality rolled in, and I was left being responsible.

“I can’t stay,” I muttered as I pressed one last kiss to her throat. “I have to get to work early in the morning, and the cat needs food.”

She frowned. “What cat?”

I grinned. “The one that lives in my house. I was out of food yesterday and had to feed it slices of ham. I have to run by the store on the way home, too. Which is another reason I really need to go.”

She shook her head and brushed her hair out of her face. “Okay.”

She looked sad, and I felt my heart squeeze.

“Come back with me,” I offered.

She shook her head and pushed up off me.

“I need to stay here,” she said. “I have to do it sometime.”

I brushed some of her hair out of her face and said, “Did you talk to your dad today?”

She nodded.

“He calls me every day,” she admitted. “I think he’s lost.”

“You have something for thirty-one years like he did, someone that’s always there no matter what you do, it’s hard to function without that,” I admitted. “I watched my grandfather try to function without my grandmother for a year before he finally got the hang of it.”

She smoothed her hair back once again, and I grinned at the exasperated look that crossed her face.

“I’m getting this cut before the funeral,” she whispered.

I immediately started shaking my head. “Don’t.”

She studied my face for a few long seconds and then sighed. “My momma liked it, too. That’s why it’s so long.”

“It’s beautiful,” I whispered. “Just like you.”

***

It was as I was walking back out to my bike that I saw the same man that was leaning against his car earlier still there, only now he wasn’t smoking. He was also looking mighty pissed.

“How’s it goin’?” I muttered as I passed.