Keep It Classy (Bear Bottom Guardians MC 7)

Or as okay as he was going to get given the circumstances.

He grinned then.

“I turned it up to high. It’ll burn the oil before they realize it’s too high, and then the rest of the turkeys will be gross,” he said, sounding unapologetic.

I found myself grinning for the first time in hours.

“That’s evil, Cas,” I teased.

He shrugged and started to drive, not saying another word as he took me to my family’s place.

It was an hour and a half early, but I decided that it wouldn’t matter.

Someone would be there.

But I was wrong.

Someone wasn’t there when we got there. Everyone was.

Literally, everyone.

Which never happened. Usually, I was one of the first to arrive, and everyone else showed up later. Walking in the door just as dinner was being served.

I watched from the truck as my uncle brought in a smoked turkey, and my aunt brought in an obviously baked one, and shook my head.

“I just want to go home,” I whispered. “Can we go home?”

Castiel’s hand tightened on mine.

“We can have fried turkey and macaroni,” he said. “And I brought some rolls from a Texas Roadhouse fundraiser. I have like eighteen dozen of those bitches. We’ll have a good Thanksgiving feast by ourselves. You can even invite your brother.”

I shook my head. “My brother texted me while I was with your mom and sister. I didn’t get it until we got into the car. He left. Something about a mission gone wrong, and he had to go and he was sorry.”

Castiel sighed. “Your dad?”

I looked down at my hands. “He’s gone, too. He started driving home. He said that that was never really his family, and they probably won’t miss him anyway.”

“Then we’re good,” he said. “We’ll start making our new Thanksgiving tradition. I have five gallons of sweet tea, macaroni, and rolls. The turkey is fried. We’re fucking golden.”

I closed my eyes and said a silent prayer.

Then I threw myself at him.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” I said into his neck. “But thank you.”

It was that night, as we were both lying in bed, that the truth finally hit me.

Why Castiel had pushed so hard in the beginning.

He didn’t want to be treated like shit by another rich woman. He didn’t want to fall for someone that was just going to break his heart in the end.

Yet…he’d still been there for me. Still given me everything that I needed despite his misgivings.

And, looking at him sleeping, his breathing steady and his eyelashes fanned lightly over the tops of his cheeks, I realized that it only made me love him more.

It also made me determined to never treat him like she had.

“I have to move my RV tomorrow,” I murmured. “There’s a four-month long-term limit at the park, and I’ve exceeded it by two weeks,” I said into the darkness. “Do you happen to know how to drive an RV?”

I’d had to beg Jubilee’s husband, Zee, to do it last time.

He’d do it again, but why ask when Castiel might be able to do it?

“I think I can manage,” he mentioned. “I used to drive tanks.” He paused. “Where are you going with it?”

I thought about that.

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I was going to park it next to Dad’s for a while, but then he left and I don’t really like that campground. I’m going to have to look around.”

“How about you just park it here…and move in.”

There was a long silence for a beat. Then two.

Before I said, “Did you just ask me to move in with you?”

He pulled me in tight.

“I did.”

“Are you sure?” I asked. “Because it’s not been very long…”

“I’m not telling you to sell your RV. And I have a hookup for it near the barn. You can park it here, hook it up, and use it. But just stay your nights with me,” he explained. “And…stay.”

I thought about it for too short of a time before saying, “Okay.”Chapter 17I need a stiff dick. And no, I didn’t mean a stiff drink.

-Text from Turner to Castiel

Turner

At first, I was convinced that moving in was the exact right decision.

It would be great. I’d sleep in his bed at night. Then, during the daylight hours when I had to work, I could go to the RV and do that, then go to the funeral home, and just come back to Castiel’s house.

It would be perfect.

I was absolutely convinced when I woke up halfway through the night to Castiel fitting his cock to my entrance and sliding inside of me.

This would be awesome!

I moaned into Castiel’s neck as he moved over me—in me. “You feel so good.”

He didn’t reply with his mouth. He thrust into me hard, letting me know that he heard me, causing me to moan all over again.

“I like it hard,” I told him.