Mess Me Up (Bear Bottom Guardians MC 1)

Once turning on the shower with one hand, I dropped her onto the bathroom mat and waited for it to heat.

She felt tiny and delicate in my arms, and she was smiling up at me like I’d just made her world.

“What?” I asked quietly.

“Nothing.” She shook her head. “I’m just looking.”

“You’re making me have a complex,” I told her, running my hand over my beard. “Do I have something in my beard?”

Other than her?

“No,” she said, letting her eyes trail up and down my body. “I guess I’m just surprised that someone like you would want anything to do with me.”

I yanked her closer to me, and my dick flared to life.

It was more than obvious how I felt about her.

“Who wouldn’t want you?” I asked. “You’re hot, honey.”

She snorted and reached up to remove the haphazard ponytail from her hair. “Sure. We’ll go with that.”

Then she tossed it in the vicinity of the sink and stepped into the shower, leaving me trailing behind her like a puppy.

“You don’t believe me?” I inquired.

She brought her thumb and pointer finger to her side and pinched some of the fat. “I don’t need to be told that I’m overweight to know that I’m overweight. I have a pretty face, but pretty faces don’t matter when you’re ugly everywhere else.”

I would’ve laughed had I not known that she was a hundred percent serious.

“You’re not fat,” I told her. “You’re shapely. Curvy. And sweet. I want to eat you up and never let you go.”

She blushed and shifted her legs, her thighs rubbing together as she did.

I watched her nipples stiffen.

“I think we’ll have to try cunnilingus again,” she teased. “Maybe I was just being a big baby.”

I dropped down to my knees in the shower and threw her leg over my shoulder. “Sure.”

But, unlike before, she wasn’t on a stable surface, so when she screamed and jumped as my beard tickled her naughty bits, she fell straight to the floor.

“Owwwww!” she cried and laughed all at the same time.

I looked down at her sprawled indelicately on the ground and smiled. “So…note to self. No more doing that in the shower. Stable, soft surfaces only.”Chapter 14Whoopty fuckin’ do.

-Coffee Cup

Rome

I wasn’t sure what day would bring as night disappeared, and the sun replaced the moon in the sky.

What I hadn’t expected was for her to take very thorough care of me as she sucked me to orgasm, and then demand to go with me today.

Why did she want to go with me?

Because I was meeting a slew of my old teammates at the local stadium for a pick-up game of ball.

Which led me to now, feeling the wound in my chest that retiring had left me with.

Being back out on that field made me want to throw caution to the wind and play.

To be who I was before Matias became sick and I became so involved in attempting to find a cure.

But, I could never go back to who I was then.

For one, I didn’t have my son with me any longer, and I wasn’t the same person now as I was back then.

Two, I hadn’t played in well over a year. This was a young man’s game. At the age of thirty-three, I was well and truly on my way to being old in the game of football.

Being back on that field had a surge of adrenaline running through me, though.

I hadn’t felt the likes of it in a very long time—too long to remember.

I couldn’t tell you when it was that I started to play.

My parents had signed me up for Peewee Football League when I was just a five or six-year-old, but it wasn’t until I was a freshman in high school that I really started to play the game as it was intended to be played.

See, at first, I hadn’t wanted to be hit. Honestly, I’d been scared.

Tyler? He hadn’t cared one bit. But, then again, he had been a running back the years that he’d played and was fast on his feet. Skilled with holding the ball? No. But fast? Yes.

When he quit during our sophomore year, I’d been terrified to go it alone.

Coach Truby had seen my potential, though, and didn’t let me give up.

And I had him to thank for all my success.

How did he help me?

By putting me out on the field, full pads, and letting senior after senior sack my sophomore ass until I was so tired and weak, I couldn’t stand up.

It had worked, though.

From that point on, I was no longer scared of the ball.

“Who’s the hottie, Ro-Ro?” Truck Mathers, one of the lineman, asked as he looked over my shoulder.

I didn’t have to turn around to know that he was looking at my Izzy.

“That’s Isadora,” Linc drawled, spinning the ball up in a spiraling ascent and catching it once it came back down again. “She’s his woman that he says isn’t his woman but actually is. The only thing that’s missing between the two of them is the actual title.”