Talkin' Trash (Bear Bottom Guardians MC 2)

“I’ll take anything you want to give,” I answered, so sure of the outcome that I’d give him anything he wanted.

Linc would never hurt me. Linc would die before he misplaced one tiny hair on my head.

So, no, I wasn’t worried about what he wanted to do to me, or how I would respond to it. As long as it was Linc doing it? Yeah, I was down.

He could tell me he wanted to do butt stuff right now, and I’d be like “sir, yes, sir!”

His mouth dropped to my neck on a particularly rough thrust, and something started to change inside of me. Things coiled that were usually loose. My nerve endings started to light up.

And then my orgasm ripped through me.

There was no buildup. None of the usual signals that I was about to come.

It was just one second, I was feeling really, really good and the next I was coming so hard that a scream was ripped from my throat.

I honestly didn’t think I’d be a screamer. I was usually a very quiet person.

But apparently, I wasn’t a quiet person when Linc had his fat cock stuffed inside of me.

And. He. Loved. It.

“God, I love that you scream for me,” he said through clenched teeth. “And Jesus Christ, your pussy is clamping down so hard on my cock that I can barely get back inside.”

I would’ve replied, but my mind was too busy being blown.

His short, jabbing thrusts that had gotten significantly less coordinated were driving my already-great orgasm even higher, and soon I was coming again.

Let’s just say, multiple orgasms were not my thing.

No matter how hard I tried on my own, they never happened for me. I’d have to give it at least thirty minutes rest to even consider going again, and honestly, who had time to do that?

But with Linc?

Well, let’s just say he must be some kind of sex god or something to get me to come like that. Twice.

And then he was coming.

There was no shouting for him. No ass squeezing. No build-up—at least what I could tell.

Nope. Linc James did everything in silence.

The only thing that told me he was coming in the first place was the way his entire body had turned rock hard, and the hot splashes that I could miraculously feel jetting inside of me.

We both stood there for long moments, both of us coming down from our highs.

But still, he didn’t go soft inside of me.

He brought his face out of my neck and our eyes finally met again.

“So, I guess our relationship is officially official?” I teased.

I was scared to death, and he could likely tell.

As much as I wanted him to say yes, I also wanted him to say no. If he said no, I would be hurt, yes. But I’d also be able to move on because I hadn’t gotten that much more attached than I already was.

I did know that no one would ever compare to Linc.

The last barrier—sex—had finally been broken. I would never be able to lie to myself again that we weren’t physically compatible.

We were.

Very much so.

“It’s been official for a very long time, Conleigh. You just didn’t want to admit it.”

Linc shifted his arms around me and walked me to the bathroom, his hard cock still inside of me going deeper and deeper with each step.

I closed my eyes and relished the tiny little aftershocks that were coursing through my body.

It felt good. So good, in fact, that I wasn’t sure a vibrator would cut it any longer.

Not when I’d had the real thing—and the real thing coming from Linc.

There was no way that I’d ever be able to recreate what it felt like to have him inside of me, filling me up in more ways than one.

I shivered, which caused Linc to look over at me with a raised eyebrow.

“I didn’t think I could want you again so fast,” I explained.

What would be the point in beating around the bush? I felt what I felt, and he knew that already.

Hell, we’d both wanted each other for so long that it was a wonder we’d been able to hold off this long.

Well, really it was a wonder that Linc would be able to hold off this long. If I’d had my way, we’d have been not holding off eight years ago.

But Linc might’ve been correct to decide that we needed time.

That time had given me the time I needed to finish school, grow up a little bit, and find out who I was supposed to be in life without Linc’s success changing any of that.

But he didn’t need to know that.

As much as I say that it was a good thing he’d given me that time, I was also heartbroken that he had. We’d missed out on years of being together, and that was still just as unacceptable now as it was then.