Talkin' Trash (Bear Bottom Guardians MC 2)

Moments later, she was left standing in only a pair of gray bikini underwear and a gray sports bra.

It was simple, yet the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

Conleigh didn’t need anything frilly or lacey to be beautiful.

All she needed was to be herself.

She had some crazy tan lines going on indicating that when she was outside, she wore short shorts and a tank top. Her belly was shockingly white, yet her arms and shoulders were golden brown.

And God, those goddamn legs of hers were going to be the death of me.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” she whispered, her eyes intense and glued to mine.

She was watching my reaction, and she liked that I adored her body.

“Get rid of the panties,” I ordered instead of answering her question.

She did, kicking them off without a second thought.

“Bra.”

That went flying just like the panties, landing on the floor behind the couch with a soft thump.

Conleigh naked was indescribable.

She was everything that I ever dreamed of, and her perky breasts with those pink little nipples were the one thing that always surprised me.

“Those shorts kill me,” she whispered, her eyes no longer on my face, but my dick that was tenting up the front of my shorts.

I hadn’t bothered to put underwear on, so there was nothing restraining my cock but a thin piece of fabric that was meant to keep me cool, not contain my dick.

I grinned and gestured for her to come closer, which she did.

She was now standing with her knees against the couch, and the outside of her thighs touching the inside of mine.

Her left hand was barely an inch away from my cock, and I could practically see her fingers twitching as she fought the urge to reach for it.

Her nipples were hard, and as I smoothed my hand over the outside of her thigh up to palm her ass cheek, they hardened even further.

Perfect.

“They got a picture of you working out with Joe as y’all were exiting the weight room,” she murmured, her eyes transfixed on my pulsing cock. “Every woman in America agrees that these shorts are indecent.”

I laughed. “I don’t think indecent was the word.”

In fact, I was fairly sure of it.

I saw the article today when I was doing the mandatory tweet my publicist ordered me to do every day. I replied to more goddamn comments about the size of my cock in my shorts than I had about what I was looking forward to the most about the upcoming football season.

“No,” she agreed. “At least not when you’re with me, and I’m the one seeing it. When it’s the other women seeing this?” She dragged one single finger over the tip of my cock, sending an electric jolt through my body. “Well, that just makes me angry.”

“You said anything,” I murmured. “You remember that, right?”

Her eyes went wary. “Yeah.”

I felt anticipation start to run through my veins. “Lay down on the couch.”

She looked at the couch, eyeing the sheet that I’d thrown over it, then me where I was sitting in the middle, and waited for me to move.

I did, slowly, making sure to show off every single muscle that I could as I moved.

Her lips tightened, and she waited a beat too long as she tried to gain control over the roiling emotions that were charging through her.

Placing one knee into the couch, she went down to her hands and knees and then dropped down even lower until she was lying lengthwise along it.

“I wasn’t sure that these donuts were good for you,” I murmured, scooting the coffee table close. “But I think I’ve changed my mind.”

I snatched the bag up from where it was resting on the coffee table, turned, and then planted my ass on the hardwood.

Trailing my hand up the length of her back, I paused at the birthmark that was right above her tailbone, then leaned down and kissed it.

She shivered, a rush of breath leaving her lips.

“I have a feeling you’re about to kill me, and I’m about to adore every second of it,” she whispered.

I had a feeling that she was right.

Ripping open the bag, I reached for one of the donuts, then smashed it in my hand.

The gasp that left her mouth trailed off when I opened my hand and allowed the crumbs to fall down over her lower back, backside, and thighs.

“Oh, this is going to be so much fun,” I murmured.

Then I leaned down and got the first crumb, which happened to be on the small of her back.

We both moaned.

“I can’t believe I’m letting you do this,” she whispered shakily.

I laughed. “It’s funny that you think you have a choice.”

Then I went about cleaning her up.

A slow lick down her side here, a quick flick of my tongue on her hip there.