How About No (Bear Bottom Guardians MC 3)

I hummed in assent as I folded the paper back the way it’d been and laid it in the finished stack.

“You had a lot to say last night,” he murmured. “Do you still feel like that in the light of day?”

I felt my heart start to pound. “Feel like what?”

He grinned slightly. “Do you remember talking to me while Wade and Minnie got the coffee and cookies last night?”

I did. Bits and pieces anyway.

“Some,” I admitted.

“You remember mentioning that you were scared?”

I blinked. “No.”

“You said you were scared of what life was going to bring now that you were once again married to Wade,” he reminded me. “You also said that his job scared the crap out of you. That you wanted his babies and couldn’t give them to him, and also that you were fairly sure that once he knew the real you, he’d leave.”

I pressed the heels of my hands to my face as I groaned. “I’m not sure any of that was true.”

Lies. All lies.

“Sometimes the things people say when they’re drunk, and their brain isn’t able to control their filter, are the truest things that have ever been said,” he explained. “And I do think you’re scared. You have a right to be scared. But I also think that it was the dumbest thing in the world for Wade to allow you to leave and not fight the divorce.”

I dropped my hands and stared at him. “Wade let me go because he was forced to.”

He snorted in derision. “That’s the biggest load of crap ever. He wanted you more than he wanted his next breath. He feels for you like I feel for Minnie. And let me tell you something. I once gave Minnie up because I thought it’d be better for her to be sad than to be married to a fella like me who would only bring her down. But then we were both miserable as hell. What is the point of staying apart when you’re happier together?”

I pressed my lips tightly shut.

“Don’t think I don’t know that you still love him,” Porter said. “Y’all have tried the being apart thing—and for what? You are both miserable. Y’all both still love each other. The things that you fought over are in the past. You need him just like he needs you. He may need you more now than he ever needed you before, though.”

His leg.

He was talking about the possibility of Wade losing his leg.

“He’s never needed me, Porter,” I explained softly. “It was always me doing the leaning, not the other way around.”

“And that, girl, is where you’re wrong.” He stood up and grabbed for his coffee cup. “My boy’s needed you since the moment that you came on to his radar, and you just didn’t know it.”

With that, he walked inside, leaving me alone to my own thoughts.

I shivered as a particularly sharp breeze rolled over the open field that Porter and Minnie built their house on.

Standing myself, I walked back inside the pool house and closed the door—a little too hard.

Wade lifted his sleepy face from the pillow the moment I shut it, and he frowned. “You okay?”

No, I wasn’t okay.

I walked over to the bed and stared at Wade’s sleep-creased face and wondered if I was making the worst mistake of my life.

“Landry?”

I put a knee on the bed, then leaned over his big body, staring at him long and hard until I finally came to a decision.

“When we get home, I need you to give me a couple of days to think,” I said softly.

His eyebrows lowered as if he wasn’t happy with that possibility.

“And right now?” he growled.

“It’s impossible to think with you around,” I told him honestly.

He chuckled softly.

Then I gasped when he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me down roughly.

“Then right now you won’t mind if I do this?”

No. I didn’t mind. I didn’t mind at all.

My mouth opened, and I marveled in the fact that he was able to find what he was aiming for without consciously trying.

“How’d you know I didn’t have panties on?” I asked roughly.

He’d filled me in one thrust.

Everything inside of me was tight in anticipation.

My pussy was filled to bursting, things stretched that should’ve been loosened beforehand, and honestly, it felt like being on the verge of pain.

Yet…I wanted it.

I needed it.

He skimmed his hands up the t-shirt, stopping when he found my breasts.

I sat up and let him play with my nipples, sitting still on his cock.

Likely he was trying to give me time to adjust, and normally I’d be thankful.

This time, I wanted it to hurt.

“Wade, I need…” I rasped.

And suddenly I found myself on my back with Wade’s big body hovering over mine.

My hands went to his shoulder blades as he roughly yanked my legs up, practically shoving them to my chest.