How About No (Bear Bottom Guardians MC 3)

Then he was powering into me, taking me so hard and fast that I couldn’t think.

“God, baby,” he growled, his mouth slanting over mine to take me with a rough, soul-searing kiss. “You take my breath away.”

I refrained from saying my usual “that’s because you’re doing some high-quality cardio” quick-witted reply when he used to take me this hard and fast. But my brain was being scrambled, and I couldn’t open my mouth to breathe, let alone supply a coherent response.

My neck stretched as I ground my head into the bed.

The pillows around my face were suffocating me, but I was willing to trade a little brain damage for the orgasm that I could feel was about to overtake me.

The only thing that could be heard in the room was our heavy breathing and the slap-slap of his pelvis connecting with mine.

His balls were also slapping against my asshole with each rough thrust, and it was rendering me unable to think.

Hell, everything about the man had always done that.

His smile.

His penis.

His hands.

Everything about him was freaking perfect.

I was so lost in chasing after my orgasm that I didn’t anticipate the bite to my breast until he was already sinking those teeth of his into my skin.

The sharp pain was apparently what I needed because the next second I was coming so hard that the house could’ve caught fire around us and I wouldn’t have cared.

My pussy pulsed and squeezed, causing him to curse harshly against my breast.

My fingernails dug into his shoulders.

My legs tightened around him to the point where I was sure I’d have bruises from where his hip bones dug into me.

And then there was the way his cock started to jerk inside of me, filling me with so much cum that I could feel it leaking out the sides.

Then he stilled, and I flopped my limbs uselessly to the bed as I laid there and tried to catch my breath.

He moved the pillows from my face, allowing me to have blessed fresh air, and grinned down at me.

I swallowed hard, loving that face more than I loved anything in the world.

“I’ll give you two days,” he growled. “Nothing more…now go into the bathroom and get me a pain pill. I think my leg is about to fall off.”Chapter 11Sorry I’m late, I got here as soon as I wanted to.

-Coffee Cup

Landry

I looked down at the retired military working dog and wondered if there was anything that I could do that hadn’t already been tried with him.

He’d come to me as a last resort, and I honestly hated that for him.

He looked so sweet with his graying face and his soulful brown eyes.

But then you tried to get close to him, and things went south.

Like right now, I was staring at his paws, wondering if I could get close to him, and realized rather quickly after scooting nearer that it wasn’t going to happen.

This situation needed a man’s touch.

I needed my husband.

My not-so-ex-husband had been relegated to desk duty today after his doctor appointment where he’d obviously got news he did not enjoy hearing. I’d found this out from Bayou, who again met me for lunch on our park bench because it was going on day three and he’d not once contacted me like I’d expected him to.

I looked down at my almost-healed hand and wondered if what I was about to do was the best decision and realized that it probably was the stupidest one I could make.

But, unable to stop myself, I rolled the dog’s cage back up into my van and situated it. Once I had it nicely tucked in, I firmly swung the van’s door closed and then circled around the van.

Once I was inside, I started the van up and took one more glance over my shoulder at the dog in the cage.

He snarled at me.

I shivered and started the van.

I would not give up on this dog, just like I would not give up on my husband.

There were a lot of things that I’d realized over the last seventy-two hours, and all of them centered around the fact that I only had one life.

I needed to live it to the best of my ability.

And that included taking him up on his offer and trying to make something of our relationship.

Starting the van, I merged onto the road and gasped when a black motorcycle darted out in front of me, causing me to nearly hit it.

“Shit!” I gasped.

I hadn’t seen it at all.

“I’m so sorry!” I yelled at the man.

The man pulled over and got off the bike so fast that my heart started to palpitate.

He stalked toward my van, and I looked into the man’s angry eyes and wondered what he was going to do.

My hands clenched on the steering wheel, and I started to shake as the biker stopped in front of the hood of my van.