How About No (Bear Bottom Guardians MC 3)

But his man pelt as I’d so kindly named it when we were first married was one of my favorite features about the man.

My eyes likely dilated at the sight before me, and Wade started to chuckle as he caught the move.

“I don’t understand what your fascination is,” he teased me. “But I fucking like it.”

“It’s like why I’ll never understand your fascination with my boobs,” I pointed out. “We’ll just have to realize that there are things in this world that can’t be explained.”

He scoffed. “More like you’re just weird,” he pointed out. “It’s fairly normal for men to be turned on by breasts.”

“And it’s fairly normal for a woman to find a hairy chest attractive,” I countered.

Just as the last words came out of my mouth, Wade bent down and captured one distended nipple into his mouth and sucked.

My pussy clenched on empty air, and I felt downright bereft without something inside of me to clench on to.

Something he must’ve sensed by again reading my face because his grin went wider as he reached down and plunged two fingers into my wetness.

My eyes slammed shut, and my nails dug in deeper.

“Jesus,” I hissed, back arching.

All it took was two pumps of his fingers for me to realize that I was so not liking this no touching him thing. I wanted to wrap my legs around his hips. I really wanted to pull him down on top of me and latch my teeth into his shoulder muscle as he took me hard.

And I reallllly wanted to come.

“Don’t tease me, Wade,” I pleaded. “Either take me or make me come. Please.”

Wade curled his fingers, and I knew right then and there that he’d liked the pleading, and had decided to give me what I wanted.

“Oh, God,” I breathed, feeling him stroke that secret, special spot inside of me that I’d never been able to find on my own.

Yet, without so much as a question, Wade always seemed to find it with little to no effort.

Then again, it could be like me when I went down on him. It was easy to remember the things that pleased my man, and it didn’t matter that years had passed since I’d done some of them. It was like the things that made Wade weak in the knees were always burned into my memory.

I knew that he liked it when I flicked that little spot on the underside of his cock. I also knew that he liked his balls to be squeezed just this side of too hard when I was giving him a hand job.

And just like that, Wade made me come.

Hard.

I screamed through clenched teeth, unable to find it in me to open my eyes. I desperately wanted to, though. I loved seeing the satisfaction in Wade’s eyes as he made me come. It’d always been one of those things that only served to turn me on more.

Breathing hard, I finally felt my back drop back to the bed and opened my eyes.

Wade was staring at me, one hand still frozen inside of me while the other was wrapped around his cock as he slowly pumped away at it, getting off on the sight of me getting off.

Feeling an aching in my legs, I let them drop to the bed and released them, then held my hands out in a silent plea for my man to come to me.

He came willingly, letting go of his cock in the process.

He growled when his mouth came down on mine. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful when you come.”

I felt heat rising to my face, and I turned my mouth so that my lips rested against the fast beat of his pulse.

“You make me feel beautiful,” I breathed.

He situated himself between my splayed legs, then suddenly rolled so that we were on our sides.

There, he made long, sweet love to me.

His thrusts were slow and deep, driving me wild all while being sweet about it.

His hands never loosened around me, even when our sweat started to make us slip and slide.

And when I finally came for the second time, he did, too.

Deep inside of me where he belonged and always would.

Once our breathing was back to normal, and his cock was once again flaccid and resting against the inside of my thigh, I told him my deepest sorrow.

“I made a very bad decision,” I told Wade. “I was scared. So freakin’ mad at you I couldn’t think. And honestly, I hated that you were so sympathetic to my sister when you never even asked me how my childhood affected me.” I paused. “I hate it that you still talk to her. I hate it even more that my parents acted like I was their golden child just to get you onboard for the surgery when it couldn’t be further from the truth.”