My Bad (Bear Bottom Guardians MC 4)

“By the way,” I yawned, turning my open mouth to his chest as I tried to cover it. “Can you tell me why your cousin sits and stares at my house every day?”

He paused. “She’s watching your house?”

I nodded. “I’ve seen her three or four times now. All at different times. She was driving down our street today instead of me actually catching her in front of my house, but still. Bayou wasn’t home and neither were you, so she had to have known y’all weren’t there, meaning she couldn’t have been doing something normal like coming to see y’all.”

He growled. “Brielle…”

I patted his chest. “I don’t want to talk about her. I just wanted to tell you what was going on. Just in case you thought it needed to be addressed.”

He grumbled something under his breath. Something that sounded similar to ‘I’m going to kill her.’

Grinning, I changed the subject.

“So…” I whispered tiredly. “Your spit kisses on my forehead help my headaches, and so do orgasms.”

He rolled until I was over the top of him, and I was using him as a pillow.

He chuckled underneath me as he resituated himself. “I’ll remember that the next time that you have one. Spit kisses in public, and orgasms in private.”

I tucked my face into his neck and hummed in agreement. “At least until you leave, that is. Then I’ll have to just deal with it like I always do.”Chapter 11I think my soul mate might be tacos.

-Text from Pru to Hoax

Hoax

At least until you leave, that is. Then I’ll just have to deal with it like I always do.

The words that had come out of her mouth last night as she’d fallen asleep hadn’t been intended maliciously. But they’d hurt to hear all the same.

On the one hand, I didn’t want to leave her. But on the other, my Delta team had been without me for an extended period now after the original break and then prolonged healing. They deserved to have me at their back. We were a team for a reason.

I had five days left before I was scheduled to fly out of Texas and into a desert hell hole.

I needed to get my affairs in order, and I needed to stop being a little whiny, love-sick bitch.

But I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about Pru.

I’d never met anyone like her before, and I certainly had never felt what I was feeling before, either.

I’d had plenty of girlfriends. Plenty of one-night stands. Plenty of experience in what love didn’t feel like.

And what I had with Pru? It was love. There was no way around it.

The things I felt for her would’ve scared me with any other woman. But with Pru? It just felt right. It felt like it was supposed to feel—easy and fucking awesome.

“Why do you have that look on your face?” Bayou asked, coming out of his bedroom dressed in full uniform. “And why are you on my couch? I thought you were staying with Pru.”

I was.

“You and I need to talk.” I sighed. “Brielle is being a pain in the ass.”

Bayou’s face went slack. “What’d she do?”

“She’s calling me hundreds of times a day. Sending text messages. Driving by Pru’s house…man, it’s getting ridiculous,” I told him.

It was better to be blunt with Bayou when it came to Brielle. He was so goddamn protective of her that sometimes he refused to see the truth when it was staring him in the face.

“How do you know she’s not driving by my house?” he countered.

I gave him a droll look. “Because she drives past your house, and then turns around so that she’s one house down from yours, across the street from hers, and stares at her house for long minutes. It’s freaking Pru out.”

Bayou growled in frustration. “I’ll talk with her.”

I grunted out a reply. “You do that. In the meantime, inform her that she needs to control herself, and stop with the stalking, because it’s fucking weird.”

Bayou sighed. “Brielle’s weird.”

Brielle was weird.

She’d always been weird.

But she couldn’t always help being weird. She was wired wrong.

Luckily, unluckily for Bayou, she wasn’t completely focusing that ‘weird’ on me.

Though, Brielle was usually only weird with Bayou and me.

I wasn’t sure if it was because she’d kind of latched on to us when she’d first come around, needing the reassurance that our care for her offered, or what.

Whatever the reason, we were both protective as hell over her.

And, from the beginning, I’d always protected her.

But now, with Pru? Pru came first, and always would.

I hadn’t realized that I could love a person like I did in such a short amount of time. That my love for Pru would trump any I felt for anybody else, even my cousins that were my only family.

But there I was, staring Bayou in the face, letting him know that if he didn’t control Brielle, I would.