It Happens (Bear Bottom Guardians MC 6)

“Yeah?” I rasped, unable to help myself from answering.

I knew I shouldn’t. I knew what she was going to ask.

“Are you okay?” she whispered.

I licked my lips. “I’m going to break you.”

I broke everything I held, eventually.

I had multiple failed relationships. One girlfriend had passed away. I really didn’t have a positive track record, so to speak.

I didn’t want the same for her.

“I won’t let you,” she promised.

I shook my head. “It’s not like you can stop me, Jubilee. I already hurt you. I took your virginity and can’t remember. Then there’s the fact that we can’t go more than an hour without somehow fighting over something…do you not see that this is going to end badly?”

“I won’t let you. And not only that, but you won’t let yourself.” She paused. “And as for the virginity thing? Zee, that was on both of us…plus, from what I remember? That was never a problem on my end. It was only a very, very good thing.”

Then she tugged me down with one hand around my neck, and I let her.

I let her take my mouth.

I let her open her legs and guide my cock to her entrance.

I let her take me inside of her body.

I fucked her slow and steady, keeping my rhythm almost inhumanly sweet.

I didn’t want this to be a rough fuck. I wanted this to be a soft, sweet loving.

I wanted her to experience a different side of me. One that showed her that I wasn’t always the slam-bam thank you type that I’d been showing her the last two times that I’d had her.

And show her I did.

Thrust after thrust, I built her up.

I felt her build it from the ground up. Each thrust of my cock, I could feel the walls of her sex tightening, strengthening in their intensity, until finally, she tipped over the edge.

It was only after I felt the added wetness—a little too much—that I pulled out abruptly and started jacking myself off against her belly.

She was panting slightly, her eyes were full of heat, and she watched me do it with barely concealed glee.

I grunted at the sight of her enraptured eyes watching me with such interest, my balls drawing up as I did.

It was as the orgasm tore through my body that I lost my mind.

I don’t know why I did it. I’m not even sure what came over me.

But as I was spurting out my release on her stomach, I, for some reason, fed my cock back inside of her body.

She moaned and opened her legs wider, her breathing harsh and interested all over again.

I slammed myself home, unable to keep the same slow pace, and didn’t stop until I was completely and utterly spent.

It was with our breath mixing, my forehead pressed to hers, that I fully comprehended what I’d just done.

And couldn’t find it in me to care.

She couldn’t have children.

Hell, there was no telling if I could.

I mean, sure, I’d gotten Raine pregnant…but what if that was just a fluke? What if that was a one in a million chance?

And I was pissed off.

I had this weird need inside of me that felt incomplete now, after learning about her fate—her future.

“I like feeling you come inside of me,” she breathed, her eyes not on me, but on the spurt of release I’d left on her belly.

Her finger drug through the pearly rope of liquid, gathering a portion onto her fingertip before bringing it up to her mouth for a taste.

I growled and felt my dick twitch.

“Hope you’re not expected to come as soon as you get here,” I said to her. “Because now I want to keep you in this bed for just a few more hours.”

She licked her lips in anticipation. “You have one more round, then I really need to go.”

I shook my head.

Then we went two.Chapter 11If by clubbing you mean eating club sandwiches, then yes, I’m down with clubbing.

-Jubilee to Turner

Jubilee

I pushed through the doors to Benton, Louisiana’s one and only funeral home, and took a look around.

When I was building my business, it was with both my mom’s and my aunt’s businesses in mind.

I took a little bit of both and morphed it into what I wanted. The best of both, and made them my own.

“Hello,” the woman at the front smiled. “Can I help you?”

I smiled at the woman. She was young, maybe early twenties, and had a shock of red, curly hair that went a little wild around her face.

“I’m here to see my aunt,” I said. “Brittany?”

Understanding lit her face. “I should’ve known. You look a lot like her.”

I’d been told that before. But it was understandable seeing as my mom and Brittany were twins.

“I know,” I smiled. “Is she downstairs?”

The woman nodded. “She’s expecting you. Do you know how to get there?”