I'm Only Here for the Beard (The Dixie Wardens Rejects MC #4)(24)

Chapter 8


Home is where I can stand in the kitchen, naked while eating peanut butter, and rapping an old-school Ludacris song and not be judged. 

-Text from Naomi to Sean

Naomi

"I didn't realize that you lived in a trailer," I murmured as I walked in the door of Sean's RV after running by my house for an overnight bag.

Well, if that was what one would call it.

"It's an Airstream," he informed me. "What's cool about it is that it's made out of old jet materials."

"What?"

"During World War Two, the government forced the manufacturer of the Airstream to shut down production because the aluminum that was being used to make them was in such high demand. Hence the 'jet materials' comment," he explained as he started flipping on lights.

I didn't know what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn't what I saw.

"It looks like a mini apartment on wheels," I breathed. "This is beautiful."

Sean dropped his keys onto the table that was poking out of the corner of the room, and I followed suit with my own purse and keys.

The interior of the trailer was pleasant. Almost as if it were done with the intent to sell it. The easiest and most pleasant to appeal to both men and women.

"Did you redo this?" I asked.

I eyed the dome shaped walls and roof that were lined with aluminum. The couches were nice. A nice warm brown leather that looked like they'd accept me as a part of it if I sat down right now.

Then there was the sink. A full farmhouse sink took up what minimal countertop that there was, with one of the largest faucets I'd ever seen.

The stainless-steel countertops were even cooler, rounding out the whole industrial look perfectly.

The sight of Sean's bed, though … that was where I wanted to be.

I wanted to lie down on that white down comforter, bury my head under his pillows, and never get back up again.

"Take a shower first," Sean said, practically reading my mind. "Wash the dirt of the road off your skin. I like my bed clean."

I turned and stuck my tongue out at him.

"You're an ass," I said, but sat down on the kitchen chair that was one of two next to a postage stamp sized dining room table. "But I like you anyway."

Sean moved to the kitchen sink, washed his hands, and then dried it on a towel that said 'I like Big Tits.'

"Nice towel," I observed dryly. "Where can I get one for myself?"

He grinned. "My best friend from high school got it for me. He has a quirky sense of humor."

I could imagine.

Though, I really did like the towel. I had a few shirts that were vulgar.

Like the one I brought to change into.

"What's for dinner?" I asked as I slipped my first boot off.

He opened the fridge and grabbed a beer, twisting the top off of and tossing the lid in the sink. All the while he kept his eyes on the fridge as he examined its contents.

"I can grill some chicken. Fry some chicken. Or we can have sandwiches."

Fried chicken sounded amazing.

"What do you feel like doing?" I questioned.

He looked at me.

"I don't care, to be honest," he admitted. "The easiest thing is sandwiches, but I'm starving, and I'd have to have four at this point to fill me up."

My mouth twitched.

"Chicken."

He rolled his eyes and sighed. "I knew you were going to pick that. Knew it!"



       
         
       
        

I shrugged. "I'm hungry. And honestly, I had a sandwich for breakfast."

"Okay," I said. "I'll help you cut the fat off the chicken if we can have mashed potatoes."

He smiled that smile that could bring me to my knees. "I can do that."

I took a quick shower, changed into clean clothes, and we worked in his tiny kitchen, brushing up against each other as we moved about.

By the time dinner was on the small kitchen table, my heart was pounding, my cheeks were flushed, my panties were drenched, and I wondered if I could go where this was going.

I hadn't had sex for a long time. At least two years, if not more.

But that wasn't even the scariest part.

My body wasn't the same as it used to be. I wasn't just a girl who was insecure about her body. Now I was an insecure woman who knew with certainty that her body wasn't attractive.

I mean, who would find a colostomy bag attractive? I wouldn't …

"Hey," Sean's deep voice broke into my thoughts. "What's that look on your face for?"

Like I would tell him the truth.

Oh, nothing much. I want to fuck you, but I'm not sure how you'll react to having my poop bag squished between us while we're doing the dirty.