I'm Only Here for the Beard (The Dixie Wardens Rejects MC #4)(43)

Her eyes shone with laughter. "You won't die."

I dropped my mouth to hers, kissed the ever loving shit out of her, and then released her lips. "I won't die?"

Her mouth kicked up at one side. "Correct. You won't die. They know, but they're not going to kill you while you sleep."

I moved until I could push her to the bed, Naomi's soft body moving compliantly with mine as we went.

The moment her calves met the bed, she fell back to her ass and waited for what I would do next.

"I'm fucking insane," I murmured to her before dropping down on the bed between her thighs. "Your friend's husband is going to kill me."

"Drew won't kill you," she promised. "He might scowl at you, but he understands."

I didn't really care if he understood at this point or not.

All I cared about was the fact that I had a hot, welcoming woman underneath me that I'd done nothing but dream about for the last twenty days.

"You got any condoms?"

"One," I grunted. "Enough for now."

She hummed in agreement, then started to buck her hips in little tiny jerks as I ran my tongue up the length of her jaw.

"Need to be quiet," I informed her as I bent low, taking her sweet lips.

The moment her mouth met mine, I started running my hands up the back of her shirt, slowly sliding it from her body, one slow inch at a time. However, since my hands were fumbling in the dark while I tried to contain the woman about to explode before I could even get inside of her, it took a lot longer than I would've desired.

"Had dreams about you and this," I told her gruffly, my fingers playing along the ridge of her spine. "About how you'd feel underneath of me again."



       
         
       
        

She bit her lip and stared up at me as I slowly let my fingers dance along the soft seam of her panties.

She sucked in her stomach, and I took the invitation for what it was.

The second my fingers met her pubic hair, she gasped. Her breathing was already ragged, as was mine.

Her hand moved, skimming over my belly, and stopping at my nipple.

As her soft finger played over the sensitive tip, my eyes closed and my hip jerked reflexively as my cock pressed into her bare, soft thigh.

She moaned into my throat, and my hand shifted deeper into her panties.

My fingers moved of their own volition once my hand was completely inside her silky underwear, seeking the heat between her thighs.

Due to the stretchiness of said panties, my movements weren't constricted in the least as my fingers delved between the lips of her sex.

I felt the sharp nip of her teeth on my chest, and I grinned, dropping my nose to the top of her head and inhaling deeply.

"Missed the smell of you," I told her. "Missed the way you felt underneath my hands. Missed the way you would laugh softly under your breath as you read your books. The way you twisted your fingers through a strand of hair and twirled it. Most of all, though, I missed talking to you."

She shivered in my arms.

The next few minutes played out like my dreams.

I finally dipped my fingers into her pussy, and the minute I did, she came apart in my arms.

She bucked, rode my hand, and cried out against my chest.

Luckily my shirt-which she'd somehow found and shoved over her mouth-muffled her scream, or we might've had the entire neighborhood knowing exactly what was going on in here.

The moment I was ready to flip her onto her hands and knees and thrust my cock into her hot, willing body, she pulled away and pushed at my chest at the same time, causing me to stumble back in surprise.

"What the fuck?" I barked in confusion.

She whirled around, pointed her finger, and hissed at me.

"Shut up."

Her hair fell over her shoulders, and she smoothed it back.

My brows rose, but I held my hands up in surrender.

"What'd I do now?"

She narrowed those beautiful eyes at me, then whisper yelled at me.

"What did you not do?" she growled. "You ignored me. Left me with your dad while you went out and did Lord knows what."

She didn't actually say the words, but I knew what she meant.

"I didn't have any other woman since you," I informed her. "In fact, there hasn't been another woman since the day I met you at the station." 

Her chin jerked like I'd surprised her with my words.

"You're lying," she accused. "There's no way a man like you would go weeks without getting some."

I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Well, I have no way to prove it to you," I informed her. "But I haven't. There hasn't been anyone but you because you're fucking under my skin!" My voice rose. "You're all I ever think about. It's like you're some fucking disease, like the goddamn clap, that won't go away!"