Booker (Bluff Creek Brotherhood MC: Nomads)

17. Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

L exi had walked out to her RV on the pretense of checking the stock she had stored there, but really, it was to just take a breath after everything that had happened. She had closed the door behind her and left the blinds in the RV down. She sat in her favorite recliner, grabbed her favorite blanket, and wrapped it around herself.

The last three days had been a whirlwind. Her mom had only been knocked out due to a high dose of Valium. The hospital had administered the drug that mitigated the symptoms. She’d stayed overnight to be monitored. Compass had sustained a concussion from the hit he took to the back of his head. Head wounds are notorious bleeders, so the scene had looked worse than it was. He had come around as soon as Twist checked on him. He’d stayed overnight in the hospital to be monitored too. Buckles had been the inside man. Her brother had offered him a part of the profits once they were all gone. Her brother had wanted to sell the ranch. Buckles had gone on and on about how her grandfather and dad owed him for working the ranch over the years.

The only good part was when Buckles’ prints were run, ten different reports of burglaries matched with his prints. They were all in towns where Buckles had competed in rodeos. Chance hadn’t been involved and had been mortified with Buckles. Her mom had mentioned having Chance live in the house with her until they hired new ranch hands.

Everyone had come home yesterday. Lexi was happy everyone was well, and she didn’t really have any guilt over her brother’s death. He’d brought it on himself. Booker had worried that since they were chasing him that she would blame herself. She almost felt a little heartless that she didn’t feel bad. Cliff had made the decisions that led to his death. She didn’t fault anyone but him.

She had a signing coming up. She’d spent most of the last two days trying to catch up on all the social media items she’d neglected while they had searched for her brother. But now, she and Booker had to figure out how to do this. They’d talked vaguely about home being together, but she was a planner. Lexi needed the plan laid out exactly how they were both going to complete their work, what it all entailed, and when they were going to make it official.

A knock at the door had her debating if she should answer. She loved people, but she needed quiet when she had to think things through. Maybe if she ignored it, whoever it was would go away.

“Lexi, would you please open the door?” Booker said, though it was a little muffled through the door.

She stood up and walked to the door. She unlocked the door and opened it, grinning when she saw Booker. He’d sprinkled rose petals in the shape of a heart on the barn floor. He was wearing jeans, the hat from his pose on the cover, and his gauges in his ears. His chest was bare and oh, so delicious. He had a bouquet of flowers in one hand, and he was down on one knee.

She walked down the stairs of the RV and stopped in front of him.

“What is this?” she asked.

“This is me telling you that I can’t live without you. You are the air I breathe and the light in my life. I know you need the plan, so along with the flowers and the ring, I have a spreadsheet in my back pocket which details how I think we can work our jobs, our home, and our lives. Now, please tell me that you love me as much as I love you and say yes to being my wife. I’ve ordered your property cut, and if you agree, we can get married and make you my Ol’ Lady at Bluff Creek the weekend of the showers,” he said.

His earnest face and those dark gray eyes would have convinced her even if she wasn’t already so in love with the man. She knelt down, slid her hands across his chest, and whispered, “I love you and, yes, I’ll marry you,” before kissing him. His arms wrapped around her as he took over the kiss. She was vaguely aware of clapping and yelling but she didn’t care. Her family was safe, and she was going to marry the man she’d loved since high school.

He pulled away a little and chuckled. “I’m deeply regretting inviting everyone to witness the proposal because I want you alone now.”

Lexi chuckled darkly. “I have an RV. Shall we celebrate our impending wedding with a little pre-wedding lovemaking?”

He nodded, standing up with Lexi. Then he pulled the ring out of his pocket and slid it on her finger. She didn’t know diamonds well, but it was sparkly and gorgeous. He handed her the flowers and then grasped her and tossed her over his shoulder.

“Thanks for coming to the proposal. This next part is just Lexi and me. We’ll see you later!” Booker said and then carried her into the RV, walking back to the bed. He laid her down on it, a wolfish grin on his face.

“Are you going to lock the door?”

He shook his head. “Nope. They won’t bother us. If they do, who cares?”

Booker kicked off his shoes. He unbuckled his belt before sliding his jeans and underwear down his legs. He quickly divested himself of his socks while she watched.

“I think you’re a little overdressed. How about I help you?” he asked.

He slid his arm under her back, raising her up to slide her shirt off and unhooking her bra. Then he kissed and nibbled down her abdomen until he got to her jeans. He efficiently stripped the rest of her clothes off, kissing and touching each uncovered spot.

She squirmed and moved, needing him to come closer. She wanted them skin to skin and him as deep inside her as he could go. He grasped her thighs and opened them, settling between them. The cool air of the RV against her heated center had her shivering. Her nipples pebbled.

His warm breath heralded his tongue licking against her and circling her clit. Each lash and touch was building her higher. His fingers slid into her opening and rubbed against that spot that lit her up. Desire flared and then ignited until she was seeing stars and calling his name. His male sound of satisfaction was sexy, but she wanted him inside her. The appetizer had been perfect, but she needed her man in the worst way. It was time for the main event.

His beard brushed against her abdomen as he kissed and caressed back up to her breasts. His hands lifted them to his mouth. He nibbled and sucked, alternating between her breasts until she reached down and grabbed his cock.

Twisting her hand, sliding it up and down had him groaning her name.

“I need you. Please don’t make me wait,” she pleaded.

He nodded and moved up until his cock was notched at her entrance. His eyes stared at her while he slowly and steadily filled her, pinning her beneath him. She groaned at the fullness. It wouldn’t take long. Everything about this man turned her on.

His hips moved as he chased his orgasm and hers. His eyes bored into hers.

“Fuck, I’m close, Lexi. What do I need to do for you?” he groaned.

She slid her hand between them and rubbed her fingers against her clit for that little extra sensation that had her falling over the edge. Her pussy clamped down around his cock. He groaned again, then shouted her name as he followed her over.

Holding himself above her still, she slid her arms around his neck.

“You can lay on me. I want to feel you against me.”

He let some of his weight off his arms and laid on her for a minute before rolling them over. Once she was on top, he pulled her head down.

“Let’s just rest for a minute,” he said, flipping the cover over them.

She relaxed, laying her head against his chest. She’d rest for a minute, but then she’d need to see that spreadsheet. She had a life to plan.