Chapter 12 LEXIE
LEXIE
Iwas dreaming of cartoon devils in a burning-hot land when I awoke with a start.
Did the air conditioner trip off again? I’d talked to the management office about that, but so far they didn’t see it as a big deal.
But dang it was hot. As I kicked off the blanket and tried to sit up, I was pulled back down and found the source of the heat.
Holy crap. The previous night’s events flooded back into my brain. Finding Tracker at the dumpster. Helping him by taking my shirt off. Oh no. I groaned.
“What’s wrong, pixie?”
I groaned again. Where could a girl find a sinkhole when she needed one? Moonlight filtered through a high window, illuminating the truth I’d briefly forgotten. I’d gone to sleep in Bear’s room. The smoking-hot biker from Costco. I should’ve realized he’d have to come back in here at some point.
He snuggled into me, and I could feel something hard pressing into my back. I froze. This was it. The end. Death by embarrassment. I hoped the ladies at the assisted living home would find my banana pudding recipe.
“What’s got you moaning and groaning this morning? I wish I could take credit, but we’re not there. Yet.”
Yet? I’d ignore that for now. “I was remembering yesterday and thinking about how many people saw me in my bra.” I flipped over on my stomach and buried my face in the pillow.
Bear laughed. “Is that all? Don’t worry about that.
You saw how the bunnies walk around, and that’s during daylight hours.
Once night hits, you in a bra is like wearing a nun’s habit.
Besides, you saved Tracker’s life. I can’t say I’m happy that the guys saw you like that, and I’ll be damned if they see it again.
But you did what you had to and should be proud, not ashamed. ”
I groaned again. “I am proud. It’s just that…
” I sighed, wondering why I was spilling my guts to the hot biker.
Maybe once he knew this about me, he’d run twenty miles in the other direction and I could get over this crush.
Although, with the way he was stroking my hair, that crush wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
I turned my face toward his, cheeks flaming. “No one’s ever seen me like that. And now I’ve gone and flashed a whole biker clubhouse.”
His hand stilled. “No guy has seen you in a bra before?”
I blinked, looking into his eyes, gathering my courage. “Or out of a bra.” I turned my head back into the pillow, unable to look him in the eye as he worked out what that meant.
“Look at me, pixie.” His voice was scratchy with an early morning rasp, making things happen in my nether regions.
Last night, I’d used his shower and borrowed a t-shirt from his drawer that came to my thigh.
There was no way I was putting on dirty underwear, so I’d washed by bra and panties in the sink.
But that meant they were hanging over the shower curtain rod, leaving me completely bare under his shirt.
Leaving nothing to soak up the wetness that was pooling between my legs.
With another groan, I turned my head to look back at him. What I saw took my breath away. He was on his side, his head propped up on his bent arm. The cute, sleepy gaze was gone, and he was staring at me with an almost feral intensity.
“Um, yeah?” I gulped.
“We didn’t have time to talk about this last night. But I gave you my cut to wear.”
“And I appreciate that. I wasn’t trying to be out there half naked.”
“I could have given you my t-shirt. I could have had a prospect bring you a blanket. I gave you my cut because I wanted everyone to see who you belonged to. And now”—he grinned as he brushed the hair from my face—“now you’re wearing my clothes and sleeping in my bed.
I thought you were a cool chick when we met at Costco.
I thought you were an incredible woman when I watched you work your passion in the kitchen.
But I knew you were my old lady when I saw you bathed in moonlight and blood, saving my brother like a fucking Viking queen. ”
His fingers drifted through my hair down my back. I trembled as his hand kept moving lower, spreading molten heat throughout my body until his palm reached my butt. And stayed there with only the thin t-shirt between us.
“That would be more than enough for me to want you as mine, but then to find out you haven’t been with any other man? It’s like somewhere deep down you knew I was coming and waited for me.”
His hand squeezed my ass cheek, and my core clenched. I rubbed my thighs together, desperate for a little friction.
His lips pressed to mine with a soft kiss. “I think I’m one lucky son of a bitch.”
I blinked quickly, unable to form words. Did he just declare his undying love for me? That was kinda what it sounded like. He didn’t use the L word, but he used a lot of really good ones.
My walls were crumbling. I should be nervous, laying here on this bed with this man I’d just met, whose hand was resting on my ass. But I wasn’t.
His hand lowered again, and I gulped. His fingers walked down the crease of my thigh until they met the edge of my shirt.
“Is this okay?” His eyes met mine, and I nodded. “I’ll never do anything you don’t want, never push you for more than you’re willing to give. If this gets too much, and you want to stop, we stop. No matter what we’re doing, no matter how far we’ve gone, you call the shots.”
“Okay,” I whispered. He pulled the fabric up, inch by inch, until I felt my entire bottom exposed.
“What now?” I whispered, shivering in anticipation.
“Whatever you want.”
I licked my lips. “I don’t think I’m ready for everything.”
He smiled. “That’s fine. Like I said, you set the pace.”
“But I think I might like for you to…” My face heated and I knew I must be as bright as a tomato.
“Don’t stop, baby girl. I want to hear your filthy fantasy.”
I took a deep breath. “I think I’d like for you to—” I swallowed. “Play with me.”
Bear groaned, rubbing my ass. “Play with you?” His hand lowered until his palm covered my sex. “You want me to play with your pretty little pussy?”
I nodded, gasping as his fingers danced between my legs.
“You’re so wet for me, pixie.”
His touch was like fire, and I spread my legs to give him better access. One finger swirled between my folds while another rubbed my clit. “Oh, that feels good.”
Bear hummed his appreciation. “That’s it, baby girl. Teach me what you like.”
His pace quickened, and I let out an embarrassing squeak as I felt a finger push through my opening.
He paused, his eyes never leaving mine. “You still with me, Lexie?”
I rocked my hips against his hand. “Yes, I’m good. Don’t stop.”
He grinned, his teeth gleaming in the soft moonlight as he got back to work. My whimpers grew louder as he added pressure to my clit.
His voice was a low growl, turning me even hotter. “Next time, you’re going to sit on my face. I’m going to worship this pussy until I can’t breathe, and you’ll bring me back with CPR so I can do it all over again.”
This man and his words were going to be the death of me. My thighs began to shake and I squeezed my core. “I’m so close.”
He eased in another finger, the stretch causing me to cry out. “That’s it, baby girl. You’re doing so well, letting me help you find this release.” His palm pushed against my ass as his fingers worked their magic.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” My core spasmed and I bit my bottom lip to keep from screaming. I never swore, but I had no other words for this moment. “Gabriel, that was…”
He kissed me slowly, like he had all the time in the world and his fingers weren’t still buried inside me.
“I like hearing my name on your lips. I like it a lot. Almost as much as this.” He gently pulled his hand from between my legs. I whimpered at the loss of him, feeling empty where I’d been so full.
He brought his hand to his mouth, and I could see the evidence of my orgasm on his fingers. Wait, he wasn’t going to—
“Delicious.” He grinned, licking the finger that had just been inside me.
My eyes widened. “Wow. What’s next?”
He chuckled. “Greedy for more?”
I blushed. “No. Maybe. But I meant for you. Shouldn’t we do something about that?” I lowered my eyes to the bulge in his flannel pajamas.
“This was for you, sweetheart. We’ll have a chance for me next time, if that’s what you want.”
I pushed off my stomach and turned to my side, facing him. “About what you said earlier, before you…”
“Pleasured you within an inch of your life and licked your cum from my finger?”
Holy moly. I cleared my throat. “Yeah. Before that. You want to like, date?” I hated how vulnerable I sounded, but I had to know.
“Date? I want to do a lot more than date. But if that’s where you want to start, sure. We’ll date.”
“And by more, you mean?” I nibbled my lip, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Dan did say the brothers liked easy pussy.
Maybe he thought a twenty-two-year-old virgin would be desperate and therefore easy.
And maybe I was, considering I let a guy I’d known less than twenty-four hours finger bang me in a biker clubhouse. But it was totally awesome.
“I mean more.” He reached for my hand and held it in his. “I mean, love, marriage, and a fucking baby carriage.”
My heart stuttered. “Well that sounds… permanent.” Something I’d never had but desperately wanted.
“Yeah, baby girl, it does.”
I wanted to believe him. To jump headfirst into whatever relationship he was offering.
But even though we’d had an intense beginning, we barely knew each other.
Everything was always great at first. I was very familiar with the honeymoon phase, having gone through it with a dozen different families.
“Don’t worry. I’ll show you.” He wrapped his giant arms around me, making me feel safer than I’d ever known. “Now let’s get some rest.”