Chapter 31
Baddy moved down her body, and for a second, she believed yesterday was all a bad dream. Lydia opened her eyes. No, it was real.
It was always real with Baddy.
He settled between her legs. His mouth landed on her pussy. Her muscles lost the will to work, and she melted. The suction, the heat, the velvety texture of his tongue lulled her eyes closed again.
Baddy held her in place. It was impossible to bring everything that happened yesterday to the surface, and for that, she was thankful he was in bed with her.
Pleasure warmed and spread from her sex to her limbs.
She floated away from her problems. He growled against her, his lips vibrating against her clit, grounding her to him.
She fisted his hair, holding him captive, begging him silently to keep doing what he was doing between her legs so that she couldn't remember the turmoil of her life.
She had no idea what he was going to do next. It didn't matter because with Baddy it was always good. Always.
He never lied to her.
Baddy licked, sucked, nibbled, and then he fucked her with his tongue. Oh, God.
That tongue of his drove her crazy. Her muscles spasmed. She arched her back, trying to keep her orgasm from surfacing, but her insides coiled, pushing her over the edge, and she...
"Baddy." She slid her hand between his mouth and her sex, covering her sensitive flesh as her body trembled. "I can't..."
He pushed up until he kneeled on the mattress and flipped her over onto her stomach. She braced her hands and knees on the mattress, panting and hot.
"Yeah, sweetheart, I'll get you there again," he said.
His hand trailed along her ass and gave her a swat. She jolted and placed her head on the mattress, her ass in the air. Her body recovered from her orgasm and heated up again from the vulnerable position.
He took that moment to plunge into her wetness. She cried out from the intrusion, the sensitivity, the fullness.
Baddy stilled. "I want to stay right here. Just like this. Ass in the air. Me inside you."
She peered over her shoulder. Baddy posed behind her. His eyes were on her face. She loved him.
It was something she'd never spoken to another person. Not even her mom.
There was no reason to speak those words because she'd never heard them spoken to her. They were reserved for normal people. People like the ones in her photo album.
He pulled out, pushed in, and stroked her with his cock.
Dizzy and wanting, she panted through each thrust. She curled her fingers in the blanket and braced against the force of his movements.
He sped up, his grip on her hips tightened, and his mouth opened slightly with his breathing.
The sight of him high and losing control gave her another orgasm.
Her pussy spasmed around him and left her weak.
Baddy plunged on a groan, and heat filled her insides as he came. She lay her head back down on the mattress. Exhausted and satisfied.
He pulled out of her and walked to the bathroom. When he returned, she rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed, too lazy to leave the bed for the reality of her life.
His eyes softened, and he leaned over and kissed her. "I called Patty earlier and told her you wouldn't be working today."
"God." She moaned. "I feel so bad for disappoint—"
"You're not." He stroked her face and added, "She says you have a job if you want to come back."
"Did you tell her what happened?"
"None of her business." He shook his head. "Club business."
But was it? It had to do with her. The facts hit her hard. Of course, it was club business. It involved Baker. Her father.
She caught his hand and clutched it to her chest. "Bad, I need to tell you something."
There were a million things that came to light yesterday. Most of them still confused her. Instead of focusing on the shitshow, she needed to hold on to the things she had control of.
"I think I'm falling in love with you," she said.
Baddy's shoulders broadened, and he stilled. She forged ahead, because no matter what he thought, he had to know what she was feeling.
"I should have one more week of working before I pay you for how much you spent to buy me.
" She held up her hand when his mouth opened.
"I know...I owe you for my mom now, too, and I'll make sure I pay that debt.
I just wanted you to know how I'm feeling.
" She swallowed. "I jumped into having sex with you, and it's my fault that it became something more to me.
With everything going on in my life, I don't want you to think you have to love me back. "
There were times he looked at her like the man and woman in the photo album, and her chest ached. If she was wrong about how he felt toward her, it would kill her.
"I mean, if you just want to keep having sex with me, I'm okay with that," she whispered, knowing she was more like her mother than she wanted to admit.
"Sweetheart—"
"No, it's okay. I get it. I was just someone for you to have sex with, and now my mom is back." She swallowed. "I'm not even sure if I can stay around here or if I'll be sent away."
Baker had sent her mom away once. It could happen again.
Baddy sat down beside her and let his hands dangle between his thighs. She sat stiffly, wound up from confessing her love, and fighting the urge to leave before he could break her heart.
"It was a bad idea to buy you." He exhaled loudly. "Probably a bad idea to fuck you."
She closed her eyes. This wasn't what she wanted to hear.
"But I'd do the same thing over again." He slipped his hand under her hand and clasped her fingers.
"You have turned out to be the best thing in my life, sweetheart.
You're right about not knowing what's going to happen with your mom.
But that's her life, not yours." He looked at her.
"I want you here. Not living above the diner.
I want you in my bed. I want this house to be your home. "
"Are you serious?" she whispered.
The passion and strength in his emotionally roughened voice gave her goosebumps. She looked down at his hand, holding her hand, and swallowed the lump of emotions building in her throat.
"First thing I want to do is get you a better phone," he said.
She tilted her head. "Why?"
"Because I want you to take all the pictures you want, and we'll have them printed out, and fill up all the photo albums you want. Full of everything you love." He kissed her forehead. "Full of people who make you smile."
Tears blurred her vision. "It's going to be full of pictures of us."
"That's a good start." He kissed her hard. "Love you."
She swiped at her cheeks, brushing at the tears that escaped. "You're the first person I've ever said that to."
"Well, then you'd better practice saying it to me."
"I love you." She kissed him. "Love you." She peppered more kisses on his face. "Love all of you."
He chuckled and then sobered. "I need to go to the garage. Do you want to go with me or stay here?"
"Can I stay?" She slumped on the bed. "Am I still in danger?"
"No."
Surprised, she looked at him. "Sonny isn't going to try to come here for my mom or me?"
"Nope." He pulled on his jeans. "You're safe."
She raked her teeth over her bottom lip. Having lived around bikers her whole life, she knew when to stop asking questions. Sometimes, she didn't want to know the answer.