Chapter 14
Fourteen
BUBBA
Her words scorched my insides, sending me plummeting over the edge I’d been desperately trying to hold on to.
My restraint broke, and I reared up, grabbing her as I moved. Her back hit the desk as I braced my arms around her, caging her in this time. Her breasts moved up and down as she breathed, her legs tight around my waist.
“Make sure this is what you want, little girl . Because once I take this,” I said, moving my hand to cup her, “I’m never letting you go.” I was baiting her, needing to push her to walk away one more time.
She drew up, her eyes firing as she stared me down. Never in my life had a woman infuriated and enticed me so much.
“Don’t call me that ever again,” she hissed. “I told you once, I’m not a fucking little girl.”
“Then what are you?” I challenged, my hand still gripping her pussy tight.
“Your fucking Queen.”
Her words struck, smacking me in the chest like a bullet. Because, of course, she was absolutely right. In the month she’d been here, she’d become my entire world despite my attempts to keep her away.
No matter how much I ignored her, she was always there. Her smell, the sound of her voice, the way she giggled. Her shoes clicking on the hardwood, her attempts at cooking. The way she talked with customers and helped everyone around her feel special. Everywhere I turned, I saw reminders of her. From the house to the shop, to even my fucking bike, I couldn’t escape her.
And it seemed my avoidance had finally run its course.
“You’re right. You’re absolutely right, my Queen .”
I was tired of fighting her and the way I felt around her. I was tired of hearing my brothers please her and having to retreat to my room with an erection that wouldn’t go away. But mostly, I was tired of denying myself the happiness she brought me.
Cowboy and Pretty Boy had known all along this was where I’d end up—hanging by my fingernails as I tried to claw my way back to the surface, back to her.
Darcie’s face softened, her hand coming up to cup my face. Her fingers were light as they touched my skin, spreading them across my cheek and beard.
“If you think I want you to let me go, then you haven’t been paying attention, Waylon. I’m yours.”
The sound of my name on her lips was pure ecstasy. No one called me that outside of Brooks. To everyone else, I was Bubba. The big brother who was always there. The dependable one.
Darcie made me feel like a man.
Without questioning it anymore, I sealed my lips to hers as the world exploded around me. Fire and ice ran through my veins as I kissed the woman underneath me. I’d never be the same after this. Nothing and no one would ever compare to her.
Gasping, I pulled back, needing to kiss every inch of her. My beard brushed against her skin, a growl escaping at the thought of it leaving a mark on her perfect skin.
“Yes,” she moaned, tilting her head back so I could kiss her neck. Her hips rocked into me, hitting my cock. The way her hands had roamed my body on the drive here had been pure torture. It had taken the last of my restraint not to fuck her up against the bike when I’d parked.
While that idea was tempting, the image of her naked body spread out for me on my beast; I didn’t want anyone outside of my brothers to get a glimpse of her. I’d have to make that fantasy a reality at home, while safely stowed away in the garage.
Fuck. I was so doomed if I was already thinking of next time.
The world spun as I lavished kisses on her, pulling off her jacket and pushing down the straps of her thin shirt. I’d been so worried I’d have to fight all the guys in Ranger’s club when she waltzed in there without a care in the world.
“If you ever walk into another club without me like you did today, I’ll tan your hide until you can’t walk. Understand?” I growled, needing her to listen to me for once.
Her eyes sparkled as she smirked, and I knew whatever she said, it wouldn’t be an agreement.
“Promise?” she teased, lighting up an entirely different part of me.
“I’ve been holding out for weeks, Darcie. I’ve had to listen to you moan as my brothers fuck you over and over. Do you really want to go head-to-head with me?”
Her smile grew as she dropped her hands to my jeans, unfastening them and reaching for my hard cock. Her hand wrapped around me, her thumb and fingers unable to touch as she gripped my base.
“I’m up for the challenge,” she whispered, sliding off the desk and wrapping her lips around my dick.
I was powerless as she sucked me down, taking me further than I’d expected. Her hand stroked me as her mouth sucked, the motion sending me forward as I braced myself on the desk.
My legs trembled, a tingling in my spine as I already felt my orgasm approaching. Unwilling to let her have it right then, I pulled away, a pop sounding as I fell out of her mouth.
“My turn,” I growled, my voice rough with need.
Grabbing her, I turned her on the desk, pulling her pants down over her ass. Lifting her knees up, I spread her legs as I centered on my target.
Her pussy gleamed back at me, wet and ready.
“Your pussy is weeping for my cock. But first, I’m going to treat you, my Queen.”
Diving in, I licked up her pussy lips, taking in all of her cream. Moaning, I kept her legs apart as I continued to lick and suck, my tongue delving between her folds and then back to her clit. When her legs shook, I gave one more lick before pulling back.
My beard was soaked with her cream, making me harder as I imagined smelling her for hours after. The primal part of me got off on that.
Grabbing a condom, I slipped it on and lined up my cock. Hesitating, I debated if I was too big for her. No matter how badly I wanted to sink in, I'd never want to hurt her.
“Give it to me,” she demanded, turning her head to glare at me. “Now.”
Her hands gripped the edge of the desk, her cheeks rosy as she waited for me to fill her. Trusting she knew what she could handle, I pushed forward, her warm pussy lips spreading wide to accommodate me.
“Shit, fuck,” I cursed as I felt her tighten around me. Her pussy was like a vise gripping my cock.
“More,” she encouraged, pushing her hips back onto me. I slipped in even further, my legs shaking as I tried to regain control.
Her whimper spurred me into action, not wanting to hurt or disappoint her.
Keeping a hold of her thighs, I pulled her back as I thrust forward over and over. The desk squeaked from the movement; the sound joining our moans as we rushed to find our release.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she screamed, her body shaking, her walls tightening around me as she came. It was all it took for my orgasm to push me over the edge. I’d denied my body for so long that it was ready to combust when it finally had her.
Shaking, I held her to me as I came so hard I felt all the cum drain from my balls. She’d literally wrung me dry.
Darcie collapsed onto the desk once I pulled out, panting as she gathered her breath. Once blood returned to my brain, I walked to the bathroom and disposed of the condom. Taking a few wet cloths, I returned to her, gently cleaning her up as she lay there. Once I was done, I wrapped her in my arms, cradling her to my chest. Brushing her hair back, I stared into the eyes of the woman who fit me so completely.
“How are you, my Queen?”
“Good. So good,” she mumbled, a soft smile on her lips.
“I’m sorry I’ve been such an asshole,” I whispered, finding it easier to admit the truth now that it was out in the open.
“It’s okay. I kind of like it. It’s fun.”
“You do know how to press my buttons.” I paused, needing to know something. “I’m assuming the guys told you about what our club wants.”
“Mm-hmm. Yep. I’m all good. I love all you fuckers,” she whispered, her eyes falling closed.
I froze, wondering if she meant that the way it sounded. Sitting back in the chair, I let her sleep for a while as I thought about what this meant.
Pulling out my phone, I opened the group message with my brothers.
Bubba: I hate you assholes
It didn’t take long for them to respond.
PB: Does that mean our little firecracker succeeded?
CB: He’s a stronger man than we give him credit for if she didn’t.
PB: Nah, he so gave in. My dick radar is going off. Bubba got some.
CB: I don’t think that sounds as cool as you think it does, bro.
PB: You’re just jealous your dick can’t do it.
CB: Again, not something I’d brag about. Weird flex, bro.
Chuckling, I couldn’t help but laugh at the two idiots who’d become my family.
Bubba: Cowboy is right, PB. It’s weird. Don’t talk about your dick with us.
PB: Is it because mine’s the prettiest?
Bubba: Doubtful.
PB: Want a contest? Sunflower can judge.
CB: I’m still waiting to hear if he gave in to our girl or not first.
Bubba: She smells of sunshine and honeysuckle.
It was quiet for a few before the phone blew up as multiple texts came through.
PB: Yes! Our brotherhood has a Queen.
PB: How is she? Did she survive?
PB: Who gave in first?
PB: I need the details.
CB: How’s Darcie?
Lifting the camera, I took a picture of her sleeping in my arms, her face serene.
Bubba: *pic attached*
Bubba: We’ll be back soon. I don’t want to wake her yet.
PB: God, she’s so fucking gorgeous.
CB: She looks peaceful. I guess that means, good job?
Bubba: You can ask her yourself. I’m not gossiping.
PB: You’re no fun. Hurry back.
CB: I’m happy for you, Waylon.
Bubba: Thanks, brothers. Sorry, it took me so long to believe.
Putting my phone back, I bent down, dropping a kiss on her forehead. Darcie stirred, and my whole world shifted, aligning with her as my center. I meant what I’d said to her. Once I had a taste, there would be no way I could walk away.
She was it for me. Whoever was chasing her just gained three protectors that they’d have to go through first.