by Harley Wylde
“I expected to get out of prison and hear that you were married or at least seeing someone. I’d hoped you’d made a good life for yourself.”
“I have a good life,” I said. “I don’t have to have a man for that. Although, I guess I technically have a MC full of them, just not in a romantic way.”
“What do you want from me, Adalia? If Griz knew I was here, especially with you mostly naked, he’d have my balls. You’re the President’s daughter, which means it’s hands off. So, if I’m going to get my ass kicked, I need you to be really clear on what you expect.”
I licked my lips. “I don’t expect anything. But… What I want is for you to kiss me, to touch me. I want to fall asleep with your arms around me, knowing it isn’t a dream this time.”
“You’re asking for a lot,” he muttered. “If I get my hands on you, it won’t stop at kissing and touching. I can’t lie in bed with you all night and not want to fuck you.”
My breath hitched as I pictured us in my bed. My thighs clenched, and I ached in a way I never had before. I wanted Badger, more than anything, and it seemed like he wanted me too. What would it take to make him act on those feelings? I didn’t pretend to know anything about men, despite the fact I read sexy books with half-naked men on the covers.
“I’m not asking you to,” I said softly. “I want that. I want you.”
Badger set his mug on the coffee table and reached for me. He slid his hands around my waist and hauled me onto his lap. His eyes were a stormy gray, and they pulled me in. It felt like I was free-falling, and we hadn’t even done anything yet. Gently, he eased his fingers into my hair, cupping the back of my head, and he pulled me closer. He slanted his mouth over mine, in the softest of kisses, but that brief touch was enough to make the dam break. Badger groaned and thrust his tongue between my lips. I melted against him, kissing him back, and hoping he didn’t realize I was inexperienced.
Hell, this was my first kiss, and it was everything I’d ever dreamed it would be.
I felt his hand leave my hair and slide down to the front of the shirt. My heart was pounding as he unbuttoned the front, slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. When the last one was unfastened, he pulled back, his gaze dropping as he parted the shirt and exposed my bare body.
“So fucking beautiful,” he said, as he lightly trailed his fingers across my stomach.
I shivered, but it wasn’t from being cold. I was hot, so very hot. The rough touch of his fingers made me want to beg him to never stop. My nipples were hard, and he lightly brushed his thumb across one. I couldn’t hold back the moan that built in my throat, and I knew my pussy was getting wetter by the minute. He moved his hand down farther, teasing me before slipping his hand between my legs. Badger groaned and he laid his forehead against my shoulder.
“Christ, baby. All slick and wet. You make me want you so bad.”
“I want you too,” I admitted softly.
He lifted his head and stared into my eyes. “Part of me wants to bend you over the back of the couch, and fuck you until we both come. But you deserve better than that. So, I’m going to make you come, and then if you still want me, we’re going to move this to the bedroom.”
I leaned toward him, brushing my lips against his. Badger deepened the kiss as his fingers rubbed back and forth across the lips of my pussy. The scruff on his jaw was probably going to give me whisker burn, but I didn’t care. I’d wear the marks proudly, and remember this moment every time I looked in the mirror and saw them.
“Spread your legs, sweet girl. I want to watch you come apart in my arms.”
I could feel my cheeks burning as I spread my thighs farther apart. Badger teased me, his fingers sliding along the lips of my pussy, but never touching me where I wanted it most. I gasped as he plunged a finger inside me, thrusting it in and out a few times before he started to rub my clit with his thumb. Oh, God. This was way better than anything I’d ever dreamed about. After a few more strokes, he added a second finger.
“Damn, Adalia. You’re tight as a fucking virgin.”
I knew I should tell him the truth, but I worried he’d leave me if he knew. I bit my lip and just focused on the pleasure. Something was building inside me. My nipples hardened even more, and I felt like my body was tightening, straining for release. He didn’t stop, not even when it became too much and I squirmed to get away from him.
“Shhh. Let it happen, baby. Just let go,” he murmured, pressing a kiss against my temple.
I cried out as the most incredible pleasure I’d ever felt rolled over me. I’d have sworn I even blacked out for a moment, but as I slowly blinked and the room came back into focus, I felt Badger’s fingers still thrusting inside me.
“Watching you come like that was the best welcome home gift I could have ever had.” He smiled. “If you want to stop, I’ll get up and walk away right now.”
“Stay.”
He didn’t say anything for a few minutes, and I was worried he’d changed his mind. Badger pulled his hand away, then helped me to my feet. I wobbled a moment, but he steadied me as he stood up. Without a word, he lifted me into his arms and began striding down the hall. He bypassed the smaller bedroom and entered the room I’d claimed as mine.
A lamp was burning on the nightstand, and my cheeks flushed when I realized his picture was sitting right next to it. He stopped just inside the doorway and took everything in, his gaze scanning the room from one side to the other, then he eased me down onto the bed.
“Last time. Are you sure about this?” he asked.
“I’ve never wanted anything more.”
Badger removed his cut and tossed it onto a nearby chair, then grabbed the back of his black tee and pulled it over his head. I’d always thought guys were sexy when they did that. I’d tried it once and gotten tangled up in my shirt. I licked my lips as he kicked off his boots, removed his socks, and reached for the buckle on his belt. He hesitated only a moment before unbuckling it, then he unfastened his jeans and shoved them down his legs. And holy fuck! He went commando.
“I normally clean things up a little down there,” he said, waving a hand toward his cock. “Haven’t exactly had access to trimmers and I wasn’t about to use a cheap prison-issued razor anywhere near my dick.”
I didn’t care. I thought he was beautiful, but he probably wouldn’t care for that word. Badger kicked his clothes away and stalked toward me. He had that swagger that screamed he knew how to please a woman, and he damn well knew it. My body was still buzzing from the orgasm he gave me in the living room, and I had a feeling it would be twice as incredible when his cock was inside me.
“Stand up, sweet girl,” he said, crooking a finger at me.
I rose to my feet and stared into his eyes as he slid the flannel shirt down my arms, and I stood in front of him, completely bare, and extremely turned-on. If he didn’t do something soon, I worried I’d combust.
Chapter Three
Badger
Adalia looked like a goddess, her honey-colored hair curling down her back, and those big blue eyes looking at me with complete trust and more than a little desire. Her gaze dropped to my cock, and she sucked in a breath. Yeah, I was big and got that reaction from a lot of women. None of them had ever mattered, though, and Adalia did. I didn’t know if the size of my cock scared her or turned her on, and if she asked me to leave I’d get dressed and walk away.
“Will it fit?” she asked in a near whisper.
I bit my lip so I wouldn’t laugh. “It will fit, sweet girl. Promise.”
Adalia backed up and then lay across the bed, her thighs parted in invitation, and fuck if I wasn’t going to take her up on that offer. I crawled up the bed toward her, kissing her soft skin along the way. My weight settled over her, and my cock brushed against her wet pussy, making me go completely still.
“Fuck. Condom,” I said, closing my eyes. The two condoms in my wallet were ten years old, and I damn sure knew better than to use them. It would be risky as hell.
I wasn’t sure I liked the fact she brought men back here often enough to keep condoms stocked. The way she’d talked before, I’d thought maybe she didn’t really date that much. But only sexually active women kept condoms on hand. At least, I couldn’t think of another reason for her to have them. I reached over and opened the drawer, pulling out a strip of three condoms.
“I stole them from the clubhouse earlier when no one was looking,” she said. “Are they the right kind?”
I looked at the packaging and grinned. Yeah, she’d gotten magnums. And I liked knowing that she hadn’t just had these lying around. “You did good, baby.”
I ripped open a package and rolled the condom down my shaft before tossing the other two onto the nightstand. I glanced at the framed picture there and got even harder knowing that she’d wanted to keep me close. I just hoped that being with me tonight lived up to her every fantasy.
“Wrap your legs around my waist, baby.”
She hooked her calves around my hips and I felt her ankles cross over my ass. I braced my weight so I wouldn’t crush her, then lined up my cock with that pretty pussy of hers and eased inside. I took it slow, giving her time to adjust. As tight as she was, I worried I might hurt her. Her body stretched and welcomed me in, and soon I was balls-deep. Christ, but I couldn’t remember ever feeling anything like it.
It took every ounce of control I had not to just pound into her. It was almost like she’d been made just for me, the way she fit me so perfectly. I thrust in and out, slow and steady, trying to take my time and make sure she enjoyed it. Her nails bit into my shoulders and her body started to flush, a rosy tint starting at her breasts and creeping up her neck.
“Damn, sweetheart. Already?”
She whimpered and bit that lip, looking all kinds of sexy. I braced my weight on my knees and one hand, then reached between us to rub her little clit. I could tell she was already close, but I wanted to send her flying. I took her harder, deeper. Her legs trembled around my waist so I pressed a little tighter on her clit, and then she was screaming out my name. My real fucking name.
“Colton!”
Fuck. Just hearing my name on her lips, and her pussy squeezing me just right, was enough to make me come. I didn’t stop thrusting until every drop of cum had been wrung from my balls. As much as I wanted to collapse on top of her, I grabbed the condom and pulled out before flopping onto my side. I pressed a kiss to her cheek, then got up to deal with the condom. In the hall bathroom, I tied off the latex and tossed it into the trash, cleaned myself off, and went back to the tempting woman lying in bed.
I pulled the covers down, then we crawled underneath the sheet and quilt. Adalia curled against me, her head resting on my shoulder. I felt… content. Satisfied. It should have scared the shit out of me, but honestly, I was too fucking tired to worry about it too much. I hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in ten years. As much as I hated to be the guy who fucked, then fell asleep, I could already feel my eyes getting heavy.
“Thank you,” she whispered as she snuggled closer. “Will you stay?”
“I’ll stay,” I told her. Besides, there were still two condoms left.
We both fell asleep for a few hours, but I woke before the sun was rising. Adalia looked so damn young as I studied her features. I knew she was only twenty-three, and at thirty-eight I felt fucking ancient in comparison. Hell, two more weeks and I’d be thirty-nine. I knew that whatever this was between us couldn’t last, but I was going to enjoy it while I could. I slid down the bed and crawled between her thighs, teasing her awake with my tongue. It didn’t take much to get her nice and wet again. I flicked my tongue against her clit, pushing her thighs wider apart. Her cream coated my tongue as she came, and it was the sweetest thing I’d tasted in a long damn time.
She blinked at me with sleepy eyes and a soft smile curving her lips, then I rolled her onto her stomach and lifted her hips. Nudging her thighs wider, I watched as her pussy opened and beckoned me closer. I quickly rolled on another condom, then gripped her hips and plunged deep. Adalia cried out, but pushed back against me.
“Hold on tight, sweet girl.”
I fucked her fast, hard, and deep, giving her everything I had. I felt completely out of control, and watching my dick disappear inside her, only to pull out covered in her cream was enough to make me want to rip off the condom and take her bare. I knew she’d feel like fucking heaven wrapped around my dick without any barriers, and I had this insane urge to fill her with my cum. I wanted to watch it leak out of her and coat her thighs, wanted my scent on her for hours. I’d been tested at the prison a few days before my release and knew I was clean, since I hadn’t fucked anyone after that test, but I didn’t know if she was on birth control. Taking a chance like that was too damn risky. I was nowhere near daddy material, and probably never would be.
“I can’t think of anything I like more than being inside you.”
“You feel so good,” she said, moaning as I thrust a little harder. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
Yeah, like that was going to happen. I fucked her until she came, crying out my name again, and then I let loose. I took her like a man possessed, pounding into her, until I shot my load into the condom. Panting for breath, I stayed buried inside her for a moment, wanting to stay connected just a little bit longer.
When I finally pulled out, Adalia collapsed onto the bed and groaned. I swatted her ass before I went to dispose of the condom and clean up. She was already curled up and asleep again when I got back to the bedroom. I wrapped my body around hers and dozed off again. The next time my eyes opened, the sun was shining through the windows. I didn’t know what time it was, but I knew I couldn’t stay. Not without getting caught. I’d ridden my bike to her house, and it was parked in the driveway for anyone to see. Even if the guys had stayed up all night partying, there was a chance someone would ride past her house and see the bike there.
I wasn’t going to slip away while she was sleeping, though. I’d done that before, but Adalia was different. She deserved more than a hard fuck and me vanishing without a word. I smoothed her hair back from her face and marveled at how damn beautiful she was. I knew one day she’d settle down with some nice law-abiding guy, someone who could give her a better life than an ex-con like me. I didn’t like the thought of her being in another man’s arms, but I knew it would happen sooner or later. Guys like me didn’t end up with women like her.
I kissed her until she woke up and gave me a sleepy smile.
“I should shower and get out of here,” I said. “It would be pretty bad if your dad showed up and I was still here, especially naked in your bed. Or balls-deep in your pussy.”
“Can I join you? I’ve never showered with anyone before.”
Oh, fucking hell. How could I say no to that? “Sure, baby.”
She crawled out of the bed, and as I stood up to follow her, I was wishing we had a lot more condoms. Watching her ass as she sauntered down the hall was torture. I hadn’t had a chance to do half the things I wanted, but sticking around wasn’t a good idea. My ass needed to be as far from her as possible, as fast as possible. The way she’d opened up to me, been so damn honest, it wasn’t just her dad I was worried about. If I stayed with Adalia much longer, she might think this was more than just one night. I didn’t do relationships. Never had and never would.
Adalia started the shower, and when steam began to billow out of the stall, she stepped under the spray, reaching out to grab my hand and drag me in behind her. I shut the door and watched as the water cascaded down her body, dripping from her pretty pink nipples, and sliding down the curve of her belly. How anyone so damn sweet could be equally seductive was a puzzle, but Adalia pulled it off. She was like this adorable, blonde angel until you got her behind closed doors. The way she’d come apart in my arms would be a memory I cherished the rest of my life. I’d never seen anything so beautiful before, and I doubted I ever would again.
> I reached for her shower gel, the honeysuckle scent I’d smelled last night wafting from the bottle as I popped open the lid and squirted a liberal amount onto my palm. Her eyes darkened, and she did that lip biting thing that drove me nuts as I rubbed my hands together, then reached for her. Her skin was soft, and I tried to memorize every curve as I washed her. Adalia pressed her breasts against my palms as I soaped them, my thumbs circling her nipples. She was so fucking responsive that even a monk would have been tempted.
I helped Adalia rinse, and before I could wash myself, she was getting a handful of honeysuckle shower gel and rubbing it across my chest. Fuck. The light touch of her hands on my body was enough to make me hard as granite. When her small hand gripped my cock, I couldn’t hold back. I thrust against her palm and claimed her lips in a kiss guaranteed to make her toes curl. It had been a long fucking time since a woman had made me come in their hand, but if anyone could do it, it was Adalia. Even before I’d gone to prison, I’d never gotten off this easy. I could feel my balls drawing up and knew I was going to blow at any moment.
I reached between her legs, stroking my fingers against her pussy and opening her up. I thrust them deep and curled them a little as I pulled back, then thrust inside her again. She whimpered against my lips as I teased her clit, wanting to make her come.
“I want you,” she murmured against my lips. “Please, Colton.”
Every time she said my name, it did something to me. No one used the name Colton anymore, except for the judge who had sentenced me to jail. But having a woman say it, especially during a passionate moment, was a unique experience. I’d been called Badger for so fucking long, I didn’t know if anyone even remembered my name. Except Adalia.
I gripped her waist and lowered her onto my cock. Pressing her against the tiled wall, I took her hard and deep, not holding anything back. My mind was clouded with lust as I pounded into her sweet pussy. She came, squeezing my dick so good I nearly saw stars, but I didn’t stop, didn’t slow down. I was too far gone to think rationally, and it wasn’t until the first splash of cum slicked her channel that I realized I’d just taken her bare. My body shuddered as I thrust deep one last time, staying buried inside her as my cock twitched in the aftermath of the strongest release I’d ever had.