Legion of Guardians: (Book 1-5)

by Xyla Turner

  I’d been telling Carol to move for the longest. She had me by three years and was a free spirit if I’d ever seen one. Never stayed in one place for too long and was always traveling somewhere on a cruise ship. She’d been damn near around the world on a boat. They had unlimited food and drinks so that was right up Carol’s alley. Betty was her traveling side-kick, so it made sense she wanted to find another one.

  “Yeah, that’s so. Got a room till I get on my feet?” she asked.

  Damn. Of all the times, she could have picked, it was now when I was thinking of starting something.

  “If you don’t, that’s fine too,” she added.

  “No, no. You’re good. I have three bedrooms here. I only occupy one.”

  The microwave beeped after re-heating my breakfast. It was a bacon and sausage omelet. She put that on the post-it note.

  “You have a new microwave?” Carol asked. “Every time I talked to you on the phone, yours made a crazy noise and caused the phone to break up when it was on.”

  I laughed because she was right.

  “Naw, I’m at ...” I paused because I didn’t know how to define Dessy just yet. “At a lady friend’s house.”

  “A lady friend?” Carol’s voice rose. “Since when do you have lady friends? I thought you swore off all women after Marie.”

  “No, I just didn’t want to marry anyone else,” I clarified. “I’m still a fucking man, Carol.”

  “Oh, I know, but I must meet her. This lady friend of yours.” She cackled. “You’re spending the night, using the microwave and shit. What in the fuck?”

  Her laughter turned into a nasty cough. It didn’t sound good.

  “Carol,” I called.

  “I’m fine. Just a little cough,” she said.

  “Don’t sound like one.”

  “It is.”

  “Fine, when are you coming?” I asked.

  “Probably next week. I need to tie up some loose ends on this side but I’ll be in touch. The first night, I want to have dinner with your lady friend. Okay?”

  “We’ll see. Friends come and go,” I clarified.

  “Not the ones that you have breakfast with the next morning.”

  I grunted.

  “Bye.” She laughed and hung up.

  This would be interesting.

  After doing my rounds at the compound, the Guardian’s garage and facilitating an ongoing operation. I made my way to the gym to go workout. When I arrived, I saw Dessy helping a customer who was more interested in signing up for a membership with her cleavage and not the club.

  “Dessy,” I barked at her.

  Her head jerked up and the smile that spread across her face was fucking priceless. I couldn’t even stay mad at the man for attempting to sign up for her jugs.

  “Hey, Bear,” she called back. “You need me?”

  “No,” I responded. “Going to work out. I’ll stop by on my way out.”

  “Okay,” she replied with that smile still on her face.

  Shit, I think I might have been smiling too.

  That shit was contagious.

  She was fucking me up big time. It made me wonder, why I waited so long.

  My workout was filled with thoughts of her and that was not helpful. I almost dropped the fifty-pound barbell on my chest.

  Bronx came to spot me and said, “You alright. Something on your mind?”

  “No, brother,” I grunted with the weight. “Just living life.”

  “So, I see.” He was looking at my neck.

  Goddammit.

  I forgot Dessy had marked me. That sneaky little....

  She marked me.

  Before I could stop, I burst out laughing almost bringing the weight on my chest again. Thank God Bronx was there. I couldn’t help it as I thought about taking her last night and how she took everything I gave.

  “Fuck, Bear. You might not want to handle heavy shit when you’re pre-occupied.” Bronx lifted the weight and put it on the bar.

  “Shit, you’re right. I needed to blow off some steam but maybe a swim or the steam room would be better.” I was still laughing.

  “What’s so funny?” Bronx shook his head.

  “Man, I’ll tell you another time.” I stood up. “Dessy got a break coming up?”

  “If you’re here, I’m sure she does.”

  “Thanks, brother.”

  I stalked outside and saw she was on her phone and customer free.

  “Dessy?” I called.

  Her head popped up and those brown eyes met mine.

  “You’re finished already?” she asked with her hand covering the receiver.

  “No, I need you.” I stopped myself from saying too much. “Bronx said you’re on break.”

  She nodded, and yelled, “Jax, I’m on break.”

  Then she hung up the phone, moved around the counter and walked towards me wearing black tights and a racer-back tank top, that showed her toned, yet feminine biceps just fine. The closer she got to me, all I could think was – mine.

  Fuck.

  I held out my hand, she grabbed it and we went back to that laundry room with the locking door and machines running.

  “You marked me,” I said as she sat down on the bench, where I pointed to my neck.

  At first, her eyebrows drew together, then recognition hit and she said, “It wasn’t on purpose.”

  “Bullshit,” I interrupted. “You marked me on purpose. Why?”

  “I was caught up, Bear. I swear, it wasn’t intentional.” She seemed nervous.

  I stood up and moved in front of her.

  “Stand on the bench,” I commanded.

  She obeyed me and I pulled down her spandex pants along with her thong.

  “Turn around and accept your punishment.”

  Once she did, my hand connected with her left globe.

  “You only mark me when I say so.”

  Slap.

  “I mark you when, how and if I please.”

  Slap.

  “You need to ask permission.”

  Slap.

  “Understand?”

  Dessy moaned her response right before I slapped her other cheek again.

  “Now, it’s my turn.”

  My arm wrapped around her waist, picked her up off the bench and moved her so her back was against the industrial sized washers. Once she was on her feet, I pushed my shorts down along with my boxers and lifted her back up, while stepping on her tights, so at least one leg would come off.

  Those big eyes grew low when she realized what I was about to do. Lifting her back up, I lined my dick up with her waiting pussy and hefted my leg against the washer and started to slowly slide her up and down on me.

  “Oh shit, Bear,” she cried out.

  Both of my hands were full of her hot ass, as my hard cock caressed those inner walls. If only I could see it sliding in and out, I’d probably bust right then.

  “Fuck,” she breathed. “You’re so big.”

  “Don’t you forget it,” I said against her neck.

  Gripping her ass, I began to hold it still while I fucked her hard against the dryer. She continued to bounce on it with her ankles locked around my back and her arms around my neck.

  “Bear,” she cried out. “Fuck me, Bear.”

  Oh God.

  “I’m cumming,” I whispered in her neck right before I latched on and started to suck on it.

  She needed my mark. It needed to be visible and a deterrent to any pussy-footin’ boys looking to sign up for any other membership besides the gym.

  “Bear,” she sagged on me as I continued to suck hard on her scorching skin.

  My index finger found her asshole and penetrated it, causing Dessy to start shaking all around my dick. Her tight holes were too much for me because I started cumming almost immediately. I didn’t pull out but pushed her against the dryer as I emptied my seed inside of her small channel. My teeth and lips continued to mark her around her neck until I felt it was sufficient.

/>   Instead of putting her down on her feet, I placed her on the bench, grabbed the paper towel and wiped my cum from between her legs.

  Dessy’s mouth was slightly open and her eyes low with exhaustion.

  “You going to be able to continue working?” I asked, half-joking.

  “Not sure,” she murmured.

  “What’s wrong?” I bent down on one knee so I was on her level.

  “You don’t get fucked like that and just start working again.” She looked at me, with her eyebrows pulled together.

  I burst out laughing, pulled her to me by the neck and kissed her lips.

  “You better learn.” I bit the pouty bottom one.

  I stood, pulled up my briefs, while she slowly fixed her clothing.

  “What time you get off today?”

  “In an hour,” she said. “I opened.”

  “You at Peppers tonight?” I asked.

  “No, I’m off.”

  “Okay, dinner at my place.”

  Dessy stood up and smiled. “Okay, Bear. Your place.”

  “Good, now get back to work.”

  Dessy came around six-o’clock, heated up the food and we ate spaghetti, salad and Italian bread for dinner. That shit was beyond good and she had plenty that she brought for me, including the beef stew and chicken marsala. The woman even brought Tupperware, so I could take it for lunch.

  They didn’t make women this sweet anymore. I swear they didn’t.

  “I have one more surprise,” she said after clearing off the table.

  “More?” I rubbed my belly.

  “Yeah, I heard that you like a certain type of cookie, so I made you some.” She hopped up, ran into the kitchen and came back with a large tin can.

  When she finally got it open, there sat a ton of snickerdoodle cookies with a little bit of red sprinkles on top.

  Fuck.

  I grabbed the tin from her, placed it on the table and pulled her to me.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  “Nothing, Bear,” she answered.

  “You want me under your spell?” I asked. “Want me eating out of your hand? Chasing you around like your lap dog?”

  Dessy turned her head to the side, grabbed my ears and said, “That’s what you have me doing already, Bear. I’m completely under your spell. I’ve eaten out of your hand and crawled around to chase you. So, no.”

  Fuck me.

  “Dessy...” I started but she interrupted me.

  “Shh, Bear. Stop over analyzing this and eat a goddamn cookie.” She put a cookie in my mouth and just when I was about to turn her ass over to tan it, the hit from the cookie reached my taste buds and I forgot what she did.

  “Oh, that’s fucking good,” I growled as she put another one in my mouth.

  “It is my mom’s recipe.” She smiled.

  “Damn, woman. I’m going to have to go to the gym every day now.”

  “I won’t complain. I get to see more of you.”

  “You won’t have to worry about that.”

  At all.

  5 - I Hear You

  DESSY

  Things had been going absolutely great with Bear and I. Almost every night this past week, he was at my place or I was at his. We saw each other and fucked the hell out of one another. Well, I tried to fuck him a few times but the man wasn’t having that shit. It was true what they said about him, he was big and hairy, just the way I liked. My hands stayed roaming through his fine chest hairs. That beard had caused an orgasm or two and that mustache definitely made my panties wet on more than a few occasions.

  He didn’t know why I targeted him because I didn’t want him to think I was crazy. My mom called it a gift and I always tried to view it as one but sometimes it felt like a curse. I knew Bear wouldn’t understand but that was the only reason I wouldn’t tell him. Only a few people knew about it, including Shay and Jeb, my last boyfriend. This was how he knew Haz had turned on him and started to hunt both of us. We didn’t have to worry about that anymore because Apollo killed Haz when he tried to attack Shay and Bronx. Shay had shot him a couple of times too because he had a gun on her man. She was my blood cousin, but I would be the first to admit, she was badass for real. I remember Bear told me I could learn a few tricks from her and he was right; like sticking up for yourself, speaking your mind, and not taking shit from anybody.

  That was Shay.

  Shit, she even tried to tackle Bronx when he pissed her off. He loved that shit. I swear that was some foreplay before they actually hooked up. He tempered her crazy and that was how they worked. Kylie was another one that could be off the damn chains. Razor tempered her too. Lori, admittedly was crazy for Apollo but he matched her crazy and those two were inseparable. That was them; I could only tell my story and that included Bear.

  It was Sunday evening and one of those nights that he and I had a nice dinner, talked about random but serious shit and I cuddled into him. As I was drifting to sleep, he told me, “My sister is moving in with me.”

  Well, that woke me right the hell up.

  “O-kay,” I said.

  “Just so you know. We may not see each other every night like this week with her being in town. It’s just until she gets on her feet.” He tried to keep my head from raising to look at him.

  “What do you mean by that?” I asked, a little irritated.

  “What I said. These overnights won’t happen as often and when they do, I’ll probably be over here.”

  This did not sit right with me at all. I knew how I felt was written all over my face and it was a good thing, he was keeping my face buried in his chest.

  I didn’t say anything else because it was guaranteed to be a smart-ass comment. That would lead to a spanking, which would end in him getting me off. While that would have been great, I sort of wanted to be mad because this wasn’t right.

  “You with me?” he asked.

  “I hear you.”

  I eventually fell asleep and when I woke, the smell of bacon and coffee filled the house. Bear wasn’t in bed so that meant, he was the one doing the cooking.

  Holy shit.

  He’d hadn’t cooked yet and I didn’t even know if he knew how.

  I freshened up and came downstairs to find Bear standing over the stove flipping pancakes over the griddle.

  Well, I’ll be damned.

  “Morning,” I called.

  He turned, waved his finger to me which meant come to him. I did and he pulled me up on my toes, kissed me and whispered, “Morning,” against my lips.

  Someone was in a good mood.

  This was never the case because Bear was exactly like a grouchy bear. He didn’t do happy and when he did laugh, I always tried to note what it was about so I could get him to do it again. I loved when he laughed.

  Once the food was ready, he made my plate and this time he fed me again. I was on his lap and after each fork full of pancakes, eggs or bacon he gave me, he ate as well. When we were done, he pushed the plate to the side and said, “I know what I said last night didn’t bode well with you.”

  I remained silent.

  “She’s my sister and she’s lonely. You and I are new, so there’s nothing wrong with going slower than we have been.” He rubbed on my belly. “Right?”

  He wanted me to answer him.

  “Wrong.” His eyebrows went up. “I don’t want to go slow, Bear. This past week has been the best time I’ve had in my life. They’ve been with you and I don’t like this new arrangement because I’ve waited almost two years for us to get started.”

  I didn’t say anything else but if he wanted my opinion, I would give it.

  Bear nodded his head, then he said, “Noted.”

  Nothing else was said, but he acknowledged my words, so I would leave it there.

  I’m certain my enthusiasm had dropped because around noon, Bear said he was leaving and he’d give me a call. Something told me not to wait on that call, but I tried to be positive. I tried to look at it from his perspecti
ve and then the words Shay and Kylie said to me, kept running through my head. “When a man is into you, he’ll move heaven and earth for you.”

  Yup, I wanted Bear to move heaven and earth or at least try.

  On Monday afternoon, Bear called me around three and asked if I could have dinner with him the next night because his sister wanted to meet me. On some level, I was flattered to be a fixture in his life, to even meet his sister but on the other hand, I was a little peeved because why didn’t he want me to meet the sister. Why did she have to initiate the gathering?

  I wasn’t supposed to bring anything but myself, but I still bought a bottle of wine as I did want to make a good impression. Shay thought I should have brought dessert, so if I didn’t like what was going down, I could keep the dessert and have her and Bronx over for dinner.

  Crazy.

  I wished I would have listened to her.

  “Ahh, so you’re Betsy. What is that short for Bethany?” The tall and fairly large woman, who looked like Bear without the mustache and beard, asked.

  This was how I was greeted at the door with Bear in tow behind her.

  “It’s Dessy, Carol. I told you that five seconds ago,” Bear barked.

  “Okay, okay. A woman of my age is allowed to forget.” She gave her brother the side eye. “Speaking of age, how old are you suga? Bear told me you were younger, but my God, not that he was robbing the cradle.”

  Oh shit.

  “I’m twenty-nine,” I replied.

  “Well, I guess not robbing the cradle, just getting them when they are wet behind the ears then.”

  I could tell, this was going to be a lovely dinner. Bear raised his eyebrows as I walked to him and kissed him full on the mouth. He fell in because he was squeezing my ass and causing my dress to rise.

  “Bear, don’t maul her at the door. Damn. Wait until she shares the wine,” Carol commented.

  “Fuck off,” he snapped and squeezed my ass again.

  I stood on my toes and whispered in his ear, “We missed you.”

  Carol nabbed the bottle out of my hand, which was fine, because I wanted only Bear to hear me.

  “Who’s we?” he asked.

  “Every part of my body.” I licked my lips. “My nipples, neck, and my wet kitty.”

  “You’re fucking with me, huh?” He nodded. “Want me to spank your ass, don’t you?”