My Bad- Lani Lynn Vale

by Vale, Lani Lynn

“I’ve lived with Bayou for most of my life. He knows when I’ve gotten laid.” He walked into the bathroom, giving me a view of his taut ass as well. “I gotta go take a shower real quick. I spilled gas on my pant leg when I stopped before I got your tacos.”

  God, I was such a horn dog.

  Everything about the man was turning me on.

  Even those little dimples above his tailbone were doing it for me!

  When I heard the faucet turn on, I realized that I was going to have to do something about my little problem.

  Something that I wanted him to do all the work on since I knew from experience it would cause my head to hurt worse if I started moving around too much.

  For the first time in hours, my head actually felt very nice. Not better completely, but to the point where I could actually hold a conversation and not worry about my head exploding, or me throwing up all over the person I was talking to.

  Taking off my shirt—Hoax’s shirt—I laid it on the nightstand and snuggled under the covers deeper.

  Then I started to slowly thrum my clit as I listened to him shower. To the water splashing the tile.

  Luckily, he’d learned after that first time to close all my animals out of the bedroom when we were in it, otherwise, they’d make themselves at home.

  I heard him groan, and then his voice call out. “I was going to try to take a shower at your hell-hot temperature, but I can’t do it!”

  I laughed softly and started to circle my clit harder, faster.

  The shower stayed on another five minutes, and I had to stop touching myself because if I didn’t, I’d come.

  Just the thought of the man that I now called mine was enough to make me on the verge without any stimulation at all.

  By the time he finally emerged from the bathroom, turning out all the lights as he went, I was well and truly ready for him.

  When the covers pulled back beside me, I waited impatiently for him to crawl in with me.

  The moment that he was settled and the blanket was once again flat, I moved.

  But, so did he.

  And we bumped our foreheads together.

  Like a couple of dumbasses.

  “Oww,” I whined.

  The beginning of another headache started almost instantly, and I nearly cried out in sadness.

  “Shit,” Hoax growled. “I’m sorry.”

  He wrapped me up in his arms and pressed his lips to my forehead, a little bit off center from where we’d connected just a few seconds before.

  “Head hurt again?” he asked worriedly.

  “A little,” I lied.

  “Such a little liar,” he called me out. “What am I going to do with you?”

  I had a few ideas.

  Love me was one of them, but we weren’t at that stage in our relationship just yet.

  One day we would be, but we weren’t there right then.

  I scooted closer until he could feel my nipples dragging across his skin, and he tensed. “Weren’t you wearing a shirt just a minute ago?”

  “Yes,” I replied. “But I wanted you to come in here and do naughty things to me, so I took it off.”

  “Is that right?” he drawled, sliding his hands up and down my back.

  He pressed another kiss to my forehead, this time with wet lips, and then drew back so he could blow.

  I closed my eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

  Who knew that would feel good?

  I certainly had no idea.

  Then his talented mouth started to do other things. Things that made me feel all tingly inside and out.

  My nipples hardened, and goosebumps started to break out all over my skin as he traced his lips up and down the length of my neck, pressing kisses here and there periodically.

  One hand went up into my hair, while the other went down to my thigh and hitched it up over his hip, exposing me to his now probing fingers.

  I shivered and moaned, scooting impossibly closer to him, and sandwiched his cock between our bodies.

  When I went to reach down and grasp him, he shook his head. “No, I want to touch you first. If you touch me, I’ll lose it.”

  I curled my hands into fists and left them pressed against his back, trying to obey his orders.

  I was sure that I’d break them sooner or later, but for now, I’d put on the good girl act and let him think he was getting obedience out of me.

  His finger swept over me delicately, and everything inside of me tightened with need.

  “You’re wet as fuck,” he froze.

  I smiled and searched for his lips with mine.

  He moved his face to allow me to get what I wanted, and I pressed my lips to his.

  “I was touching myself thinking about you while you were in the shower,” I admitted. “You took a long time.”

  He chuckled. “Got it. I’ll try to take faster showers next time.”

  “You do that,” I gasped when he pushed one finger inside of me to the hilt.

  I arched against him, loving the way he felt inside of me. Even his finger was enough to push me right to the edge.

  His cock was growing harder by the second against my lower abdomen, and it took everything I had not to reach down and grasp it with both hands.

  “I love the way you sound,” he whispered against my ear, his beard tickling my neck and causing shivers to race down my sides.

  I bit my lower lip and arched my neck, allowing him easier access.

  His lips paused at a sensitive spot, and then he sucked the skin in between those sinful lips and pulled.

  Tomorrow I’d have a hickey there. There was no doubt about it.

  If I pulled too hard on my necklace, there’d be a red mark there for hours. Him actively sucking on my neck? Yeah, it’d be there for a week.

  And it was in a really obvious spot, and my shirt, nor my hair, would cover it well.

  Did I stop him?

  Hell no.

  Not only did I like the idea of his mark on me, but I also loved that he was doing it on purpose.

  Not to mention it felt really, really good.

  His mouth unlatched, and he moved further down, this time not stopping until his mouth met my collarbone.

  I felt his penis drag against my leg, and there was no doubt that fluid was leaking out of the tip of his cock because I could feel the coolness of the fluid on my thigh as the cold air touched it.

  My hands twitched again, and this time I didn’t resist. Reaching down, I searched for his cock blindly, but he laughed and pulled away even farther, making what I wanted in my hand even further out of reach.

  I growled in frustration, my hands now reaching for anything that was attached to him.

  His neck happened to be the first thing I grabbed, but I didn’t stop him or demand that certain part of his anatomy to come back into reach.

  Why?

  Because he was descending down my belly, his face going down, and down, and down until he stopped at the apex of my thighs.

  I was forced to let him go, and my hands went upward this time to latch onto the headboard behind my head.

  He growled in approval when he looked up at me.

  The position pushed my breasts out for him to enjoy the view of—if he ever pulled himself away from the way I looked down there.

  “Open your thighs wide,” he ordered.

  I took my time doing it, wanting to tease him. Which in turn caused him to laugh.

  He didn’t wait for me to move my other leg, only pushed it upward, high and wide, until he had it exactly where he wanted it.

  The position put one foot up by his shoulders, planted on the bed, while the other was practically pushed up to my chest.

  He didn’t let go of my thigh, either.

  His hand was digging deliciously into the soft skin, and I glanced at it, thinking that it looked sexy as hell seeing those strong, muscular digits holding on so tight. It was quite possible I’d ha
ve a bruise there, too.

  The placement of that one, nobody would be able to see. But I would, and I’d know exactly how and when it got there.

  A little thrill of excitement started to zing down my spine.

  And then his tongue licked my clit. It was just a short, quick lick, but it was enough that my body bowed upward off the bed, and had I not been holding on already, I would’ve needed to.

  “So fucking pretty,” he growled.

  I looked down at him, my body returning to the bed, and stared as he leaned down and licked me from my clit to my perineum.

  “You taste so fucking good, too,” he breathed between licks. “Like liquid sugar. Gonna miss this when I’m gone.”

  A pang of sadness rolled through me, but before I could start to dwell on it, he paused at the entrance to my pussy and stabbed his tongue inside.

  Sensations assaulted me from everywhere.

  Not only had he entered me, but his hand had tightened on my thigh, causing it to pinch, and his beard had started to rasp against my sensitive folds.

  He was probably smearing my juices all through his beard.

  Which I decided to tell him, just in case he cared.

  “I’m going to try out some new beard balm,” he teased. “I hear it has a good conditioning effect. I’ll have to repeat it as often as I can to obtain the highest gains possible.”

  I started to laugh.

  But then he went back to licking, and I couldn’t any longer.

  I was a squirming, needy mess by the time he’d deemed it necessary to finish me off.

  But I didn’t want to finish that way. I wanted him inside me when I came.

  I wanted to feel him force his way inside. I wanted to feel that delicious stretch.

  “Please,” I whispered hoarsely. “I want you inside me.”

  He must’ve heard the need in my voice because he didn’t argue, only gave me one last lick that sent my toes curling, and then crawled up my body like a cat stalking his prey.

  My eyes connected with his, and I nearly came just from the need I could see written clearly all over his face.

  “When I saw you,” he settled himself firmly between my thighs and nudged my thighs just a little bit further apart as he positioned himself at my entrance. “I had no clue just how good you’d be.” He thrust inside, hard and fast. “How good you’d feel.” Thrust. “How fucking much I’d want you.”

  Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

  My breasts were jiggling, my thighs were shaking, and I was sure had I been standing, I’d be collapsing due to the onslaught of sensation roaring through me.

  “I never knew how perfect you’d be for me until that first time in the bathroom.” He told me. “Didn’t realize that I’d become addicted to this pussy.” He growled, his mouth coming down on mine for a quick, hard kiss. But with how hard and fast he was moving, he didn’t stay there for long. Our eyes stayed connected, though. “But here I am, not giving one single fuck that you own me.”

  That’s when I shattered, coming so hard that my vision dimmed, and the only thing that I could see was the determination written all over his face.

  “Fuck yes,” he growled, neck muscles straining.

  And then he was coming, too.

  Hard.

  While I rippled around him, his cock started to jerk, hot splashes of his release bathing my insides as he did.

  It was only long seconds later, as he partially lay on top of me, his cock still inside me and semi-hard, that I realized my headache was now completely gone.

  “By the way,” I yawned, turning my open mouth to his chest as I tried to cover it. “Can you tell me why your cousin sits and stares at my house every day?”

  He paused. “She’s watching your house?”

  I nodded. “I’ve seen her three or four times now. All at different times. She was driving down our street today instead of me actually catching her in front of my house, but still. Bayou wasn’t home and neither were you, so she had to have known y’all weren’t there, meaning she couldn’t have been doing something normal like coming to see y’all.”

  He growled. “Brielle…”

  I patted his chest. “I don’t want to talk about her. I just wanted to tell you what was going on. Just in case you thought it needed to be addressed.”

  He grumbled something under his breath. Something that sounded similar to ‘I’m going to kill her.’

  Grinning, I changed the subject.

  “So…” I whispered tiredly. “Your spit kisses on my forehead help my headaches, and so do orgasms.”

  He rolled until I was over the top of him, and I was using him as a pillow.

  He chuckled underneath me as he resituated himself. “I’ll remember that the next time that you have one. Spit kisses in public, and orgasms in private.”

  I tucked my face into his neck and hummed in agreement. “At least until you leave, that is. Then I’ll have to just deal with it like I always do.”

  Chapter 11

  I think my soul mate might be tacos.

  -Text from Pru to Hoax

  Hoax

  At least until you leave, that is. Then I’ll just have to deal with it like I always do.

  The words that had come out of her mouth last night as she’d fallen asleep hadn’t been intended maliciously. But they’d hurt to hear all the same.

  On the one hand, I didn’t want to leave her. But on the other, my Delta team had been without me for an extended period now after the original break and then prolonged healing. They deserved to have me at their back. We were a team for a reason.

  I had five days left before I was scheduled to fly out of Texas and into a desert hell hole.

  I needed to get my affairs in order, and I needed to stop being a little whiny, love-sick bitch.

  But I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about Pru.

  I’d never met anyone like her before, and I certainly had never felt what I was feeling before, either.

  I’d had plenty of girlfriends. Plenty of one-night stands. Plenty of experience in what love didn’t feel like.

  And what I had with Pru? It was love. There was no way around it.

  The things I felt for her would’ve scared me with any other woman. But with Pru? It just felt right. It felt like it was supposed to feel—easy and fucking awesome.

  “Why do you have that look on your face?” Bayou asked, coming out of his bedroom dressed in full uniform. “And why are you on my couch? I thought you were staying with Pru.”

  I was.

  “You and I need to talk.” I sighed. “Brielle is being a pain in the ass.”

  Bayou’s face went slack. “What’d she do?”

  “She’s calling me hundreds of times a day. Sending text messages. Driving by Pru’s house…man, it’s getting ridiculous,” I told him.

  It was better to be blunt with Bayou when it came to Brielle. He was so goddamn protective of her that sometimes he refused to see the truth when it was staring him in the face.

  “How do you know she’s not driving by my house?” he countered.

  I gave him a droll look. “Because she drives past your house, and then turns around so that she’s one house down from yours, across the street from hers, and stares at her house for long minutes. It’s freaking Pru out.”

  Bayou growled in frustration. “I’ll talk with her.”

  I grunted out a reply. “You do that. In the meantime, inform her that she needs to control herself, and stop with the stalking, because it’s fucking weird.”

  Bayou sighed. “Brielle’s weird.”

  Brielle was weird.

  She’d always been weird.

  But she couldn’t always help being weird. She was wired wrong.

  Luckily, unluckily for Bayou, she wasn’t completely focusing that ‘weird’ on me.

  Though, Brielle was usually only weird with Bayou and me.

  I wasn’t sure if it was bec
ause she’d kind of latched on to us when she’d first come around, needing the reassurance that our care for her offered, or what.

  Whatever the reason, we were both protective as hell over her.

  And, from the beginning, I’d always protected her.

  But now, with Pru? Pru came first, and always would.

  I hadn’t realized that I could love a person like I did in such a short amount of time. That my love for Pru would trump any I felt for anybody else, even my cousins that were my only family.

  But there I was, staring Bayou in the face, letting him know that if he didn’t control Brielle, I would.

  “I know,” he repeated. “I realize that it’s a problem, and I’ll address it.”

  “You do that.” I stood up and reached for my phone and keys that were on the coffee table. “What time do you have to be at work?”

  He looked at his watch, the watch face resting on the inside of his right wrist. “In sixty-seven minutes. My shift starts at seven. I have to be there at six forty-three, or I’ll be late. Meaning I have to be leaving here at…”

  I rolled my eyes. He continued to give me every single detail, explaining why and when he’d have to leave.

  Bayou was very literal. He’d always been that way.

  Honestly, there were several quirks about Bayou that were odd as well. That was why, I knew, Brielle and he had hit it off as well as they did. It was also why Bayou was so protective of Brielle. She was different, just like he was. And he knew what it was like to be picked on.

  I was a very good fighter. I hadn’t learned that particular skill because I’d wanted to learn how to fight. I’d learned it because I’d had to protect Bayou and Brielle since I was at an impressionable age.

  Nobody picked on them when I was around and didn’t pay the price for it.

  “Do you want to go to breakfast?” I asked.

  He grimaced. “I was meeting Brie for breakfast.”

  I shook my head. “Then I’ll let you do that on your own. Let me know how it goes.”

  “You can come, and I’ll have that particular discussion with her after you leave,” he offered.

  I thought about that for a few minutes and then nodded my head. “I can do that.”

  ***

  “I need to order a platter of waffles and that fruit stuff that comes with my meal on the side,” I told our waitress thirty-eight minutes later. “And can you get me a vanilla latte, half shot, as well? All of it to go?”