Talkin' Trash (The Bear Bottom Guardians MC Book 2)

by Lani Lynn Vale

  Without any warm up at all, he went up onto one elbow, shifted his weight, and wrapped his hand around his cock. At the same time, he nudged my legs open farther and notched the head of his cock at my entrance.

  Without warning, he filled me.

  I cried out, a riot of emotions running through my brain.

  It hurt. But it also was a good hurt, despite the sting at first, which eventually turned into such pure pleasure, the likes of which I’d never felt before.

  He pulled out and growled when he saw the stain of my virginity on his cock, hissing between breaths into my ear. “You’re mine. So. Fucking. Mine.”

  I came so hard that I saw stars.

  Hell, I came so hard that I might have even gotten his sheets wet.

  I collapsed, panting, and tried to recover from the most intense orgasm of my life.

  Faintly I heard a floorboard creak, but when another wasn’t forthcoming, I chalked it up to my imagination.

  Finally, after a few long minutes of recovery, and inhaling big gulps of air that smelled exactly like Linc, I got out of bed and checked for any wet spots.

  There weren’t any, thank God.

  It’d look quite weird if I’d had to wash his sheets.

  After doing my business, washing my hands, and brushing my teeth with my finger since there didn’t seem to be any spare toothbrushes—thank God!—I went in search for clothes.

  There weren’t any.

  Five minutes later, I walked out of the bathroom and his bedroom after a search through his drawers and finally decided to stay in the shirt and shorts he’d handed me the night before.

  I stepped out of his bedroom, the door to which had been just barely cracked open, and I made my way to the kitchen where I could hear coffee percolating.

  Following my nose, I came to a sudden halt when I rounded the corner of the hallway.

  My eyes took in Linc as he stood there with sweat dripping down his chest, leaning his elbows on the counter with his head bowed.

  He was breathing hard, and I couldn’t stop the images from my fantasy about him from flashing in my mind all over again.

  “Hey,” I breathed. “I thought you had an interview.”

  I saw the muscles in Linc’s back tense as well as all the muscles in the backs of his legs.

  God, he was wearing those goddamn shorts again.

  The ones that let you see every single freakin’ muscle, vein and appendage that likely shouldn’t be seen.

  The damn man wore them all. The. Time.

  Did he have any idea what those shorts did to me? Did to other women?

  Every single straight female would be panting after catching a glimpse of him in those shorts.

  Jesus, he probably ran in those shorts this morning. Didn’t he know that having his dick on display like that could cause traffic accidents?

  Linc came up from his hunched over height slowly and turned to find me standing there. “It was a phone interview.”

  His shoulders were stiff, and I tilted my head to stare at him.

  But then something he was holding in front of his pelvis caught my eye, momentarily distracting me.

  “What’s that?” I asked, all thoughts of Linc and his penis-baring shorts momentarily forgotten.

  Linc tossed the paper onto the counter and turned swiftly back the other way.

  “Have a look.”

  I did, scooting up close to the counter, approaching it as if it was the snake in the saddlebag reincarnated and ready to strike.

  Out of the corner of my eye, something momentarily caught my attention, and I was torn between looking at it—damn those shorts—or the train wreck on the counter.

  For once, probably in Linc’s entire life, his dick didn’t win out.

  The paper did.

  What could possibly be more important than an up-close glimpse of Linc’s dick?

  A front-page picture in the largest newspaper in the state featuring the two of us and what appeared to be a poop stain on my scrub pants.

  “Oh my God,” I moaned as I stared at the picture. “I look like I shit up my vagina. Seriously, could they not have gotten a better picture?”

  Linc looked over from where he was standing in front of the coffee pot.

  He’d been up for hours.

  Not only had he already worked out, but he’d also had an interview with Sports Ruckus, a magazine that showcased the top athletes in all sports. They were known for not only talking to the player about his sport but also for giving their readers an inside look into that athlete’s day-to-day life.

  “Do you want some coffee?” he asked, sounding bored.

  I narrowed my eyes and saw that he wasn’t unaffected by this, either. He was pissed. His jaw was tight, his eyes were hard, and he was so stiff that…

  I frowned. “What kind of question is that?”

  Linc’s lips twitched, but he didn’t smile.

  “So, was that a yes or a no?” he teased.

  God, I loved his smile.

  I sighed. “It’s a goddamn yes, duh.”

  He did smile that time. “At least they gave a recap of what happened.”

  That was true.

  There was, at least, an explanation underneath the awful picture that said there’d been a wreck, I’d been the first person to arrive on the scene, and I helped save a man’s life.

  They didn’t have all the information, of course, because a lot of it couldn’t be shared in order to protect Hoax’s privacy, but they’d garnered enough tidbits from bystanders that they weren’t completely in the dark.

  “Here,” he said, handing me my coffee.

  I blinked when I saw that it was the right color—a pale tan.

  “You know how I like my coffee?” I asked in surprise.

  He walked away while grunting. “Uh-huh. I’m going to catch a quick shower. The clothes I went out and bought you are on the counter. I hope that they fit.”

  My eyes went to the clothes after I finished watching Linc walk away, his cup of coffee at his lips as he sipped his morning brew and moved down the hall.

  Pushing the newspaper aside with a huff, I got up and went to my clothes, marveling at what a good job he’d done picking them out.

  They all would fit perfectly. I was a medium top, large bottom girl. I had tits and all, but they weren’t massive. I had thick, shapely thighs, and a round ass that I got through a lot of hard work and exercise.

  Speaking of which, I started to squat down, then back up, over and over again, until I reached two hundred.

  Half a month ago, Pru had shown me a squat challenge that she’d asked me to do with her, and I’d agreed.

  What I hadn’t realized was the number of squats that I had agreed to do.

  This particular squat challenge required that each morning when you first woke up, you had to do a hundred squats. Each time after you went to the bathroom, you had to do another fifty. I woke up once in the middle of the night to go, and those bitches weren’t happening when I was half asleep. I’d break my damn neck.

  By the time I’d finished, my legs were sore and shaky, and I was more than ready to change out of Linc’s underwear.

  How did he move around in these? They were horrible. They clung to all the wrong spots, and I was fairly positive that the little flap in front wasn’t centered where it needed to be, even for a man.

  Snatching up my clothes and admiring them along the way, I made a mad dash for Linc’s bedroom, hoping that he closed the door to the bathroom.

  I was not changing in the middle of his living room.

  No way.

  It’d be my luck that his parents would walk through the door and see me in all my naked glory.

  I hurried back to the bedroom with my newly acquired clothes, stopping when the panties he got me fell out of my hands and landed on the floor right outside his door.

  I took a step forward, and I felt the floorboards creak an
d froze.

  A creaking floorboard.

  A. Creaking. Floorboard.

  Had Linc seen me masturbate? Heard me call his name out in the throes of passion?

  Oh dear, sweet baby Jesus.

  He had. Instinctively, I just knew that he had.

  Yet he hadn’t mentioned it.

  But that’d been what was wrong with his dick earlier when I’d first seen the paper.

  He’d seen me, and I’d made him hard.

  I, Conleigh Reins, had made Linc James hard. Again.

  Score!

  Throwing the clothes onto the bed and checking that the door to the bathroom was indeed shut, I stripped off my clothes and reached for the first thing that he’d gotten me. The cutest pair of panties in the world. They were a bright neon green with purple stars all over them. Seriously, I’d have picked the same thing out myself. And, on top of picking them out himself, he’d laundered them. I dropped them on the bed and reached for the bra.

  Unfortunately, in my haste, what I forgot to do was check to see if the shower was still running.

  In my rush to change, I didn’t notice that I wasn’t hearing anything coming from the bathroom.

  Nothing but a rhythmic sound coming from somewhere in his room but I had no clue as to what it was.

  I’d just bent over the bed to grab the bra that matched the panties when I heard a grunt.

  I straightened and whirled, just now realizing that the closet that I’d closed earlier in my search for clothes was now open, and a very tall, muscular form was standing inside.

  Oh, and he just came in his hand and was staring at me like I was a tall drink of water that he wanted to gulp right up.

  Both of us stared at each other for long seconds as we tried to decide what we should do.

  He was the first to break, despite his precarious position.

  “I need a towel,” he rumbled.

  I didn’t want to get him a towel. I wanted to gather his release that was pooling in his hand, lubricate his shaft with it, and slide that fat cock of his into my depths.

  I swallowed hard.

  “Linc,” I breathed. “If you don’t want this, you need to get away from me. You need to go into that bathroom. You need to take a shower, and you need to never speak of this again. Because I can’t handle having this shit stopped a second time. I…want you.”

  And then, before my eyes, Linc did exactly as I’d imagined him doing just a few short moments ago. Though I didn’t use my hand to do it, he used his.

  He fisted his cock in the hand that was coated in his cum and started to stroke that beast which hadn’t deflated a single bit.

  I felt everything inside of me clench as he walked—no, stalked—toward me.

  Muscles rippled. Tendons bunched and released. His breathing picked up.

  And…so did mine.

  Everything felt like it was on the verge of something huge. Something monumental. Something that I’d never, not ever, recover from.

  And when he finally reached me, he took both hands, one still covered in his release, and picked me up by my ass.

  Then, before I could so much as draw in a surprised breath, he lined his cock up with my entrance.

  Before I could tell him to go slow, to tell him that I’d never done this before, he lined that beautiful, goddamn monster cock of his up with my center and rammed it home.

  No build up. No checking to see if I was ready—though I was. Just slam and bam, I was filled.

  It was the most miraculous thing I’d ever felt in my life.

  It didn’t matter that I was a virgin, because I wasn’t a nun. I masturbated. I used my vibrator that was a fairly hefty size almost nightly—all of those times that I masturbated I thought of Linc.

  I wasn’t new to having things inside of me—well, kind of.

  I was new to having something that felt so incredibly good inside of me.

  God, it was the best feeling in the world.

  I couldn’t even begin to describe what it felt like.

  Perfection. Rightness. Utter and total devotion to the man that was currently holding so still inside of me that I might’ve feared he was passed out had he not been standing and holding me aloft.

  My mouth found his in a frantic kiss, and he returned the kiss with just as much urgency as my own.

  I moaned into his mouth when he started to lift me up, hands still on my ass, and he caught that moan with his tongue.

  “Everything that I ever fuckin’ imagined,” he growled, nipping my bottom lip.

  It was more. He was more.

  “Oh, shit,” he growled, continuing to fuck me in slow, measured thrusts. “I just came, and I’m already a few seconds from going again.”

  I didn’t want him to do that.

  Not yet, anyway.

  I wanted this to last forever.

  “No,” I breathed, wrapping my legs tighter around his hips. “You have to go slow so I can enjoy my first time.”

  Everything about Linc stilled.

  I’d never once seen him so still before.

  Chancing a look up at his eyes, I saw a riot of emotions there, playing over his face.

  Surprise, anger, need. They all coalesced until one emotion reigned supreme.

  Possessiveness. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Conleigh, but I’m going to thank every god there ever was that you were put in my path.”

  Then he pulled out so freakin’ slow that I felt like he was pulling my soul out right along with his cock, and pushed just as slowly back inside. Over and over again, he took me like that, using the strength in his arms to lift me up and down off his shaft, and the strength in his legs to hold us up.

  Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into who knew how long.

  But by the time that I couldn’t take it anymore and was ready to come, I knew that I’d never be able to top this experience for the rest of my life.

  “So close,” I breathed. “So freakin’ close.”

  Had I not already masturbated earlier, I would’ve come right along with him earlier. Luckily, I did, because this particular activity had been the best thing I’d ever experienced in my life.

  Both of us were moving fast, me using the strength in my thighs to bounce up and down on his cock, and him using his hands to lift me up only to slam me back down.

  All the while, our eyes stayed locked on each other.

  Our breaths were intermingled, him drawing mine straight from my lungs because we were so close.

  “I’ve wanted this for so fuckin’ long,” he breathed, his voice choppy.

  My hands moved on his shoulders, and one snaked up the back of his neck to latch onto his hair.

  He hissed when I pulled, his eyes dilating.

  “You like it rough, honey?” he questioned.

  Did I like it rough? I had no idea. Would I take whatever Linc wanted to dish out to me? Hell yeah.

  “I’ll take anything you want to give,” I answered, so sure of the outcome that I’d give him anything he wanted.

  Linc would never hurt me. Linc would die before he misplaced one tiny hair on my head.

  So, no, I wasn’t worried about what he wanted to do to me, or how I would respond to it. As long as it was Linc doing it? Yeah, I was down.

  He could tell me he wanted to do butt stuff right now, and I’d be like “sir, yes, sir!”

  His mouth dropped to my neck on a particularly rough thrust, and something started to change inside of me. Things coiled that were usually loose. My nerve endings started to light up.

  And then my orgasm ripped through me.

  There was no buildup. None of the usual signals that I was about to come.

  It was just one second, I was feeling really, really good and the next I was coming so hard that a scream was ripped from my throat.

  I honestly didn’t think I’d be a screamer. I was usually a very quiet person.

 
But apparently, I wasn’t a quiet person when Linc had his fat cock stuffed inside of me.

  And. He. Loved. It.

  “God, I love that you scream for me,” he said through clenched teeth. “And Jesus Christ, your pussy is clamping down so hard on my cock that I can barely get back inside.”

  I would’ve replied, but my mind was too busy being blown.

  His short, jabbing thrusts that had gotten significantly less coordinated were driving my already-great orgasm even higher, and soon I was coming again.

  Let’s just say, multiple orgasms were not my thing.

  No matter how hard I tried on my own, they never happened for me. I’d have to give it at least thirty minutes rest to even consider going again, and honestly, who had time to do that?

  But with Linc?

  Well, let’s just say he must be some kind of sex god or something to get me to come like that. Twice.

  And then he was coming.

  There was no shouting for him. No ass squeezing. No build-up—at least what I could tell.

  Nope. Linc James did everything in silence.

  The only thing that told me he was coming in the first place was the way his entire body had turned rock hard, and the hot splashes that I could miraculously feel jetting inside of me.

  We both stood there for long moments, both of us coming down from our highs.

  But still, he didn’t go soft inside of me.

  He brought his face out of my neck and our eyes finally met again.

  “So, I guess our relationship is officially official?” I teased.

  I was scared to death, and he could likely tell.

  As much as I wanted him to say yes, I also wanted him to say no. If he said no, I would be hurt, yes. But I’d also be able to move on because I hadn’t gotten that much more attached than I already was.

  I did know that no one would ever compare to Linc.

  The last barrier—sex—had finally been broken. I would never be able to lie to myself again that we weren’t physically compatible.

  We were.

  Very much so.

  “It’s been official for a very long time, Conleigh. You just didn’t want to admit it.”

  Linc shifted his arms around me and walked me to the bathroom, his hard cock still inside of me going deeper and deeper with each step.

  I closed my eyes and relished the tiny little aftershocks that were coursing through my body.