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

by Lani Lynn Vale

  She growled and said something under her breath that quickly turned to a groan as my tongue trailed along her nipple. It curved around the edges, not quite going over the peak, causing her to squirm.

  “I thought torture was illegal?”

  I laughed and went for another piece, this one on the curve of her breast.

  I licked and sucked my way down until I was at the apex of her thighs.

  “I’ll never look at one of these donuts the same way again,” I told her.

  Then I got lost in the sweet taste of her mingled with the powdered sugar, not stopping until every single piece was gone, and Conleigh was a quivering mess.

  “Spread your legs,” I ordered.

  She did so without complaint until she realized just how wide I wanted her to go.

  “Linc…” she hesitated.

  I threw her thigh over my shoulder and then pushed off the coffee table, moving it away with my ass as I dropped down to my knees beside her.

  “Yeah?” I asked, knowing she was nervous.

  “What comes next?”

  I growled. “You do.”

  Then I set about showing her.

  “God, you’re killing me, Linc,” she cried out long minutes later.

  I had the taste of her on my tongue and there wasn’t anything on this earth that I’d rather be doing right then.

  “Get up on your knees,” I ordered.

  She did what I asked, albeit slowly.

  Her body was a languid mess, and she looked like she could just as easily fall asleep as she could continue to take what I had to give her.

  But we weren’t nearly done.

  Not even close.

  “Have you ever thought about doing other stuff besides this?” I asked, dragging my fingers through her wetness.

  “Like what?” I asked. “Like sex? Or like public sex? Domination and submission? Bondage? What?”

  “Like sex that involved my cock and your ass for now.” I paused. “But that other stuff? Public sex? That sounds interesting as long as we’re not actually seen doing it, because that could be very bad for me and for you. As for BDSM? Well, I’m not quite that kinky…I’m sure there are certain aspects that I wouldn’t mind trying. But good old-fashioned vanilla sex really does it for me when it comes to you.”

  “What?” she squeaked. “We can’t have butt sex. I’ve never done butt stuff before!”

  I laughed and lowered my shorts until they were down below my balls, then moved until I was behind her on the couch, pressing my length against her for a few long seconds.

  “Why not?” I asked, teasing her with the head, dragging it through the wetness and swirling it along her entrance.

  The heat coming off of her pussy was going to kill me. I just knew it.

  And the way she was so wet for me was making it hard for me to control myself. I wanted nothing more than to sink my cock into that sweet pussy and pound into her until we both found release.

  But that wasn’t what tonight was about. Tonight was about pushing our boundaries and making her feel things she never thought she’d feel.

  I squeezed the globes of her ass and urged her up to her knees, which she gave me instantly, despite her hesitancy to do “butt stuff.”

  “Linc,” she whispered. “Are you sure? I don’t know about this. What if it hurts?”

  “If it hurts, we’ll stop.” I paused. “But from what I understand, there is going to be a small amount of pain, but only as long as it takes for you to stretch around my cock and get used to having something in there.”

  “What do you mean ‘from what I understand?’ You’ve never done this?” she asked.

  “Well, I get the general concept. I’ve seen porn. I’ve read up about it.” I paused. “But the actual act of sticking my cock in someone’s ass? No. When I was younger—before Conleigh, or BC as I like to call it—I was all about pussy. The faster and more, the better. Then I met you and, well…I didn’t want to do anything with anyone else.”

  Admitting that I’d been a monk since I met her wasn’t the mood killer I thought it would be. Quite the opposite actually. She seemed to like that a lot, if the little pleased smirk on her face was any indicator. What she didn’t seem to like, going by the flare of her nostrils, was talk about the women before her. Good to know.

  “God, you’re killing me,” she growled. “Can you at least fuck me while you try to convince me that this is a good idea? At least that will distract my mind from thinking about it.”

  That wasn’t fear that I heard in her voice, though. It was anticipation.

  She wanted me—everywhere. She was just nervous about it.

  I pulled back so that my dick wasn’t smashed against her ass and pressed the head until it was notched at her entrance.

  Her breath caught as I slowly started to ease inside.

  My eyes closed as the exquisite sensation of her wet heat surrounding my shaft nearly overwhelmed me.

  I masturbated before she came home, jacking off to thoughts of her in her bathroom, and I was still on the verge of losing it.

  When it came to this woman, I really didn’t have any control.

  I groaned the moment my balls met her overheated core, and I had no more length to give her. Everything felt like it was on fire.

  Being inside her was indescribable. I was no poet—I threw footballs for a living.

  But, saying that, there was something about being right where I was, filling her completely, while she panted for breath and pulsed around me as she tried in vain to get used to my length, that made me feel like I was on top of the world.

  “You’re killing me, Linc.” She pushed back so that I ground into her. “Please.”

  I gave her what she wanted. I was helpless not to.

  All she had to do was ask, and I’d give her the beating heart straight out of my chest if that was what she wanted.

  She moaned and buried her face in the couch cushions as I gave her what she needed, pulling out just enough so that she didn’t lose that feeling of fullness before quickly shoving back into her.

  Over and over I did that, waiting for her to forget what I was planning to do.

  And eventually her hands were curling into tiny fists, a sure sign that she was seconds away from coming hard.

  Right when she started to pulse around me, I licked my thumb and slid it into her ass.

  She went off like a rocket, coming so hard that the squeeze of her around me made me want to scream right along with her.

  “Oh, God,” she whispered shakily as I moved my thumb in and out of her in time with my cock. “Oh, God. I’m so freakin’ crazy.”

  I grinned and pushed in deeper, loving the way her asshole was so tight.

  What would it feel like to have my cock in there?

  “This is the weirdest sensation ever,” she admitted. “I’ve never felt anything quite like this.”

  Well, that makes two of us.

  “Ready for more?” I asked, punctuating that question with a rough thrust of my cock.

  She inhaled deeply, her pussy once again rippling all around me, and nodded her head.

  For once she was left speechless.

  That was something I was going to remind her of later, like when we were in bed, and she was talking my ear off before we went to sleep.

  “Yes?” I asked, pulling my thumb out and then reinserting it. “Or no?”

  She squeezed her eyes tight and then nodded her head in the affirmative.

  I smiled and reached for the bottle of lube that I’d placed on the end table behind the lamp so that Conleigh wouldn’t see it when she came in the door.

  The click of the cap opening was loud, and she shivered.

  Either in anticipation or fear.

  “I won’t hurt you,” I promised her.

  Her tiny tongue poked out and licked her lips as she turned and opened her eyes.

  There wasn’t fear in her ey
es, and I could see that she really did want this. She just didn’t think she should want this.

  I squirted out some lube onto two fingers, and rubbed them together, thoroughly coating my fingers before dropping the bottle between her spread legs.

  The next couple of minutes I took my time stretching her out, making her ready for my cock while also fucking her slowly.

  It was an exercise in torture.

  One finger, then two, and finally three. In and out. Scissoring them and stretching her. Preparing her.

  It was only when she growled out in frustration that I realized that she’d been ready a while ago, and I’d become the nervous one.

  I laughed and reached for the lube bottle.

  Pulling out of her completely, both of us groaned at the loss.

  Although I was so wet that I likely didn’t need the lube, I coated my cock anyway.

  More was better, or so I’d heard.

  And then I was placing it up against her back entrance and pressing inside.

  At first, she didn’t want to let me in. Despite the long minutes preparing her for me, that band of muscle I’d been coaxing and taming didn’t want to let me in.

  I pushed harder as I used my clean hand to snake around her hip and find her clit.

  She gasped in surprise and momentarily forgot that she was trying to keep me out.

  That was all the time I needed.

  As that band of muscle relaxed, I slipped all the way inside until I had nothing left to give her.

  “Oh, fuck!”

  Oh, fuck was right.

  I had never, not ever, felt anything so hot and tight.

  It was different than being in her pussy. Tighter, yes. Tighter when you first entered, but from there nothing but hot, silky hole that was making my eyes cross with the need to fuck her.

  “Goddamn,” I groaned. “Are you okay?”

  I wasn’t okay, but as long as she was, I’d figure my shit out.

  “Yes,” she breathed. “I’m okay. You can move.”

  Thank fucking Christ.

  I started to move and didn’t stop again until long moments later when she was falling apart beneath me, and I realized that I was on the verge of coming.

  My finger was still slowly circling her clit, and each measured thrust was a test of my control.

  I was lost in my movements, loving the way it felt.

  But her sharp slap to my wrist had my eyes opening and my hand dropping far enough that she could slip her own tiny hand in.

  “God, just fuck me hard already. I won’t break. I’ll do this,” she growled.

  Then she leaned forward and slammed back.

  I saw stars.

  And that was also when I forgot to be civilized.

  Minutes, seconds. Hell, hours. Who the fuck knew?

  What felt like forever later, my balls drew up, and I came.

  Apparently, that was what she needed to push herself over the edge right behind me. She clenched around me so hard that I wondered if my own release was able to escape.

  Uncaring and still feeling the euphoria racing through my veins, I rode out my orgasm and finally stopped, inhaling and exhaling oxygen like I was running a marathon.

  I slowly pulled out, and nearly groaned at the sight of me leaking out of her.

  “Jesus Christ,” I growled.

  “I think you need to take me to the shower,” she muttered into the couch.

  I grunted out a laugh and went to reach for her just as a knock sounded from the front door.

  We both momentarily froze before she sighed and rolled off the couch, coming to her feet.

  She didn’t reach for the door handle, instead stopping just in front of it to get up onto her tiptoes so that she could peer out the peephole.

  What she saw made her curse.

  “It’s my landlord,” she murmured, looking worriedly through the peephole. “What the hell?”

  I reached for my shorts and slipped them on, then went to the kitchen and quickly washed my hands.

  Once that was finished, I picked up the t-shirt that was lying on the back of the couch and slipped it on.

  By the time I reached the door, Conleigh had finished gathering her clothes and headed to her room.

  I opened the door and peered at the small man on the porch.

  “Can I help you?” I rumbled, clearly not in the mood to deal with anything.

  “You a football player?” he asked. “I’ve heard around town that I had one staying at my place, but you don’t really look all that big.”

  I sighed.

  “I’m a quarterback,” I explained. “Not a lineman. I think that you’re thinking about a lineman or someone that is usually on defense.”

  “Defense?” He paused. “What?”

  I barely stopped myself from rolling my eyes.

  “Nothing. What can we help you with today?” I asked, trying not to convey how annoyed I was with the man that he’d interrupted what would have been a super fucking awesome post-sex shower that we were about to take.

  He pushed past me and came inside, and I glanced worriedly at Conleigh’s door, but thankfully she came out right then fully clothed, only looking slightly flushed.

  “Uhh, yeah.” He paused and looked around and finally spotted Conleigh. His next words were directed at her. “I have a problem.” He walked over to the couch and sat down, making an ugly face when the haste in which he sat caused leftover donuts to jump. He swept crumbs off the couch and said, “I sure hope you’re not always this messy.”

  Conleigh and I made eye contact over the man’s head, and a smile came to my face at the blush that came over hers.

  “No, not usually.” Conleigh nearly choked. “But that is why we have the, erm, sheet down. Those can get messy…and there was a pre-season game on that we didn’t want to miss.”

  The man grunted. “I don’t know if you know, but I tried to sell this house before I rented it out. I would’ve sold it in a heartbeat, but nobody was buying…but now someone is willing to buy it. And I need you out.”

  Conleigh just blinked at him in awkward silence. “But I have a year lease signed.”

  The man shifted uncomfortably. “I had a large offer. I’m willing to pay you five thousand dollars to allow me to break the lease.”

  Conleigh’s shoulders slumped. “Do I have the full six weeks to move out as stated in my contract, or do I need to get out sooner?”

  The man looked so relieved that he practically started to cry. “You have whatever you need. The man that is buying it expressly said he doesn’t need it. He just wants it.”

  Moments later, the man left, leaving Conleigh and I staring at each other in awkward silence. “So…if you move into my house, you can kind of pretend that it’s yours.” I paused. “And we can take your furniture. I don’t have any in at least two of those rooms, and my living room couch is still the one I had in college, that was Dad’s before that.”

  Conleigh sighed. “Moving in together is a bad idea. So, so, so bad.”

  All I could think about was it being so, so, so good.

  Chapter 15

  I’m so tired the bags under my eyes are bigger than my boobs.

  -Conleigh to Linc

  Conleigh

  “So how did you and Linc meet?” the woman asked.

  I looked over at her, and once again, wondered how she fit into all of this madness.

  We were at an MC party with the Bear Bottom Guardians MC and wondered how her little puzzle piece fit into all this craziness that was club life.

  “Uhh,” I tried to remember her name. “Linc and I met when we were younger. I was sixteen and he was twenty? Both of our parents were in the same MC—the Dixie Wardens. I guess you could say I grew up with him…kind of. He wasn’t around all that much, even though I looked for him every time I went to a function where there was a possibility of seeing him.”

  And that wasn’t a lie.<
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  I looked for him. Craved to speak with him.

  I was fascinated with the boy, Linc James. Just like I was head over heels for the man.

  “That’s sweet,” the woman, whose name I still couldn’t remember, grinned. “I used to be married to Wade.”

  I would’ve asked who Wade was but didn’t get the chance.

  Linc’s phone rang, and once again I was wondering why I was carrying it.

  His explanation was that the heavy shit in his pockets weighed his pants pockets down, which, maybe they did.

  He hated having shit in his pockets. Keys. Phone. Wallet. Change.

  Everything annoyed him. That was why he always left his wallet at home because he never remembered that he didn’t have it.

  His request to put his shit in my purse had been okay as long as his phone didn’t ring and require me to answer it.

  The first time I had answered it, because it’d been Jessie, his father.

  The second time, I’d also answered it because it’d been Rome, a man who was a member of his MC that I’d just met earlier that day. After giving him directions to the restaurant we were at, I’d shoved Linc’s phone back into my purse.

  This time, it was his agent, and I sure the fuck wasn’t answering that.

  Which happened to be why I was currently trying to ignore the most annoying ringtone in the world.

  I knew that Linc could hear it. How could you not hear that racket?

  “Do you need to answer that?” Landry asked.

  I snapped my fingers at the recalling of her name and then blushed. “No. It’s Linc’s phone, and that’s his agent’s ringtone. I don’t want to answer it, but more so, Linc can hear the freakin’ phone ringing. He’s not that far away!”

  He really wasn’t. He was standing about two tables over from mine, speaking with a couple of his fans who, at seeing Linc James eating two tables away from them, had freaked the fuck out. They didn’t come over or interrupt him, and Linc had appreciated that while he’d been eating. That was why he went over to talk to them once he was done.

  “Oh,” Landry said, bringing her hand up to her face to scratch her nose. “Wade used to do that when we were married. He’d hear it, and refuse to answer it, and either I answered it or I had to listen to it go off a hundred million times. Eventually I started blocking numbers and shit because I was tired of them calling. And since he refused to answer those calls, I didn’t see a point in them being able to get through at all.”