Stripped Bounty (13 page)

Releasing her sweet nipples, he moved to her mouth and kissed her. There was just no getting enough of her. He kissed her until they were both gasping for air, devouring her tongue and lips with almost a desperate need. He’d never needed someone so much in his life.

Rosie reached between them and gripped his shaft, positioning him at her opening. He pulled from her lips and gazed down at her. “You ready?”

She nodded. “Yes, sir.”

In one thrust, he penetrated her tight core. Badger gritted his teeth as her cunt clenched in little spasms around his shaft. With his gaze locked on hers, he pulled back and then slid deep again. “Fucking hell, this pussy. So slick and hot.”

She raised her knees higher and tilted her pelvis forward. “You make it that way.”

The need to pound into her, take her hard and fast, beat through him, but instead, Badger settled his whole body on top of hers, bracing himself on his forearms. Her hard nipples pressed into his chest as he rolled his hips, thrusting forward, keeping his pelvis tight to hers and his dick buried deep in tightness. “Milking my cock. Can’t get enough.”

“Badger…” Rosie undulated beneath him, grinding her clit against him as he thrust into her.

With each push of his hips, she whimpered, and he drove her harder. Fucking hell, the way she moved with him. The way she felt. Like some sort of orchestrated dance, they were in perfect sync. Badger buried his hands in her long hair, tilted her head back and licked down her neck. “Want to feel you without a barrier between us.”

“I want that, too. Fuck, Badger, I need to come. Please, tell me I can come for you?” Rosie ran her hands down his back to his ass. Gripping hard, she pulled him against her.

“Fuck yes. Give it to me. Let me feel your tight cunt squeezing my dick.” The tingles of his own orgasm climbed up his spine. “Ah Christ!”

Rosie writhed beneath him, gripping his sides as her moans got louder. Her climax rolled through her and her sweet pussy gripped, milking his shaft. Heat radiated through his limbs and he moved faster, thrusting harder, deeper. Their slick bodies slid against each other. Her hard nipples dragged against his chest. The heels of her feet dug into his lower back.

With every gasp from her lips and each touch from her body, he died a thousand blissful deaths. He knew in the span of a nanosecond, he’d never get enough of this—of her. Badger stilled, buried deep inside her and focused on her face. She was caught in the whirlwind of her orgasm…and she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

As endless waves rocked through her core, her pussy stroked his shaft, clenching him like a fist, and he tumbled headlong, right over the edge with her. His orgasm rolled up his body with a force he’d never felt before. Badger dipped his head and covered her mouth with his lips, seeking her tongue.

His cock jerked inside her core, over and over, spurting his release into the condom. Rosie moaned into his mouth, rocking against him as they both rode out the aftershocks of their shared climax.

When he broke from her lips, his head was spinning and he could barely catch his breath. He pressed his face to her neck and unable to stop himself, Badger mumbled the only complete thought he was capable of at that moment. “Mine…” He pressed a soft kiss behind her ear. “Mine.”

B
adger woke to warm
, soft woman pressed against his side. She had one arm slung over his stomach and her head on his chest. He was not a man who liked to cuddle. Ever. Hell, he never really even slept next to a woman. Not for the whole night anyway. Fuck them, minus the intimacy, and send them on their way. Less complication that way.

But with Rosie, ever since he’d had her beside him beneath the blankets, he couldn’t seem to let her go. He didn’t even want to think about what that meant. He also didn’t want to think about how epic the sex with her had been, either. Or how she’d taken so nicely to his belt across her ass. Didn’t even want to get into how snug her cunt was around his cock…

Fucking hell, speaking of cock—his jumped to life at the very thought of getting back inside her. He smoothed his palm along his beard and let out a sigh. Contrary to what his dick wanted, Badger needed to shelf that little idea and get his ass out of bed. There was work to be done. He needed to check in with the boys at the cabaret and see if Alvaro had shown his face.

With any luck, the asshole had come back into the club, though with Rosie nowhere to be found, maybe he’d given up. Yeah right. Badger shook his head. Lady Luck had never been on his side before; it was highly unlikely the old bitch would show up for this particular situation.

He pressed a soft kiss to the top of Rosie’s head before he slid from beneath her and got to his feet. Before heading to the bathroom, he turned and made sure the covers were tucked around her. Why he cared whether or not she was all snuggled and warm in the bed, he had no clue, but it was another thing to add to the steadily growing list of shit he didn’t want to think about regarding Rosie.

With one last glance at her, he made his way to the shower. Somewhere between the shampoo and bar of soap, the memory came back to him. “
Mine.
”

Holy shit. He’d said that out loud to her.
Mine…
Fucking hell, he’d said it out loud twice!

Badger let the hot water beat on the back of his neck. If he was being honest, he’d really said it three times, because the first night he’d fucked her that shit came out of his mouth too. Although he’d meant it as claiming her pussy as his. Not that
she
was
actually
his.

Badger tried to add it to the list but failed. Instead, the damn “list” tumbled like an avalanche in his brain, blanketing everything and leaving him no choice but to survey the wreckage. He was catching feelings for her. Fuck catching… No, he’d caught feelings for her. But why? How?

Yeah, so the sex was incredible. Sex could be that way especially when the people having it happened to be really fucking compatible with each other. Badger and Rosie happened to be way compatible in bed. In ways he hadn’t anticipated, but it was more than that. It wasn’t just the sex. Granted, they hadn’t been together long. Not according to the calendar anyway.

After turning off the water, Badger reached for a towel and dried off. A week wasn’t long enough to have feelings for someone, or was it? He supposed it could be. But technically, it’d been much longer than a week. It’d been just about five months.

He wrapped the towel around his waist and approached the mirror. Five months of watching Rosie on that stage. Avoiding her, but always somehow managing to find her at the right time in the hallway so when he passed her—refusing to even look at her—he could catch a scent of her perfume.

The way her eyes always found his when she was onstage, or suspended from the pole—when she thought he wouldn’t notice. She knew he watched her. She had to know. He loaded up his toothbrush and stuck it in his mouth. But she never called him out on his watching. She stayed quiet, except, hell on Halloween night she’d acted all shocked when he helped her out with all the money she made. Like she didn’t understand why he was doing it. Then on Thanksgiving, she said that she didn’t know how to read him and that she got that he didn’t like her but didn’t know why. Fuck, her eyes had been so sad when those words came out of her mouth. It damn near broke his heart. But she had to have known, right?

Badger spit a mouthful of toothpaste foam into the sink and wiped off the steamy mirror. God, he was stupid. Just because they’d been staring at each other for months didn’t mean she’d known. Looking back, he was certain he hadn’t known, either. Except…

Jesus fucking Christ! Talk about a V8 moment. Badger may as well go ahead and slap his forehead. “Hi, my name is Badger, and I am a dumbass!” He shook his head and laughed. He and Rosie had been having a relationship…of sorts, for months, and neither one of them had even realized it. That was why emotions had reared their heads so fast. He’d already been feeling for her and now that he was up close and becoming real damn personal, there was no holding those feelings back anymore.

Popping the toothbrush back in his mouth, Badger finished the scrub job. That list he was so adamant about making in order to avoid the stuff he was feeling suddenly didn’t seem so necessary. The fact that he’d claimed her, called her “mine” felt right. It felt true. Not that he knew what the hell to do now that he’d had this little revelation.

Fuck it. He was too old to let this chance slip through his fingers. He’d make a new list, one that was all about determining where they went from there, and hoping like hell she was up for figuring it out with him. Plus, that whole keeping-her-safe thing. That was top on the list. Since, now Badger knew for sure, he wanted her in his life for a
very
long time.

* * *

R
osie woke
with the covers wrapped tightly around her. Blinking the sleep from her eyes, she looked toward Badger’s side of the bed. Empty. Not that it was a shock. She often woke up after he did. Rolling over, she drew in a breath and listened for any sounds in the house. The running water coming from the bathroom clued her in that he hadn’t gotten far. Probably hadn’t made coffee yet, either.

Unwrapping herself from the blankets, Rosie pressed her feet to the carpeted floor and stood—and holy shit did her body retaliate with a vengeance. Wow! Rosie walked with slow measured steps to the dresser and pulled out one of his T-shirts and a pair of boxer briefs. Good God she was sore from head to toe, but in the best possible way. She smiled and pulled her long hair from the neck of the shirt.

Rosie managed to suppress a giggle, but only barely, as she made her way to the kitchen. A couple of Advil and coffee. Maybe some toast, too. Badger never ate breakfast, but he did like his coffee. Considering she was on an extended vacation and, living in his house rent free, the least she could do is help out; take care of the man.

Lord knew he’d been taking care of her, in the most delicious ways. This time when the giggle rose inside her, Rosie let it out as she got the coffee pot ready to brew. Carnal ways. Dirty ways… Heat swirled in Rosie’s tummy and she groaned. Ways that made her sore and left her wanting more.

“What’s all this giggling and groaning about?”

Rosie looked to her right to see him standing there. Fresh from the shower, smelling all yummy and clad in a black T-shirt and blue jeans. His feet were still bare and he held his socks and boots in one hand. Jesus, he was breathtaking. She dipped her chin and felt her cheeks get warm.

“Now she’s blushing. Woman, what on earth?” He strode to her, hooked her around her waist and pulled her against him.

“I’m not blushing.” She suppressed a smile by pursing her lips, but she knew it wasn’t working.

“Uh-huh. Kinda looks that way to me.” He nuzzled her neck.

“Okay fine. Yes, blushing, but can you blame me? I mean seriously you come out here looking all too beautiful for words. Every time I see you, you take my breath away and I just…” He pulled away and stared down at her. A blank expression on his face. Oh shit, she’d said too much. She’d…
crap.
“Um…” She bit her bottom lip.

He furrowed his brow. “You think I’m beautiful, Rosie?”

“Well, yeah.” Unable to meet his gaze, she traced the edge of his T-shirt sleeve stretched tight across his bicep. “I mean, is that okay? I don’t want to freak you out or anything.” She shrugged.

Badger placed his finger below her chin and raised her eyes to his. “Never been told that before. Sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me, baby.”

Melt.

Swoon.

Putty.

Seriously? Oh God. Warmth spread from Rosie’s cheeks down her chest and her throat got tight. How come no one had ever told him he…she frowned. “Really?”

“Yeah, really.” His tone was soft and then his lips curled into a meek smile.

How in the
hell
a biker could look meek, baffled her, but there he was, gazing down at her, looking all humbled. And beautiful. Damn she was in trouble. “Badg—”

He bent his head and kissed her. And oh man, she hadn’t brushed her teeth yet…but wow. He didn’t seem to care because his tongue was in her mouth, taking what he wanted from her. As was his way. Rosie went with it and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing against his big body.

Jeez, he tasted good, and the scent of clean soap and everything Badger weaved its way into her senses. Before Rosie knew it, her head was spinning. He smoothed his hands down her back to her ass, and she yelped into his mouth.

He jerked back. “Aw, hell, baby!” He cupped her ass cheeks with gentle pressure. “Sore today, huh? I’m sorry. Let me get you some ibu’s.”

“Sorry?” She held him so he wouldn’t step away. “Badger, don’t ever be sorry for that. I loved every minute of what you did to me last night.”

“I should’ve gone a bit easier on you.”

“No. Listen, please?” He tried to avoid her gaze and she touched his face. “I loved it. Fucking loved it. And yeah, I’m sore, but I’m digging the sore. I’m betting you marked me. I’m digging that a whole lot, too.” The corner of his lip twitched so she went on. “If it makes a difference, that’s what I was giggling and groaning about when you came in.”

“Groaning because you’re sore.”

“No, honey. Groaning because I want more.”

He’d moved to step away, but her words stopped him and instead he straightened and placed his hands on her hips. He stared down at her for a long time, so long she started to wonder what on earth was rolling around his mind, until finally he spoke. “Rosie?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re mine.”

Oh. Wow.
Wow.

Melt.

Swoon.

Complete and total putty.

And once again, Rosie blushed.