Stripped Bounty (16 page)

Tugging down his zipper, he gripped his cock, stroking as he focused on her wet pussy. Her juices smeared on the glass as she moved faster and faster, working herself up. She was so fucking hot, so fucking dirty.

As if he needed more proof, Badger was beyond convinced she now owned him. Completely spun on an East Coast girl, with complicated baggage for days, enough drama to fill a football stadium, a body to die for, along with multiple layers of heart he could get lost in for days. Rosie owned
him
from head to toe.

“Badger…” She moaned, moving faster.

His balls drew up tight, arousal coating the head of his prick. “Show me that sloppy wet cunt. Come for me, baby.”

“Oh God! Baby…
Yesssss
!” Rosie threw her head back, arching her back as she came. The mouth of her cunt spasmed, clenching right before his eyes as her wetness smeared all over the glass. She kept moving, a little slower, rubbing that tight clit against the windshield as her orgasm settled and the song faded to an end.

Unable to hold back any longer, Badger threw open the door and came to the side of the car. “Off now. I want you bent over the fender. Need inside you.”

“Yes, sir,” she breathed as she let go of the windshield and climbed off the car.

He grabbed her, slammed his lips down on hers and drove his tongue into her mouth. Fuck’s sake, he was so hot for her. Lost. Spun. Insane… No way he’d ever get enough. No fucking way. Yanking from her lips, he gripped her long hair, spun her, and pushed her down onto the hood of the car. Badger tugged her skirt up over her hips and smoothed his palm over her heated skin, then slipped his fingers between the cleft of her ass to her pussy. “You’re drenched. Look how wet you made that glass. All that sweet honey.”

She moaned and turned her head toward the windshield. “Need you.”

“Yeah? Baby, got news for you. I fucking need you, too.” Badger pulled a condom from his wallet and sheathed his dick. “Spread wider, show me that sweet cunt.” She did as instructed, and in one thrust, Badger drove his prick into her heaven.

“Fuck. Yes. Harder. Please, Badger. Fuck me harder.”

He bent over her and grabbed a fist full of her hair. Badger yanked her head back and nipped her earlobe. “You need it harder, baby? Harder then I already give it to you?” He thrust deep, his hips slapping against her ass.

“Yes, sir.” She let out a feral moan.

“Fuck, such a dirty good girl—”
SLAM!
“—hard enough now? Or you need more?”

“More, sir.”

Badger gritted his teeth and drove into her harder. “I want to hear you scream it, Rosie. Beg me.”

“Please, sir!
Oh God, yes
! Please fuck me harder, sir!”

Fucking hell, he was going to lose his mind. Rosie was giving him so much more than he ever thought he’d get from a woman. It was everything he never allowed himself to wish for, let alone dream of. But at that moment, up on the side of a mountain, with nothing but the light from the moon shining down on them, Badger knew he’d give his life to keep her.

Because he’d already given her his heart.

R
osie’s head
spun and she laid her cheek down on the hood of the car. Her nipples were drawn into hard points as her body slid back and forth over the cool metal of the hood. Badger was driving his cock deep into her core, his hips banging against her ass, and she wanted more. Rosie
needed
more. “Badg—”

Without warning, he pulled free of her channel. Rosie let out a gasp as she was yanked away from the car and spun to face him. “I need more from you too, baby.”

In the next second, he’d lifted her and her ass hit the cool metal of the hood. With a tight grip on the back of her thighs, he spread them apart and slid his cock deep. Rosie screamed and Badger covered her mouth with his, stealing her breath. When he broke from her lips, Badger pressed his forehead against hers, panting as he thrust into her. “Rub your clit. But don’t you dare fucking come until I say.”

She nodded, slid one hand between them and rubbed the tight bundle of nerves. “
Ffffuuucckkk
!”

He slowed his pace. “Oh yeah. That’s it. I can feel your cunt milking my cock. Look at all your honey coating my prick, baby.”

Rosie focused as best she could between their bodies. Shifting her hand, she spread her fingers around his shaft and pressed her palm against her clit. Her orgasm was rushing fast to the surface, the pressure inside her building and she knew holding it at bay would be impossible. “Badger…”

“You need my cock, Rosie?”

“Yes.”

“Love my cock?”

“Oh God, yes!” Each time he thrust into her, Rosie tilted her hips, just enough so her palm rubbed her clit.

He grunted, pulled out to the head and drove back in. “Is it yours?”

“Yes.” Rosie gasped, as the first ripples of her climax rolled through her. “I’m gonna come…I can’t…”

“Is this hot cunt mine?”

Holy God, Rosie was going to explode. Every inch of her skin tingled and her channel clenched in little spasms. He was driving her hard, with his gorgeous cock yes, but also with his words.

Claiming her and giving himself in exchange. She wanted that. She needed it.

Badger gripped her by the jaw and stared into her eyes. “Say it’s mine, baby, and then give me your sweet orgasm.”

“It’s yours,” she panted, and then gave him more. “Been yours since the first day I laid eyes on you.”

“You’re goddamn right it was.” Badger pulled her to his lips, thrust his tongue into her mouth as he fucked into her cunt. Hard. Fast. Dominating her body, her soul, as he drove her over the edge.

Rosie’s orgasm hit, erupting through her body like a hot lava explosion, and her channel clenched over and over again around his shaft, her clit tingling with little spasms. She moaned into his mouth, riding the wave, letting it drown her.

He growled as he broke the kiss. With one final thrust, he slammed into her and came too. His dick jerked deep inside her core, pulsing as he spurted inside the condom. “Mine.” Gasping for air, he drew her tight to his chest. “Mine…”

Rosie collapsed against him and buried her face in his neck. His cologne mixed with his sweat was an intoxicating comfort she’d grown attached to. His big arms around her as he held her against his hard body, something else she’d grown attached to.

She was his.

She’d never belonged to someone before—had never wanted to. He’d said it many times over the past two weeks and Rosie didn’t take it lightly. It wasn’t just a word thrown around in the heat of passion. Badger didn’t play games like that. Rosie knew, with every fiber of her being, that he meant it.

She was his.

B
adger opened
the door leading from the garage into the laundry room and poked his head inside. “Rosie!”

She popped her head up from the couch. “Jesus! You scared me. Why are you yelling?”

“Come here, woman!” He jerked his chin at her before stepping away from the door. Letting it close behind him, Badger moved to his truck and dropped the tailgate, stood to the side, and waited.

No more than ten seconds passed before she appeared. “What on earth are you doing, Badger?” When she got closer, she stopped short. “Oh, my! Wow. Is that—” with eyes wide as saucers, she cupped her hands over her mouth and bounced on her toes, “—is that a Christmas tree?”

“Sure is.” Badger grinned as pride washed through him like a summer storm. He’d just made his woman’s day. Nothing better than that. Nothing at all.

Rosie launched herself at him and Badger caught her, pulling her tight to his body. She pressed a hard kiss to his lips. “Thank you! Thank you.” She giggled. “Thank you! Wow, I don’t even know what else to say!” She gave him another kiss, and then moved her lips to his cheek and chin, before traveling back to his mouth and kissing him a little longer that time. “This is…wow.”

Badger set her down on her feet and she cupped his cheek in her palm, gazing up at him as if she was seeing the moon and stars. Yeah, nothing better than what he’d just given her. “Guess this means you like it?”

She giggled again. “Yep.”

“Perfect.” He bent his head and stroked his lips over hers. “Let’s get it inside.”

Rosie let out a squeal filled with excitement, clapping her hands together as Badger yanked the tree from the back of the bed. He hoisted the seven-foot Douglas fir onto his shoulder. “Grab the door, baby.”

She was already moving when she called a “yes, sir” over her shoulder. Goddamn, she had him wrapped pretty damn tight. When she was sweet and giggly like this with him, Badger could barely think straight.

All he could see was her. All he
wanted
to see was Rosie.

After muscling the tree inside and through the house, he laid it down on the floor in front of the big picture window in the formal living room. He turned and she was right beside him, big smile still firmly in place, excitement stamped all over her face. Everything about her was so damn intoxicating, he couldn’t help but smile back.

“So, what now?”

“Back to the garage. Need to pull out the Christmas stuff, find the stand.”

“Yay! Let’s go.” Rosie turned and Badger caught her arm before she got too far away. “Hey now!” She laughed.

He pulled her back to him and took her mouth in a deep kiss. Her hand found the back of his neck as she pressed her body against his with a moan. Badger stroked his tongue over hers, savoring her sweet taste. So good, so different. A groan came out of him and his dick got in the game. Fucking hell, he wanted her. As she started rubbing against his erection, Badger broke the kiss. “Gonna wrap you in tinsel and fuck you on the floor next to this tree once we get it decorated.”

She stroked her thumb over his bottom lip. “I’m so absolutely onboard with that.”

“Good.”

Taking her hand in his, they made their way to the garage. After pulling down the ten or so boxes labeled “XMAS” from the shelves in the far corner, Badger brought them inside. Rosie carried a few, but her curiosity got the better of her and had opened three of them and was digging through a fourth before Badger had set the last one down. He chuckled. “You find the stand yet?”

“Nope. But I found this!” She raised a hand-painted snowman made from hard Styrofoam balls. “Looks like it was made by a child. Maybe a school project, perhaps?” She smiled, both eyebrows raised. “Was it you?”

“I cannot confirm or deny that accusation.” He chuckled and opened the short, wide box he knew had the stand in it. “Got the stand.”

“Yeah, totally was you. So cute! But you know? I’m having a hard time picturing you as a little boy. For some reason all I see in my head is a third grader wearing a biker leather and sporting a full beard.”

Okay, shit. Now,
that
was damn funny. A laugh burst out of Badger before he managed to get the stand set down on the floor in front of the window. “Rosie, the stuff you say. Jesus, woman…” He laughed a little more before finally getting himself under control. After a few minutes, he looked up from his task to find she was quietly watching him, smile still in place from ear to ear. “What are you grinning about now?”

Her expression softened. “I like that I make you laugh.”

“I like that you make me laugh, too.”

The silent moment stretched between them. Not an uncomfortable silence; a happy one. A peaceful one. The only other time Badger felt that kind of peace was when he was a child with his Nana. He opened his heart and welcomed the feeling at that moment with Rosie, knowing it was safe to do so.

Knowing he was right where he was supposed to be—no matter how he got there—with her, at that moment.

A
fter helping
him mount the tree in the stand, Rosie went back to unpacking boxes and Badger went to make them some hot cocoa—with a little kick of peppermint Schnapps. She was utterly amazed at the different kinds of decorations she’d pulled out. Who’d have thought a scary badass biker would have anything more than a bunch of red, gold, green, and blue balls? Rosie snorted a laugh at the joke she’d unintentionally made.

“What’s funny?”

She glanced up as Badger walked toward her, a mug in each hand. She took hers from him. “Thank you. Just laughing at a thought I had.”

“Gonna share it?”

She shrugged as she took a sip of the spiked hot cocoa. “Mmm. Yummy!” She licked her lip. “So, where’d you get all this stuff? Not the typical guy kind of decorations.”

He set his mug down on one of the end tables and squatted in front of a box. “My grandmother—Nana.”

“Your
Nana
?”

“Yeah, babe. My Nana.” He reached in one of the boxes and pulled out the angel for the top. “What? Bikers can’t have Nanas?”

“Of course they can.”

“Then what’s with the tone?”

“No tone.” She set her mug beside his. “You just never stop surprising me, is all.”

“Back at ya.” He moved to the tree and placed the angel on top. “How’s it look? Is it straight?”

She stepped back. “It’s perfect, just…perfect.” And so was he. For the love of all things holy, he called his grandmother “Nana.” “Will you tell me about her?”

“Sure, but she’ll be here for Christmas with us, so you’ll get a lot of time to get to know her.”

Rosie was really glad she wasn’t taking a sip of her cocoa right then. She’d just assumed the woman had passed. And wait, what? “I will?”

“Of course.” He glanced to her as if she’d just said something ridiculous, and returned his focus back to the tree. “It’s settling nice, don’t you think? Gonna have to make sure we keep it watered constantly. Live trees dry out real quick in the desert if we don’t.”

Holy shit…he’d just laid that on her and moved right along to the business of the tree. Rosie was still stuck on the fact that she’d be meeting his Nana in a matter of a few weeks. Obviously, he intended to still have her in his life. Which was good, but Rosie hadn’t thought much past where they’d be once the situation with Alvaro was handled.

And now, maybe she needed to. She watched him as he played with some of the branches. Curiosity blazed through her like a wild fire. There was so much she didn’t know about him, and so much she wanted to know. “Can you tell me about her now, anyway?”

“Yeah, babe.” He blew out a loud sigh and took a seat on the sofa and patted the spot next to him. “Sit.”

“I’m not trying to be a pest, just curious is all.” She handed him his cocoa.

“What the hell made you think I thought you were being a pest?”

She raised her mug to her lips. “The loud sigh gave it away.”

Badger chuckled. “Haven’t you figured out that half the time my noises are just that, noises?”

“Well, the other half of the time they’re an indication of your mood, so no. I guess I haven’t”

“Touché.” He leaned over and placed a kiss to her forehead. “Don’t worry. You will.”

Rosie all but sighed at the intimacy of the forehead kiss. That shit was a big deal. Yeah, definitely needed to consider what the future was going to look like. She placed her palm on top of Badger’s hand and laced her fingers with his. “Okay then. So…Nana?”

“Right, Nana. Well, she raised me. She’s about that tall—” he lifted his free hand, not very far in the air to indicate her size. “She’s full of spit and vinegar but a whole ton of sugar, too.”

“Where does she live?”

“She used to live here. This was her home. I bought it from her when she’d decided it was time for her to be in assisted living.”

“
She
decided that?” Rosie sipped her cocoa. “Wow.”

“Told you, spit and vinegar. She decided it, and I made sure it happened.” He scratched his chin through his scruff.

“So, is she well? I mean, how old is she?”

“Quite. She’s eighty-eight and her mind is solid as a rock.” He shook his head and lifted his mug to his lips.

Rosie smiled. “Wow. God bless her.”

He cleared his throat. “I went and saw her last week. Told her about you.”

Cue the swoon! Warmth spread through Rosie like warm molasses. She was almost afraid to ask, but
had
to. “Um… What did you tell her?”

Badger looked at her. “I told her how special you are to me.”

And cue another swoon—this one the size of a tidal wave. Rosie swallowed a gasp as the warm molasses turned to hot lust.

Did this man know how
amazing
he was?

Did he have
any
idea how he affected her?

Did he have
any clue at all
that he’d somehow reached inside her soul and held her heart in his hand?

Lord help her, she hoped so. Because it was his.

And as scary as that thought was, it was the best feeling in the freaking world.

“Do you miss him?”

The question jerked her from the pink cloud she was floating on. Where had that come from? “What?”

“Your husband…do you miss him? Do you think about him?” Badger shifted his hand and turned his palm over so they could link hands properly.

Rosie stared at him a few moments, contemplating how best to answer him. Coming up with nothing, she decided going with the truth was probably best. “He’s dead and I can’t bring him back. But I do miss him, yes. And I do think about him. Every day.”

Badger blew out a breath, one that sounded far too much like the wind had been knocked out of him rather than one of relief. “Okay. Then I—”

“But…” she squeezed his hand. “I hadn’t been in love with him for a long time. I loved him. We’d been together since we were barely out of high school. He was my best friend, he was a big pain in my ass. And I stayed far longer than I should have. But I also stayed because he needed me.”

In an instant his expression changed and he blew out another breath. This one sounding a whole lot more like relief. Rosie leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth.

“Rosie?” he mumbled against her lips.

“Yes?” she breathed.

“You’re mine, baby.”

“Yes, honey. I am.”