Badger
Adalia looked like a goddess, her honey-colored hair curling down her back, and those big blue eyes looking at me with complete trust and more than a little desire. Her gaze dropped to my cock, and she sucked in a breath. Yeah, I was big and got that reaction from a lot of women. None of them had ever mattered, though, and Adalia did. I didn’t know if the size of my cock scared her or turned her on, and if she asked me to leave I’d get dressed and walk away.
“Will it fit?” she asked in a near whisper.
I bit my lip so I wouldn’t laugh. “It will fit, sweet girl. Promise.”
Adalia backed up and then lay across the bed, her thighs parted in invitation, and fuck if I wasn’t going to take her up on that offer. I crawled up the bed toward her, kissing her soft skin along the way. My weight settled over her, and my cock brushed against her wet pussy, making me go completely still.
“Fuck. Condom,” I said, closing my eyes. The two condoms in my wallet were ten years old, and I damn sure knew better than to use them. It would be risky as hell.
“Bedside drawer,” she said.
I wasn’t sure I liked the fact she brought men back here often enough to keep condoms stocked. The way she’d talked before, I’d thought maybe she didn’t really date that much. But only sexually active women kept condoms on hand. At least, I couldn’t think of another reason for her to have them. I reached over and opened the drawer, pulling out a strip of three condoms.
“I stole them from the clubhouse earlier when no one was looking,” she said. “Are they the right kind?”
I looked at the packaging and grinned. Yeah, she’d gotten magnums. And I liked knowing that she hadn’t just had these lying around. “You did good, baby.”
I ripped open a package and rolled the condom down my shaft before tossing the other two onto the nightstand. I glanced at the framed picture there and got even harder knowing that she’d wanted to keep me close. I just hoped that being with me tonight lived up to her every fantasy.
“Wrap your legs around my waist, baby.”
She hooked her calves around my hips and I felt her ankles cross over my ass. I braced my weight so I wouldn’t crush her, then lined up my cock with that pretty pussy of hers and eased inside. I took it slow, giving her time to adjust. As tight as she was, I worried I might hurt her. Her body stretched and welcomed me in, and soon I was balls-deep. Christ, but I couldn’t remember ever feeling anything like it.
It took every ounce of control I had not to just pound into her. It was almost like she’d been made just for me, the way she fit me so perfectly. I thrust in and out, slow and steady, trying to take my time and make sure she enjoyed it. Her nails bit into my shoulders and her body started to flush, a rosy tint starting at her breasts and creeping up her neck.
“Damn, sweetheart. Already?”
She whimpered and bit that lip, looking all kinds of sexy. I braced my weight on my knees and one hand, then reached between us to rub her little clit. I could tell she was already close, but I wanted to send her flying. I took her harder, deeper. Her legs trembled around my waist so I pressed a little tighter on her clit, and then she was screaming out my name. My real fucking name.
“Colton!”
Fuck. Just hearing my name on her lips, and her pussy squeezing me just right, was enough to make me come. I didn’t stop thrusting until every drop of cum had been wrung from my balls. As much as I wanted to collapse on top of her, I grabbed the condom and pulled out before flopping onto my side. I pressed a kiss to her cheek, then got up to deal with the condom. In the hall bathroom, I tied off the latex and tossed it into the trash, cleaned myself off, and went back to the tempting woman lying in bed.
I pulled the covers down, then we crawled underneath the sheet and quilt. Adalia curled against me, her head resting on my shoulder. I felt… content. Satisfied. It should have scared the shit out of me, but honestly, I was too fucking tired to worry about it too much. I hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in ten years. As much as I hated to be the guy who fucked, then fell asleep, I could already feel my eyes getting heavy.
“Thank you,” she whispered as she snuggled closer. “Will you stay?”
“I’ll stay,” I told her. Besides, there were still two condoms left.
We both fell asleep for a few hours, but I woke before the sun was rising. Adalia looked so damn young as I studied her features. I knew she was only twenty-three, and at thirty-eight I felt fucking ancient in comparison. Hell, two more weeks and I’d be thirty-nine. I knew that whatever this was between us couldn’t last, but I was going to enjoy it while I could. I slid down the bed and crawled between her thighs, teasing her awake with my tongue. It didn’t take much to get her nice and wet again. I flicked my tongue against her clit, pushing her thighs wider apart. Her cream coated my tongue as she came, and it was the sweetest thing I’d tasted in a long damn time.
She blinked at me with sleepy eyes and a soft smile curving her lips, then I rolled her onto her stomach and lifted her hips. Nudging her thighs wider, I watched as her pussy opened and beckoned me closer. I quickly rolled on another condom, then gripped her hips and plunged deep. Adalia cried out, but pushed back against me.
“Hold on tight, sweet girl.”
I fucked her fast, hard, and deep, giving her everything I had. I felt completely out of control, and watching my dick disappear inside her, only to pull out covered in her cream was enough to make me want to rip off the condom and take her bare. I knew she’d feel like fucking heaven wrapped around my dick without any barriers, and I had this insane urge to fill her with my cum. I wanted to watch it leak out of her and coat her thighs, wanted my scent on her for hours. I’d been tested at the prison a few days before my release and knew I was clean, since I hadn’t fucked anyone after that test, but I didn’t know if she was on birth control. Taking a chance like that was too damn risky. I was nowhere near daddy material, and probably never would be.
“I can’t think of anything I like more than being inside you.”
“You feel so good,” she said, moaning as I thrust a little harder. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
Yeah, like that was going to happen. I fucked her until she came, crying out my name again, and then I let loose. I took her like a man possessed, pounding into her, until I shot my load into the condom. Panting for breath, I stayed buried inside her for a moment, wanting to stay connected just a little bit longer.
When I finally pulled out, Adalia collapsed onto the bed and groaned. I swatted her ass before I went to dispose of the condom and clean up. She was already curled up and asleep again when I got back to the bedroom. I wrapped my body around hers and dozed off again. The next time my eyes opened, the sun was shining through the windows. I didn’t know what time it was, but I knew I couldn’t stay. Not without getting caught. I’d ridden my bike to her house, and it was parked in the driveway for anyone to see. Even if the guys had stayed up all night partying, there was a chance someone would ride past her house and see the bike there.
I wasn’t going to slip away while she was sleeping, though. I’d done that before, but Adalia was different. She deserved more than a hard fuck and me vanishing without a word. I smoothed her hair back from her face and marveled at how damn beautiful she was. I knew one day she’d settle down with some nice law-abiding guy, someone who could give her a better life than an ex-con like me. I didn’t like the thought of her being in another man’s arms, but I knew it would happen sooner or later. Guys like me didn’t end up with women like her.
I kissed her until she woke up and gave me a sleepy smile.
“I should shower and get out of here,” I said. “It would be pretty bad if your dad showed up and I was still here, especially naked in your bed. Or balls-deep in your pussy.”
“Can I join you? I’ve never showered with anyone before.”
Oh, fucking hell. How could I say no to that? “Sure, baby.”
She crawled out of the bed, and as I stood up to follow her, I was wishing we had a lot more condoms. Watching her ass as she sauntered down the hall was torture. I hadn’t had a chance to do half the things I wanted, but sticking around wasn’t a good idea. My ass needed to be as far from her as possible, as fast as possible. The way she’d opened up to me, been so damn honest, it wasn’t just her dad I was worried about. If I stayed with Adalia much longer, she might think this was more than just one night. I didn’t do relationships. Never had and never would.
Adalia started the shower, and when steam began to billow out of the stall, she stepped under the spray, reaching out to grab my hand and drag me in behind her. I shut the door and watched as the water cascaded down her body, dripping from her pretty pink nipples, and sliding down the curve of her belly. How anyone so damn sweet could be equally seductive was a puzzle, but Adalia pulled it off. She was like this adorable, blonde angel until you got her behind closed doors. The way she’d come apart in my arms would be a memory I cherished the rest of my life. I’d never seen anything so beautiful before, and I doubted I ever would again.
I reached for her shower gel, the honeysuckle scent I’d smelled last night wafting from the bottle as I popped open the lid and squirted a liberal amount onto my palm. Her eyes darkened, and she did that lip biting thing that drove me nuts as I rubbed my hands together, then reached for her. Her skin was soft, and I tried to memorize every curve as I washed her. Adalia pressed her breasts against my palms as I soaped them, my thumbs circling her nipples. She was so fucking responsive that even a monk would have been tempted.
I helped Adalia rinse, and before I could wash myself, she was getting a handful of honeysuckle shower gel and rubbing it across my chest. Fuck. The light touch of her hands on my body was enough to make me hard as granite. When her small hand gripped my cock, I couldn’t hold back. I thrust against her palm and claimed her lips in a kiss guaranteed to make her toes curl. It had been a long fucking time since a woman had made me come in their hand, but if anyone could do it, it was Adalia. Even before I’d gone to prison, I’d never gotten off this easy. I could feel my balls drawing up and knew I was going to blow at any moment.
I reached between her legs, stroking my fingers against her pussy and opening her up. I thrust them deep and curled them a little as I pulled back, then thrust inside her again. She whimpered against my lips as I teased her clit, wanting to make her come.
“I want you,” she murmured against my lips. “Please, Colton.”
Every time she said my name, it did something to me. No one used the name Colton anymore, except for the judge who had sentenced me to jail. But having a woman say it, especially during a passionate moment, was a unique experience. I’d been called Badger for so fucking long, I didn’t know if anyone even remembered my name. Except Adalia.
I gripped her waist and lowered her onto my cock. Pressing her against the tiled wall, I took her hard and deep, not holding anything back. My mind was clouded with lust as I pounded into her sweet pussy. She came, squeezing my dick so good I nearly saw stars, but I didn’t stop, didn’t slow down. I was too far gone to think rationally, and it wasn’t until the first splash of cum slicked her channel that I realized I’d just taken her bare. My body shuddered as I thrust deep one last time, staying buried inside her as my cock twitched in the aftermath of the strongest release I’d ever had.
Adalia’s fingers played with the hair on the back of my head as she pressed kisses to my chest, shoulders, and neck. All my good intentions, and my sense of self-preservation, went out the window. There was no way I could stay away from her now. I’d never come inside a woman before, not without a condom between us. Maybe it was the fact we were skin on skin that made me feel closer to her, maybe it was because I’d saved her all those years ago. Or maybe it was just because Adalia was the sweetest, most passionate, amazing woman I’d ever met.
My gaze clashed with hers, and the emotion I saw there, the… love… it staggered me. No one had ever given a shit about me, not really. My brothers had my back, but no one had ever loved me. Not even my parents. No, especially not my parents. She hadn’t said the word, but she didn’t have to. Adalia was an open book, her eyes showing everything she was thinking and feeling. I felt the walls around my heart crack a little, and for the first time in my life, I wanted to let someone in. I wanted to let her in.
“We need to clean up again,” she said, a soft smile curving her lips.
“Then I’m taking you for breakfast.”
“Or I could make something for us here. You’ve only been out one night, and I doubt you stopped to check your bank account.”
I smiled and kissed her softly, my lips barely brushing against hers. “Worried about the state of my account?”
“I just don’t think you should spend money if you don’t have to. Besides, you’ll love my omelets.”
“All right, pretty girl. You make breakfast, and I’ll look into a few things while you cook. I need to do some shopping later. None of my clothes are going to fit right anymore.”
“Is that why you weren’t wearing underwear?” she asked, her eyebrow arched.
“Yeah. That and the elastic was shot after rotting for the last ten years.”
I hesitated, knowing I should mention the fact I’d just come inside her without a condom. She hadn’t stopped me, but that didn’t mean anything. With any other woman, I’d be freaking the hell out right now. For some reason, I liked the idea of my cum being inside Adalia. Hell, just thinking about it was making me hard again, but I didn’t want her to be sore. I hadn’t been gentle any of the times I’d taken her, and I was far from being a small man.
“I didn’t use a condom,” I said.
She blinked at me but didn’t seem bothered by the fact. I eased out of her body and braced her with my hands until I knew she was steady on her feet.
“I’m clean,” I said, in case she was wondering. “Got tested at the prison.”
“We should talk, but not in the shower. Let’s clean up, get dressed, and we can talk about some stuff after I make breakfast.”
My breath froze in my lungs at the serious expression on her face. Was going she going to tell me that she had an STD? As tight as she’d been, I didn’t think she had sex all that often, but if she was carrying something, that might explain it. She seemed like the type who would have said something before we had sex the first time, though.
We quickly washed and dressed, and as she made omelets in the kitchen, I made a few phone calls. It seemed the club had been taking care of me while I was away, and while I wasn’t overly rich, I wouldn’t have to worry about money for a few months at least. Maybe longer. The club accountant had been making deposits into both my account and my commissary over the past ten years. But I was a little confused, because the commissary deposits didn’t match up. Yeah, the first years the amounts deposited and what I’d received were the same, but about seven years ago, I started receiving a few hundred more than what the club had given me. At the time, I just thought the club had upped the amount they were putting in there, but it didn’t look like that’s what happened. So where the hell had that money come from?
Adalia was humming as she cooked, and when she placed a plate in front of me, my mouth watered. The biggest fucking omelet I’d ever seen took up the entire dish. I could see chunks of ham, onion, green peppers, and it was smothered in shredded cheese and sour cream. She set a container of salsa on the table, and I poured a little over my food.
“Eat up,” she said as she turned back to the stove.
A few minutes later, she joined me with a smaller version of the omelet she’d given me. I hadn’t touched mine yet, wanting to do the polite thing and wait for her. Didn’t seem right that she was cooking for us and all I’d done was sit on my ass. The least I could do was not eat until hers was finished.
“Oh!” She popped up and ran to the fridge, returning a minute later with a carton of orange juice. Then she pulled two glasses out of the cabinet near the sink and poured us each a glass before returning the juice to the fridge.
“Talked to the bank,” I said between bites.
“How bad is it?”
“It’s actually pretty good. The club has been putting money into my account the last ten years. Not a ton, since I wasn’t here to help with any jobs, but enough to keep my account open and buy me a few months to figure things out. Maybe more than a few.”
She smiled. “Well, that’s good news. But isn’t it part of your parole agreement that you need to find employment?”
“Yeah. I’ll ask Griz about the open mechanic position and see what he says. Even if I just work part-time, I think my parole officer will be happy. I need to talk to Griz anyway. My commissary numbers don’t match up to what the club was putting into the account.”
Her cheeks flushed. “That’s not necessary.”
I paused, my fork halfway to my mouth. “Why?”
“I put money into your account,” she said. “May knew I wanted to do something for you, so she let me get a job when I was sixteen. I didn’t really need money for anything back then, so I gave it to Mom and asked her to put it into your account.”
“Jesus, Adalia. Why the hell did you do that?” I asked, putting my fork down.
“I wanted to do something nice for you,” she said softly. “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t still be here. I can never repay you for what you’ve done for me.”
I closed my eyes and slowly opened them again. She looked nervous, but as I held her gaze, it told me she didn’t regret it even a little. I had no doubt if she could do it all over again, she’d do the same damn thing.
“Thank you,” I said.
The tension eased from her shoulders and the smile she gave me was damn near blinding. I’d never been good at accepting handouts, but I knew she’d been trying to help. And the funds had come in handy. Little did she realize that the things I’d purchased with most of that money had allowed me to make a few bargains inside, the kind that kept me alive. If she’d wanted to repay me, her account was paid in full. Not that she’d ever owed me shit.
She toyed with her food, and I watched as the joy slipped from her face. “We still need to talk. About what happened in the shower.”
“Whatever it is, just lay it on me.”
“When I was raped, I suffered for months afterward from pain in my pelvis. The doctors had said that was common for someone in my situation and dismissed it. But it continued for over a year. I didn’t get to live with May and Griz until almost exactly a year after the… incident. Mom took me to the doctor and demanded that they check me thoroughly. It turns out, I have endometriosis.”
“I have no idea what that is,” I said, my hands clenching under the table at the thought of her hurting for so long after what that asshole had done. It made me wish I could bring him back to life and kill him all over again. Slower this time. And her foster family was next on my list, for letting her suffer all that time.
“I could give you the version with medical jargon that I don’t understand, but simply put, when I have a period, it’s more painful and heavier than it should be. And it can cause infertility. I’m not saying that I can never get pregnant, because there is a chance, but it’s harder for me to conceive than the average woman.” She fidgeted in her seat. “So, if you’re worried about me getting pregnant because of what happened in the shower, it isn’t likely to happen.”
I didn’t know what to say. I hated that she might never get to have a baby, but at the same time, I knew I wasn’t ready for fatherhood. Part of me was grateful that it wasn’t likely my slip-up in the shower would result in pregnancy. And yet… I couldn’t deny a small part was disappointed. How fucked-up was that? If anyone should never be a dad, it was me. I was a longtime offender and more than likely would end up back in prison before my parole was up. That was the last thing Adalia needed to deal with.
“You know this thing between us can’t go anywhere,” I said. “I’m not the kind of man you need in your life. You deserve better. For whatever reason, you want me, and I’m having a hard time walking away.”
“Then don’t,” she said. “Stay with me. Unless you think I can’t give you what you need.”
“What I need?” I gave a humorless laugh.
“I know you’re used to more experienced women.” Her cheeks flushed. “There’s something else you should know. I --”
There was a pounding on the front door and I stood quickly, nearly knocking over my chair. Either Papa Bear was angry and was going to rip me a new one for being in his daughter’s house, or someone else wasn’t too pleased that I was here. Had that been what she was about to confess? Had Adalia been seeing someone? I’d fucked women who belonged to someone before, but never a brother’s girl. And I didn’t like the thought I might have done that now.
Adalia stood and went to the front door. I followed, hanging back a little. I casually leaned against the doorframe a few feet away from the front door. Adalia swung it open, and a young guy I didn’t recognize stood on the other side. He wore a Devil’s Fury cut, and judging by his age, he’d likely been voted in while I was in prison. His cut said he was called Twister.
“What the fuck is a bike doing in your driveway?” Twister demanded, pushing his way inside Adalia’s home. He froze when he saw me.
“Twister, you shouldn’t be here,” Adalia said, shutting the door and facing him with her arms folded. “I’m not twelve. If I want to have someone over, I’m allowed.”
Twister looked from me to Adalia. “What the fuck, Adalia? You won’t go out with me unless your parents make you, but this guy gets out of prison and you immediately spread your legs for him?”
I took two steps toward the little prick, pulled back my fist, and knocked his ass to the floor. He rubbed his jaw, which was already turning red and would probably bruise. Fury flashed in his eyes, but I didn’t give a shit. No one was going to talk to Adalia like that, not when I was around. Yeah, I’d fucked her, but that wasn’t his business.
“Watch your mouth, boy,” I warned. “You treat her with respect.”
“Is that what you did? Treat her with respect? Or did you fuck her like she was a common whore?”
I growled and advanced on the little asshole, lifting him up by the front of his shirt. I plowed my fist into his face a few more times. A small hand landed on my arm and looked over my shoulder at Adalia.
“He’s one of your brothers. You can’t fight him over me,” she said.
“I’m not going to stand here and listen to him insult you. He called you a fucking whore. I’m supposed to let that go?”
“I might be Griz’s adopted daughter, but I’m not an old lady. I don’t belong to anyone, Badger. If anyone is going to defend me, it should be Griz.”
I released the ass who had insulted her and gave her my full attention. My knuckles were smeared with blood, so I didn’t reach for her. I didn’t know what had made her say such a thing. Being the Pres’s daughter held more weight than being an old lady. Or was it just that she didn’t want me defending her? Knowing I wasn’t worthy of her, and her thinking that were two different things. It hurt like fuck that she might feel that way.
Without a word, I pulled open the door and stepped out onto the porch. I left her standing there, left the kid bleeding, and I got on my bike. The engine road to life and without sparing either of them a glance, my tires spit gravel as I tore out of the driveway and down the road. I didn’t stop until I got to the gates, and once they were opened, I hit the main road that led into town. If I didn’t have to report to my parole officer in a few hours, I might have kept going. The open road called to me. Despite the blue sky above me, I was still in chains. The air was just fresher in my current prison.