“So, the closet is your safe place too.” Badger’s words follow me into my dreams. I ended up crying myself to sleep in his arms as he held me, all while sitting in that closet.
I’ve found myself stretched out in a bed with an arm wrapped around my waist and a hard body pressed against me. I also realize I’m lying in said bed in nothing but my panties. My mind tries to tell me I should panic, but my heart tells me I’m safe in Badger’s arms. Because that’s exactly who is holding me.
Memories of last night flash through my head, then his words repeat in my head, from the anger-filled words to the gentle sounds when he found me in the closet.
“Stop thinking, you’re giving me a headache,” Badger grumbles sleepily.
“I am not,” I murmur.
“Yeah, Honey, you are. Your mind is so loud, I can hear the tinkering of the wheels working overtime,” he says, rolling onto his back and taking me with him, my back still pressed into his chest. “Roll over, babe, I wanna see your face.”
Sighing, I do as he says. I turn my body until I’m lying on my stomach next to him. Lifting up on my elbows, I face him.
“Babe.” Smirking at me, he shakes his head. Quicker than I can react, Badger has me laying on my back with him hovering over me. “When I said roll over, I meant to face me fully, not lay on your damn stomach.”
“Umm . . . ” I whisper, diverting my eyes. I can’t seem to focus on his words since he’s pressed against my core. And on top of that, I can feel exactly how hard he is.
“Now, I think we need to have a talk,” he rasps as he shifts against me. I don’t think I’ve ever heard his voice sound so husky. What do I know? I’ve only been around him a few times before waking up in the hospital, then the past weeks.
“Do we have to talk like this?” I murmur, glancing at his face.
Giving me his shit-eating grin, he says, “Yeah, Honey, I think this is exactly how we’re gonna have this conversation. I kinda like feeling the heat of your pussy against my dick. And that’s saying something since I’m honestly not used to this shit.”
Furrowing my brow, I don’t understand what he’s talking about. What shit? “Uhh.”
“You don’t get what I’m saying?” I shake my head at his question. “Means I’m not one to usually use my dick except for on the occasion that I need to release tension. Other than that, I use my dick for pissing, that’s it.”
My mouth opens and closes several times as I’m unable to form words. Holy freaking hell. As crude as his words are, I can tell there’s meaning behind them.
“I know it’s shocking, but I’m thinking we can change all that real soon. But right now, I’m just gonna stay like this while I ask some questions. Last night never should have happened.” I flinch at his statement.
“Babe, I’d never hurt you. You’ve got nothing to fear from me. But what I mean about last night is you shouldn’t have been afraid of me when we got home. I know I was an asshole. That’s just me and I’m not used to feeling shit for someone. When I walked into the bar last night after finding out you were there, and I was hours away, I was furious.” Badger closes his eyes for a minute as he shakes his head. His expression tenses a brief second before he gets it under control.
“Pissed at myself for takin’ off the way I did, which I’ll explain to you another time. Right now isn’t for that. I was pissed at finding that motherfucker with his hands on you. Then at what he said, and to top it off, having to hear your shit the way I did. I wanted you to be able to tell me your story when it was just us and I could hold you, not standing in an office with my brothers.
“I saw red when you slumped your shoulders, saying it was better for you to leave. You have constantly said those exact words way too many times in the time I’ve claimed you, and I went a little apeshit,” Badger says.
Still unable to speak, I nod my head.
“You know I’m never gonna let you go, right?” he asks and my eyes widen at the sincere yet firm tone he uses.
After a second, I’m finally able to form words. “Why?” Is all I ask.
“Because like I said, a badger needs his honey and to me, that’s you. You encompassed my heart the first day you bumped into me, giving me the doe eyes like you were caught in the sight of my rifle. I didn’t realize it then, but the moment I saw you dancing at that club, the way you moved, I was mesmerized. I knew right then I was gonna claim you,” he murmurs as he leans forward, coming nose to nose, his mouth a breath from mine.
Oh, God, please kiss me. If he says anything else, I may cry, and I don’t want that. I want something else completely.
“You’re my ol’ lady, Jordan, and not just that but as of last night, you’re my wife. Might not have been all that legal, but it’s signed, sealed, and done. I promise you now that I will do right by you and even give you a wedding one day if that’s what you want.” Badger’s lips brush against mine with each word until he finishes and then he fuses his mouth to mine. Moving his hands, he continues to hover over me as he cups my face between both hands.
Badger deepens the kiss and shifts his hips. I moan into his mouth as I feel my body begin to hum with a need I’ve never felt before. My hips involuntarily begin to move on their own and Badger lifts his head from my mouth, leaving me panting for breath.
“I need to be inside you, Honey. I know you’re a virgin and it’s probably gonna hurt. I’ll be gentle until you’re ready for more,” he whispers as he kisses along my jaw.
“Please,” I say, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears.
Without another word, Badger moves his mouth back to mine as he runs a hand down my body, cupping one of my breasts as he goes. He doesn’t waste time there but rather continues further until he grips my panties in his hand and slides then down my legs. With swift movements, he has them off without breaking our kiss.
“Badger,” I murmur breathlessly as he starts to pull away. Feeling somewhat bold, I reach out to run my fingers through his hair, hoping to bring his mouth back to mine. Gripping my fingers through his long hair, I can feel the shortness underneath it. I knew he had an undercut, but I never knew it would feel this silky. It’s only a brief touch of his hair before he grabs both my hands in his and holds them above my head.
“Honey, as much as I love hearing you call me Badger, I want you to be screaming out my real name when I sink inside your pussy,” he murmurs huskily.
“I don’t know your real name,” I whisper, meeting his gaze.
“Brett.” The words fall off his lips as he thrusts into my entrance a little. Groaning, he pulls back only to do it again. “Babe, keep your eyes on me. I’m taking you all the way,” he says and I nod. I need him to do just that.
With our eyes connected, Badger sinks all the way in and then stills. I’ve heard your first time is supposed to hurt yet I feel nothing but pure ecstasy. Sure, it’s strange having him inside me. He is huge, at least from what I’ve felt. I hadn’t had the chance to see him.
After a minute of him letting me adjust to his size, he begins to move, thrusting harder with each movement. And I need more.
Releasing my hands, he sits up and pulls my legs over his shoulders. At this angle, I can feel him even deeper as he plows into me.