“Damn, babe, that was . . . words don’t describe what it was.” Badger grunts.
“Same,” I whisper as I lift my head to glance at him. “You okay?” I can’t help but worry about what he shared, though I instantly regret asking as he tenses in my arms.
A strained silence fills the room for a brief moment before Badger answers, “Yeah, Honey, I’ll be okay. This,” he says, using his hand to point from him to me and back again, “This was fuckin’ phenomenal. You’re amazing and when you touch me, you heal a piece of me.” Leaning forward, he kisses me slowly, showing me the truth of his words.
“Okay,” I murmur against his lips when he pulls back.
“How about we go shower, then grab something to eat? I’ve worked up an appetite,” grinning he runs his eyes along my body as he rolls us until I’m pinned to the bed with him having yet to slide out of me. In fact, I can feel him growing hard again. “Actually, I’ve got an appetite for more than just food. I think I’m becoming addicted to you,” he rasps as he begins to thrust inside me.
“Oh, God,” I groan as I wrap my legs around his waist.
“Not God, baby, just Brett,” he murmurs as he picks up speed. Shower and food are all but forgotten. The rest of the world right along with it.
“I love you, Brett,” I whisper on a moan as he brings me to yet another height I’ve never felt before.
“Love you too, Honey,” he says, moving within my body, picking up speed.
By the time we come, sweat covers both of us. I incoherently scream out his name from the pleasure he built up, and Badger groans mine into my neck.
I never want to leave this room. Nothing bad can ever happen if we stay right here, surrounded by each other.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Badger
Stepping out of the shower, I inwardly groan at the soreness of unused muscles. Grabbing a towel, I wrap it around my waist before grabbing another to wrap around Jordan. We’d finally gotten into the shower after going for a second round. I could get used to this.
When Jordan first climbed on top of me, I started to be thrust back into the past only to have her draw me back in. She’d shown me with her touches that she wasn’t my demon from the past.
With each touch, Jordan began to heal me. By the time she took my dick in her mouth, fuck, I had to concentrate on not coming then and there. Her mouth was like hot lava against my skin as it sent pure pleasure up my spine.
“You realize I’m gonna have to go commando now that you ripped my only pair of underwear here, right?” Jordan asks as she starts to get dressed.
“Means fewer barriers to get through,” I say, giving her a smirk.
“Ugh, that’s all you’re gonna think about now, isn’t it,” she giggles.
“Damn right, Honey, that pussy is fucking awesome. I don’t think I could stop thinking about it to save my life.” Chuckling, I pull out a fresh pair of jeans, foregoing boxers myself.
Giggling, Jordan steps toward me, she lifts up on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around my neck. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she whispers.
“Is that so?” I ask, quirking an eyebrow at her as I squeeze her ass in my hands.
“Well . . . ” she says playfully.
“Honey, don’t fuck with me,” I growl, pulling her flush against my chest. “We still have a lot of shit to get straight but I’m telling ya now when it comes to you and me in this room or at the house, I’m in charge in the bedroom. What we did earlier, I let you take control. You needed it, so I gave it. However, make no mistake when it comes to your pleasure, I’m in charge.”
I don’t know why I felt the need to inform Jordan of that fact except for the playful attitude pushed me. I love this side of her, though I need her to understand I won’t always be gentle. In fact, tonight when we get home, I intend to show her just what I enjoy.
“Okay, Brett.” She murmurs my name for the first time outside of me being inside her and I can’t help but instantly calm down.
I need to work on not getting worked up over stupid shit. Well, not stupid shit, but me being buried inside her.
“Sorry, babe, I didn’t mean to flip like that. I just . . . ” Jordan stops me from finishing my sentence by placing her fingers against my lips.
“Don’t be sorry. We were joking and I offended you by saying ‘well’ that way without finishing it off. I’m gathering it’s a trigger for you the way I have my own triggers. It’s okay, and you’re right, we do have a lot to still talk about. Including things that could easily set both of us off. The fact you let me take control means a lot to me. I love you, Brett, and wanted to show you that earlier. I needed to do that,” Jordan murmurs quietly as she holds my eyes. It’s something I noticed she didn’t do unless we were having sex. The fact she’s doing it now means a hell of a lot to me.
I didn’t even realize joking about sex could be a trigger for me. I mean, I’ve heard my brothers joke with each other about it and it didn’t bother me. Maybe it’s just because what she and I shared was more than just fuckin’ that it triggered me to become agitated and needing her to understand. Thankfully, I didn’t scare her away like last night when I flipped my shit on her at home.
Fuck, I need to work on realizing not everything needs to set me off.
“You know what?” she asks, pulling me out of my head.
“What’s that?” I ask her softly.
“I can’t wait to try new things with you,” whispering, she lifts up on her tiptoes to brush her lips against my own. Lifting my hands from her ass, I cup the back of her head, deepening the kiss.
The fact I have to get to church is the only reason I pull back. I don’t need none of my brothers banging my door down cause I’m late for church.
Putting my forehead to hers, I close my eyes. “Babe, I’m new to all this shit, same as you. I fuckin’ love you and you mean the world to me. As for when it comes to these triggers, I didn’t even realize I would be affected by something so small. Same with last night when I flipped my shit at you locking that door to the guest room. I never want you scared of me, but fuck, I don’t know how to explain this shit.”
“How about we take that part day by day? I mean, it’s not like we don’t have the rest of our lives to figure it out. No matter how long that may be,” she murmurs the last part so low I almost didn’t hear it.
“Honey, I’m giving you forever. I go where you go. Told you we were made for each other and I’m not about to lose you to some motherfucker who thinks he controls whether or not you live.” Releasing her, I go back to finish getting dressed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I slip my boots over my feet.
“Can I wear one of your hoodies?” Jordan asks shyly.
Glancing up at her, I lift a brow, “You wanna wear my clothes?”
“I kinda like the idea of feeling as if you’re surrounding me.” A blush creeps up on her cheeks.
“You can have the shirt off my back if that’s what you want, but you never have to ask to wear one of my hoodies. They’re yours for the taking,” I tell her as I stand. Drawing her into my body, I give her an earth-shattering kiss. “Now, hurry up, I wanna grab something to eat before heading into church.” Swatting her ass, I push her toward the closest to pick out a hoodie.