“Sure, but we don’t have a pool table at home,” I say, dumbfounded.
“Honey, I’ll fuckin’ buy one if it means I see you doing trick shots like that one. Got any other ones I should know about?” he asks.
Giving him a shy smile, I say, “Maybe.”
“You ready to go?” he asks, pulling me into him. I instantly get the abruptness in his question.
“More than ready,” I murmur.
“Get a fuckin’ room, you two,” Burner grumbles as he walks past us.
“You sober enough to hold on?” Badger asks.
“I’m buzzed, but I think I can hold on,” I tell him.
Without another word, Badger lifts me up into his arms. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I let him carry me out of the clubhouse toward his bike.
Anticipation of what’s to come fills my stomach with butterflies.
Setting me down next to his bike, Badger climbs on and holds his hand out to help me on, but I wave it away. “I can do this easily,” I say.
“Whatever you say, Honey,” he chuckles, dropping his hand.
As I place a hand on his shoulder, I start to lift a leg only to stumble backward and fall on my ass. “Ouch,” I mutter.
“You sure you’re not too drunk to ride,” Badger asks, doing his best to hold back his sly grin.
“Shut up and help me up. All I did was lose my footing,” I say defensively.
“If that’s what you wanna call it,” he says, amused by my ass hitting the ground. Holding his hand out, Badger helps me up off the ground before planting me on the bike. “Slide forward, babe.” Climbing on behind me, he adjusts me in front of him as he starts the bike up.
“At least now I won’t fall off,” I giggle.
Sure, we have things to talk about which we’ll get to eventually, but like he said, we have all the time in the world to talk.
And honestly, I believe the best way to express emotions is through touch. Words can’t always do what a basic touch can do.
Like the saying goes, words only go so far, though to touch someone with words, you must touch them gently physically. A stroke of the hand against the cheek speaks volumes more than a mere breath of vows.
Or that’s the way I like to look at it. I’ve come to learn a hand can’t hide deceit the way a voice can.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Badger
I’d been furious when we’d finished up church at the information Dean gave us. He’d been able to explain the whole contract thing to us. The way his eyes flared and his fists clenched, I’d say he didn’t agree with it.
Coming out of church, I’d been ready to grab Jordan and go home to sleep. After the day I’ve had, I’m exhausted. However, walking into the main room, I felt all the blood draining from my head and go straight to my dick at the sight of Jordan leaning her back against the edge of the pool table as she makes a trick shot.
It took everything I had not to sink into her right then and there.
Didn’t take long to realize the girls had been drinking and my woman was drunk.
At least she wasn’t completely smashed, and we were able to get to the house without her falling off the bike.
I probably shouldn’t have ridden home with her on my bike drunk, but I wanted to be alone with her for what I had planned. At first, I merely wanted to hold her as we fell asleep. Which I still plan on, but it will be after I have my way with her. Drunk or not I need to show her how I’ve always needed sex with others. Though with her, I know it’ll be different. Jordan’s the only one I’ll ever have this connection with where I can do more than what I’m used to.
Soon as we pull up to the house, I shut the bike off, slide back enough to help Jordan climb off first. Once she’s standing, I hold her hand to keep her steady as I climb off. Pulling her into my body, I lean forward to kiss her but stop myself.
“You trust me, Honey?” I ask, our mouths a breath apart.
“Yes,” she says quietly as she meets my gaze and I believe her.
“Good.” Stepping back, I grab hold of her hand, all but dragging her along behind me as I walk toward the house.
I don’t bother turning the lights on as we enter the house. Instead, I make sure the door’s locked then head to our bedroom.
“I want you to take all your clothes off, climb into the center of the bed, and put your hands above your head,” I order the moment we step into the bedroom.
“Okay,” she says apprehensively.
“Gotta trust me, Jordan,” I tell her as I move to the other side of the room.
“I do.” Nodding her head profusely, Jordan begins to do as I told her to.
From where I’m standing on the opposite side of the room, my dick hardens in anticipation, watching as Jordan removes her closes.
As she slides out of her jeans, I turn away from her to grab everything I need out of the back of my closet. Each time I’ve used my stuff, I discard and get new, never using the same thing twice.
Turning back to face the bed, I spot Jordan in the exact position I told her to get into.
Good.
“Close your eyes, Honey,” I say as I move toward her. Placing the bag on the floor next to her, I decide to grab one of my bandanas instead of the scrap of material I’d normally have used. Using my bandana makes what I’m about to do more personal.
“Lift your head up,” I demand as I place a knee onto the bed next to her waist.
Placing the material around her eyes, I explain to her, “I’m taking your sight from you. I’ll also be taking your ability to touch away as well. The only senses you will have are to feel, smell, hear, and speak, which you will only do when asked to. Am I understood?”
“Y-Yes,” she says, and I can detect arousal in her voice. She’s turned on already.
Fuck yeah, can she be any more perfect? Now how far will she let me push her body?
“Good,” I rasp as I move back toward the bag and grab the rope, tying it around her wrist. I secure the other end to the top of the headboard. As much as I want to kiss her, I move back, grabbing more rope and securing both ankles to opposite ends of the footboard. “Fuck, Honey, you are gorgeous like this.”
Jordan’s mouth moved like she was gonna say something though she stopped herself. Smiling, I move back to my bag, grabbing the rest of my supplies, ripping the packages I toss them to the floor before placing the items on the nightstand. Once I’m satisfied, I stand to strip out of my clothes.
Naked, I grip my dick stroking it a couple times as I step toward the bed. Releasing my dick as I climb on the bed next to Jordan. “Now the fun begins. If at any point you aren’t comfortable, just say ‘no’, and I’ll stop what I’m doing.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
Leaning forward, I run the tips of my fingers along the top of her breast, moving along her neck, trailing them up to her wrist, where I grip the rope— lifting until Jordan is left hanging a couple inches off the bed.
Jordan’s gasps are like music to my ears as I tighten the rope back into place to keep her in this position.
Next, I grab items off the nightstand and place them between Jordan’s legs, then I move to settle there as well.