Leave a Trail (Signal Bend #7)(31)

This time, when he got deep enough to feel that thing that said she’d been his for so much longer than he’d ever known, he paused and looked down. Her eyes were closed, and her body was tense. “Adrienne, look at me.” She did as he said.

It was so strange for him to feel experienced. To feel like the guide, to have the lead. The effect was potent and profoundly arousing.

“I’ve heard it hurts the first time. You don’t want me to stop?”

She shook her head, her eyes not leaving his.

“If it does, it’s the last time I’ll ever hurt you. That I will promise.” He pushed harder than he had before, pushed through and felt something give. Her face twisted a little, and she whimpered. “I’m sorry, babe.”

At his words, her expression smoothed, and she looked into his eyes as he pushed in as far as he could.

She was the best thing he’d ever felt in his life. The best thing he could imagine ever feeling. He held, deep inside her, need cramping his muscles, but he waited until he could feel her body relax. When she moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist, he knew she was okay. And then he began to move.

At first, she was mostly still, her eyes intent on his, letting him move for them both. But just as he was worried that he wouldn’t be able to hold out long enough to get her over, just as he thought the tight, milking pressure of her body around his was going to drive him out of his head, the look in her eyes changed. Her breath did, too; it became heavier, erratic. Louder. Then she began to whimper with every exhale, and he knew she’d started to climb.

Club girls always came, no matter what, but they made big productions out of it, like they thought there was a camera in the room somewhere. For all Badger knew, he’d never really gotten a girl off. He’d tried.

He knew some of the other guys didn’t bother, but he’d always thought sex in the clubhouse made a pretty decent education, if a guy wanted it. The only thing he hadn’t done with the club girls was oral—him on them, that is—because a lot of his brothers had been there, and that just seemed, well, gross.

So he thought he knew what a girl was like when she came—or, at least, what girls thought they should be like when they came. What Adrienne was doing under him was different. She was much more quiet, but what was happening to her was so obviously real that it was vastly sexier than anything he’d ever done with any other girl.

So sexy that he wasn’t going to be able to hang. Desperate to make this good for her, to be worth what she’d forgone for him, he moved his hand between their flexing bodies and found her clit. At his contact, she cried out and lifted her shoulders off the bed, and he felt her get suddenly much wetter—not that she’d been dry before. Thrusting faster, getting almost to the point of no return himself, his thumb working her clit, sliding over her wet flesh, he tucked his head against her neck.

“Badge! God, Badge! Ohohoh! OH!” Her nails sank into his shoulders as her body froze hard, and he felt her throb around him. That amazing, astounding feeling blasted the last of his control, and he came, groaning into her neck.

As they relaxed, her pulled out of her, wincing with her when she sucked in a breath.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. More than okay. That was perfect.” She laughed. “Give me a few minutes, then I think I want to do more of that.”

“I’m definitely in for more.” Grinning, Badger reached down for the condom. He checked it first—only a slight pink tinge. He pulled it off and sat up, looking for the trash. As he tied off the top and discarded it, a thought occurred to him, and that happy grin faded. He looked over his shoulder at Adrienne, who was lying unabashed in her nudity, beautiful and relaxed.

“Does Show know you’re—were—a virgin?”

She shook her head. “Not something I talk about.”

Well, that was a relief. Maybe he would survive the beating he was headed for tomorrow. Though his nose probably wouldn’t. But that was a concern for the next day. Now, he lay at Adrienne’s side, his hand on her belly, and let himself feel good. When she lifted her hand and brushed it over his ruined chest, he closed his eyes and let her, pushing hard at the dark thoughts battling to get in.

And this time, he beat them back. This time, he won.



oOo



When Isaac, Show, Len, and Tommy returned from the weed run, Dom, Zeke and Badger were waiting in the Hall. Badger was nervous; it was his first meeting since his detox, and after this, he was going to tell Show that he and Adrienne were together. And then…Christ. Who knew.

Isaac walked straight through the Hall and into the Keep, and the rest of the Horde fell in line to follow him. When they were all seated, Isaac put his elbows on the table and leaned in.

“Run went smooth—smooth as that bullshit can go. We picked up a tail when we crossed the county line. That’s the third time in a row. Don’t know what Seaver is up to with his games, but for now, we play it as safe and smart as we can.”

“He’s gotta know there’s a front end to that run,” Show added. “He could f*ck us hard if he pulled us over on our way out. He’s gotta know that.”

“He’d need a warrant, or at least probable cause, to search the truck.” As Badger spoke, Show turned an icy look on him. It might have been a mistake for him to correct something Show had said.