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Page 23 of Defended by Bama (Royal Bastards MC: Mobile, Alabama #1)

Brooklyn

Sadie was out cold when we pulled up to Bama’s house. It was a long day, but I couldn’t remember the last time we’d had so much fun. Even the trips she and I took before, I was always a little on edge wondering what kind of mood Marshall would be in.

But over the last couple of weeks, that constant state of tension slowly dissolved. When I looked in the mirror, I noticed a difference in my posture and shoulders. I used to pop Ibuprofen like candy, but lately I hadn’t needed any.

Bama had been home most of the time the past week.

He did step outside for a few phone calls but always told me who it was, usually Hammer or Rogers.

He took Sadie and I to a big box store and he let us pick out anything we wanted, including new outfits and shoes for Sadie.

I grabbed some sandals to alternate my flip flops.

Sadie grabbed some bubbles, slime supplies, and coloring books with crayons.

And we planned meals together, although I gathered he was very much a meat and potatoes kind of guy by his choices.

I’d woken up one day to Bama, Ollie, and Butterbean assembling a massive playset in the backyard. Glenda swung by for a while, too, and we supervised the men working while Sadie practically vibrated out of her skin in excitement.

He took us to the edge of his property that had a small floating boat dock.

We all squished onto a four-wheeler with a cooler and fishing poles, and he brought a shotgun in case any hogs or gators happened to come around.

Admittedly, I did get a little tense on the ride down and back, at least until we knew we had no unwanted wildlife guests.

But I was glad he warned us and was prepared.

I wouldn’t be going down there without him.

We didn’t catch any fish that day, but it was still fun.

I was in my own little slice of heaven and I could hardly believe it. My door opened, and he helped me down, then he carefully pulled Sadie from the cab and shut the door. He put our bag down by the door then headed to the room she and I had been sharing.

When he went to lay her down, she groaned. “I need to pee,” she murmured.

He turned, his nervous grin hysterical. I reached my hand out. “Come on, we need to get you changed anyway.”

“Sorry I woke her up,” he said as I reached into the dresser and grabbed her clothes.

“It’s better this way. She needs to tinkle before bed. I’ll get her back to sleep in no time.”

Sadie had already relieved herself, so I helped her take a quick shower to get all the sand and salt water off, get dressed, and watched her brush her teeth before taking her back towards the room, but she veered to the kitchen.

I reached for her but stopped when I realized she was going to tell Bama goodnight.

He squatted down and wrapped her up, her tiny arms barely going over his shoulders.

My breath hitched at the sight. The fact that his eyes closed and he grinned made it even better.

“Today was the best day ever, Bama,” Sadie told him.

“It was a blast. We’ll have to go again before it cools off. You sleep good.”

They broke apart, and she shuffled to me, grabbing my hand and tugging me down the hall. Picking her up, I gave her a big hug and she squeezed me back. “Love you, Mommy.”

“I love you, sweet girl. Sleep well,” I told her as I lay her on the bed.

Once she was tucked in, I grabbed a change of clothes. I was sticky and had sand in places it didn’t belong, so I wanted to take a quick shower, too.

“Hey, I’m gonna hop in the shower and get this sand out of my hair,” I said as I rummaged through the bag. I’d left my phone in there all day and when we got in the truck it was too hot to turn on. I’d been checking daily for updates about my tests.

“I’m making a little snack. You ladies wore me out.”

“Ha! I’m exhausted. I’ll have a bite when I’m done.”

As I pushed the bathroom door closed, I checked the phone, and there was a message. Relief washed over me as I listened to Dr. Hanes tell me everything was negative and reminded me to let him know if I needed anything at all.

A grin spread over my face. I turned on the water and undressed, waiting for the water to warm up.

Staring at myself in the mirror, I inspected.

Most of my bruises were gone, and my lip had healed up all but a tiny little spot where the cut was.

I was a little pink from the sun, but not too bad.

We applied sunblock several times throughout the day.

Bama grew up not far from where I was living and he told us the sun was hotter down here.

Now I understood what he meant. Luckily, Sadie only had a slight touch of pink that would likely be gone by the time she woke up.

Standing in the shower, lathering my hair twice, I thought about how I would approach this.

We’d had some amazing makeout sessions, and a little dry-humping.

I hadn’t pushed for more since I was waiting for the results and what Dr. Hanes told me was probably good advice.

I’d had some damage done by Marshall and needed to heal.

But I’d been ready. And now with the news I was all clear, I would have to initiate it. Bama was being respectful of me and knew what I had been through. He told me he wanted me but would wait for me to be ready. I was going to have to tell him I was.

My stomach fluttered at the thought. I’d never outright told a man I wanted to have sex. And in the last few years, I hadn’t even wanted to. There was a time I wanted Marshall, but I could hardly remember it. And it wasn’t like this. What a dumb girl I had been. But I’m a woman now.

Finishing up my shower and brushing my teeth, I threw my cotton shorts and tank on, not bothering with panties. I wouldn’t need them long.

Flinging the door open, I said, “Shit!”

Bama stood at the door with a bundle of clothes. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya. I got sand in my ass and can’t sleep like this.”

The giggles were uncontrollable, and I didn’t try to stop them.

“Hey, I know you got sand in more places than just your hair but you’re too polite to say it. Scoot. I’ll be right out,” he said as he playfully smacked my arm with his shorts.

“Okay, fine. There was sand in my ass, too. Happy now?” I asked, still giggling.

He leaned toward me, pecking his lips to mine. “Yes. Be right out.”

I pulled the door closed, then went to the kitchen and found a plate of cheese and crackers with a glass of iced tea for me. Before I knew it, I had polished off the whole plate, but he came to the kitchen in just his basketball shorts.

Taking a long sip of tea to hide my watering mouth and try to wash down some of the nerves that were bubbling up, I leaned against the counter.

“Long day,” he said as he grabbed his glass and took a sip. He put it down then walked over, caging me in place with his arms. His crisp, clean scent tickled my nose.

I put my glass down, then ran my hands over his arms, up to his shoulders. “Wonderful day,” I responded. Then I let my hands roam over his chest, tracing the tattoos there.

His head dipped down and his lips brushed my neck. My leg jerked up on its own at the soft touch on the delicate skin, and his hand grabbed under my knee, holding it up next to his hip.

As he pressed closer, his hard erection pressed to my belly and I wished I was a little taller. My hips moved, seeking the feel of him between my thighs. His lips found mine and my head fell back, giving him more access.

He kissed me hard and deep, pulling me closer by my leg with one hand, the other gripping my damp hair and tugging lightly. I couldn’t help the small moan that escaped me.

“Goddamn woman. You kill me when you moan into my mouth.”

“Bama,” I nearly whispered. “I want you.”

He froze, pulling away just enough to look into my eyes. His were dark and hooded, but his lips thinned. “You don’t have to do this now.”

Running my hands further down, I teased at his waistband. “I know. But I’m ready.”

“I don’t want to hurt you–”

“I don’t want him to be the last man that had me anymore, Bama. I want you. Please,” I said, my face heating from the truth of it. Swallowing hard, I managed to fight back tears that threatened to fill my eyes.

His brow furrowed, but I only saw for a second because his lips crushed mine as he lifted me off the floor, wrapping my legs around his waist.

He maneuvered us out of the kitchen and down the hall to his room. I hadn’t been in that bed since the first night we arrived. But I was ready to be back in it…with him.

His foot pushed the door closed and he started to head to the bed, but I pulled my lips off his to say, “Lock it.”

He backed up, grinning. “Hold on tight.” I braced my hands onto his shoulders and squeezed my legs tighter around him, my hips moving on their own.

Once he locked it, he put his arm under me, hoisting me up as he stepped closer to the bed. I needed his mouth again, so I leaned in and took it. A low rumble rose from his chest, and my tongue went even deeper inside.

Slowly, he lowered me onto the bed and at first, I didn’t unclench my thighs from him. Chuckling, he pushed them down. “I’m not going anywhere. But I want to look at you.”

My heart thundered in my chest. It had been so long since I willfully undressed for anyone. But I had a decent figure, especially to have a child. Clearly, he liked the curves I had. So why was I so nervous?

He stood at the edge of the bed, and maybe he sensed my trepidation because he smiled down as he hooked his thumbs into his waistband and pushed the shorts down, and there was nothing underneath.

Well, there was something there. Something big, hard, and staring me in the face.

He was a big guy, so it made sense that his cock was big, but holy shit.

Blowing a breath out, still laying on my back, I tugged at the hem of my tank, pulling it up and over my head. He kneeled between my legs, placing his huge palm on my stomach. My stomach quivered at the touch, causing my breasts to shake gently.

“You’re so perfect, Linny.”

My breath hitched. “Bama,” I whispered.

His hand traveled up and over one of my breasts, his thumb teasing at my nipple. My back arched and I pressed into his touch. When his lips wrapped around the other nipple, I gasped.

My hands went to his head, gripping his short hair.

Tiny shocks went from my nipples to my center as he worked both.

Warmth built under the touch of his other hand as it travelled down my side until it met my thigh.

He squeezed and rubbed before finally moving it to my inner thigh and grazing the skin lightly as his hand moved closer to where I needed it.

“Bama, please,” I rasped.

“Please what, Linny.” Each time he said that name, my new name, a shock went through me.

“Touch me. I need you.”

He licked my chest before nipping at my neck. I writhed under him, my pussy desperate for his touch. When his lips found mine again, his fingers went under the leg of my shorts and teased at my entrance.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he said on my lips before he plunged a finger inside as his tongue did the same in my mouth.

Moaning as he kissed me deeply, I melted and lost myself with him. My needy hands clawed and dug at his back as he added another finger, his thumb working my clit. His hard kisses nearly smothered me but I didn’t care. I’d suffocate there beneath him in that moment.

His hard cock pressed into my thigh, and my hand reached down to feel it but he pressed himself against me so I couldn’t. “Not yet,” he said. “You first.”

“Bama, I need–” but my words were cut off by the intense explosion crashing from my center, flowing through me all the way to my fingertips.

Everything went black as I rode his hand through the orgasm. When my pussy stopped pulsing around his fingers, my body relaxed and my eyes slowly blinked open. His hand was over my mouth but he was smiling down.

“You’re loud. I love it, but I don't know how deep of a sleeper she is.”

Laughing under his hand that still covered my mouth, I reached down and finally was able to get my hand on his cock. He growled, moving his hand then dipped his head, covering my mouth with his.

Everything about Bama was perfect. His warm skin was soft to the touch but all hard lines and ridges beneath it. He kissed me hard, but sensually. He gripped me like he never wanted to let me go, but didn’t hurt me.

I was so lost in him that I didn’t realize my shorts were still on until he pulled away, my face chasing his, needy for his lips.

But he slowly tugged at my shorts, pulling them down before running his hands back up, but he stopped, parting my thighs with his wide shoulders. “What a perfect pussy,” he said before he dug his face in and lapped through my folds.

My back arched and my hands went to his hair again, gripping harder than I should but I couldn't loosen my fingers. My eyes closed at the feel of his hot mouth over my throbbing clit.

He once again sent me somewhere else. A place I didn’t know and lost all concept of where we were and who was around. And that place was amazing.

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