Damaged and the Dragon (Damaged #5)

Barely awake, I reached for Bailey in bed. Her skin felt warm under my exploring fingertips. My eyes remained closed until she straddled me.

“A morning fuck is the best,” she murmured. “Or at least that’s what I’ve heard.”

Grinning, I caressed her hips. “You wake up beautiful.”

“You’re perfection,” Bailey said, guiding my cock inside.

Unable to find the right words to explain how I felt, I hoped my affections spoke in a way I couldn’t. Bouncing up and down, she worked us into a frenzy. When Bailey orgasmed, she cried out so loudly that the dogs howled in response. She was just as loud in the shower a half hour later. I could barely keep hold of her soapy bouncing body. Her enthusiasm was so intoxicating that I agreed to go to the pool even without knowing how to swim.

Wonderfully relaxed while walking with Bailey to the main house, I didn’t think about how I was wearing Cooper’s clothes. Most of my life was spent enjoying someone’s discards. Cooper’s swim shorts and tee felt better than my too tight clothes anyway.

“I don’t know how to swim,” I said as we walked onto the back deck where the pool awaited.

“I’ll teach you,” Bailey said, smiling over her shoulder. “First, I need to clean out some of the gunk from the storm.”

After scooping up dead leaves and bugs until the pool looked pristine, Bailey jumped into the pool.

“There’s a secret to swimming,” she said, giving me a wink.

Tossing off my shirt, I didn’t think about how much I hated to go shirtless outside of the cage. I just walked into the water and returned her bright smile. “What’s the secret?”

“Friction.”

Before I could ask, Bailey slid her wet body against mine. “Lots of friction,” she murmured, grinning wildly.

The moment my hands went to her ass, her legs wrapped around my waist. “I feel like I might drown. More friction might be necessary.”

When I nibbled at her shoulder, she went soft in my arms. Getting cocky, I tugged at the strap of her bikini with my teeth.

“Shit,” she muttered and I knew we had company.

Glancing back, I found Kirk watching us while Sawyer gnawed at an ice cream.

“Screwing my daughter in the pool,” he said, exhaling cigarette smoke. “I like a man with balls.”

Bailey frowned. “We’re not screwing.”

To ensure the moment was truly awkward, Bailey slid her hands up and down my chest. Nothing made a guy piss his pants like having his nutty girlfriend feel him up in front of her scary dad.

“We’re going out to Longhorn’s for dinner tomorrow night. Brass Balls can come with us.”

“Thanks, Pop,” Bailey said, grinning like her hands weren’t on my ass.

“We’re grilling and your brothers are here.”

Sawyer grinned at me then Bailey. “A man should die with a full stomach.”

Snorting at his kid’s comment, Kirk took her hand then walked away. Bailey watched them leave then looked at me.

“I was going to fuck you in the pool,” she whispered.

“You’re going to get me killed.”

Bailey rolled her eyes. “Pop wants me to have a nice boyfriend, not a scumbag druggie. You’re nice. Very nice,” she said, purring the last word.

Once out of the pool and covered by our tees, Bailey grinned up at me. “I get to show off my hot boyfriend. Best day ever.”

Smiling tightly, I followed her without speaking because no words could explain how nervous I felt.

The massive deck off the Johanssons’ back door was where we found the family. Standing in front of the grill, Kirk was a big guy like his sons. Rougher though and I could imagine him killing his way up the ladder to the head of the motorcycle club. I doubted anything was ever handed to him, but he still ended up on top.

His kids lived a cushy life. Bailey never thought twice about buying something. Yet they weren’t decadent people. As I walked with Bailey onto the deck, Lynyrd Skynyrd played from the inside of the house. I spotted bowls filled with potato salad and coleslaw on the table while near the grill waited burgers and steaks. This was wealth Johansson-style. Surrounded by family and large dogs, they enjoyed a good meal with a beautiful view of the river.

Kirk gave me a nod then smiled for his daughter who returned the gesture. She looked young and happy in a way I hoped she never lost.

“Nick, come help me out. My boys are too busy chasing their women’s fumes.”

Cooper frowned at the suggestion that he was whipped even though he sat with Farah on his lap. Her bare baby bump smiled up at them both from where Sawyer drew a happy face on it with her water paints.

Leaving Bailey with Jodi, I joined Kirk at the grill.

“You need to flip them after four minutes. I’ve got it timed perfectly.”