Fear the Beard (The Dixie Wardens Rejects MC #2)

Nearly.

All because of the woman who thought it was okay to touch a man’s dick when he wanted nothing more than to toss her beautiful ass over one of the desks in front of him and have his filthy way with her.

“What…” I murmured as I leaned into the bed. “Was that?”

She looked at me all innocently.

“What was what?” she batted her eyelashes at me.

I growled and kicked the wheel lock on the bed, pushing it forward and locking it so quickly that she had no idea what I was doing before I did it.

The moment the bed was in front of the door, I locked the wheels and slammed my mouth onto hers.

She fought for all of three seconds before she gave in to the kiss, her mouth taking mine just as hungrily as mine took hers.

I ripped my mouth away from hers with a snarl, causing her to gasp in surprise.

“Jesus Christ,” I growled. “Do you know how hard I am right now?”

She brushed her hand against my cock again, and I swallowed another curse before slamming my mouth back down onto hers.

“Did your daddy turn you against me?” I growled against her lips.

“He tried,” she said. “But he didn’t accomplish his goal.”

“And what goal would that be?” I asked, pulling back just enough that I could see into her beautiful eyes.

“To keep me away from you,” she confessed. “But, as you can see, you’re still here and so am I.”

I blinked.

“He tried to pull you out or have me fired?” I asked, knowing for a fact that it was one of the two.

“When one didn’t work, he tried the other,” she admitted. “When that didn’t work, he tried to make me feel bad.” She hesitated. “And I’m still trying to figure out what the hell you did to deserve that kind of reaction out of my normally laid-back dad.”

I shook my head, knowing she wanted me to explain why her father hated me so much. But that wasn’t something I wanted to tell her. Not until she was completely mine, and never leaving me, that was.

“No comment,” I murmured.

She lifted her lip in a silent snarl.

“I’ll figure it out one way or the other,” she threatened.

I didn’t take the bait.

I knew what she was trying to do, and I wasn’t going to fall for that pretty face.

Nor was I going to give in. Not on this.

My record was sealed for a reason.

So I’d been a stupid kid.

So I’d been an even stupider young adult.

That wasn’t going to come out until the last possible second, if ever.

And she couldn’t get it out of me, no matter what she said, tried or did.

At least not yet, anyway.

“You could try…” I murmured as I used two fingers to stroke her pussy over her scrubs. “You want to know why you won’t be doing that?” I asked her carefully.

She glared. “Why not?”

I grinned and covered her mouth with my hand.

“Because you like me,” I informed her. “You want my cock in your pussy. You want my ass in your bed. You want to be wrapped up in my arms when you’ve had a hard day.” I moved closer until we were only millimeters apart. “You fucking want me, as much as I want you, and that’s why you’re not going to play silly high school games.”

She hissed at me, and I had to admit that was pretty cute, but now I was pissed.

She lifted her hips, urging me with her body since I had my hand over her mouth and wouldn’t let her get her words out.

“What do you want?” I teased her.

She glared.

Knowing what she wanted, I slipped my hand under the hem of her top until I came to the stretchy waistband of her scrubs.

“You want my cock,” I muttered. “Well, you can’t have it. But you can have my fingers.”

She arched into my hand as I slipped it not just past the waistband of her pants, but into her panties as well, and honed in on my target.

She growled into my hand and dug her heels into the bed, effectively urging me on.

I sank one finger deep inside of her, moaning as I felt the first sign of her need for me.

“You’re fucking soaked,” I told her. “And that’s all for me. The man that your father fucking hates.”

I knew I didn’t need to keep bringing it up. It would only keep and hold her attention, but I couldn’t help it.

The last two weeks had been utter shit all because her father had deemed me a menace to society over ten years ago.

She bit down on my lip, and I jerked back just in time to see her eyes roll back into her head.

She came—with only two fingers—in a matter of seconds.

Either I was magic—which I wasn’t—or she was thinking about it long before I’d actually gone there.

And only one solution was logical.

I didn’t even get much chance to examine the feelings when the doors started to open.

Lucky for me the bed was in the way—wheels still locked—or they would’ve seen me pulling my fingers out of Tally’s pants.

Red flushed up those pretty cheeks, and she started to yank at her restraints.

Grinning, I sucked my fingers clean, and she glared.

“Not cool,” she grumbled as she yanked at her restraints once again.

I used one hand to get her loose while I finished licking my fingers clean.

“Get to your seat,” I ordered.

She hissed at me. “Jerk.”

Grinning like an asshole, I pulled the bed from the door, put it back into place, and took a seat at my desk.

“How is taking your tests in the library going?” I asked, referring to the new testing environment I’d arranged for her for not just my class, but all of her classes.

Relief crossed over her face.

“Amazing,” she admitted. “And having an extra forty minutes wasn’t too shabby either.”

I chuckled and picked up my water that was on the edge of my desk.

“I’ll bet.”

“Though, it pissed Hadley off,” she murmured. “She’s mad that I get extra time.”

I resisted the urge to say ‘fuck Hadley’ and good thing, too.

Because low and behold it was the woman under discussion who was the first one through the door scant seconds later.

“Tally!” Hadley called.

Tally looked up at Hadley, and then grinned at something I couldn’t hear.

I looked up and watched the two women converse, wondering again what Tally saw in that girl.

Even I could tell from all the way across the room that Hadley was looking down on her.

Deciding that I needed to speak to Tally about her, I got up and continued with class.

All the while my fingers smelled of Tally.





Chapter 16


You need to turn down your psycho before I turn mine up. Trust me, no one will like it if I turn mine up.

-Tally’s secret thoughts

Tally

“You want to go out tonight?” Hadley asked.

I shook my head as I bit my lip, my pen working furiously over the page of my NCLEX study guide.

“Can’t,” I said. “I have to run a few errands, and I have Tallulah tonight.”

Hadley grumbled something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like ‘bullshit.’

“What?” I asked, looking up at her.

I was surprised to find a look of derision on her face.

“What?” I asked again.

“It’s fucking ridiculous that all you do is study and stay at home,” she said stubbornly.