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

I turned back to look at Dr. Tommy and crossed my arms over my chest.

“We’ve already studied, thank you very much,” I informed him. “This was just a stress reducer.”

“That’s not exactly how they’re designed to reduce stress,” one man said from Dr. Tommy’s side. “I could probably show you how they’re supposed to be used.”

My mouth dropped open in embarrassment as I floundered for something to say.

“Oh,” Hadley snickered as she sidled up to my side. “We know how to use them. This is just a bonus activity.”

The crowd started to cheer loudly, and I turned to find the vibrators at the end of the line now…with mine in first!

The large man who’d shown me the prize earlier came up to me and thrust the double-ended dildo into my hand.

“Congratulations!” he crowed.

I wordlessly took the large dildo and then looked at the men in front of me.

Every single one of them was wearing a large smile.

All of them except for Dr. Tommy, that is.

“Are you ready yet?” I whispered frantically to Hadley, shaking my new dildo in her face.

It hit her on the nose, and she grabbed it and pushed it away before answering.

“Yes.” She smiled a secret smile for reasons only she knew. “I’m ready when you are.”

I walked down to the end and pocketed my vibrator, and then tried to hand off the double-headed dildo to Elba, who flatly refused.

“No,” she hissed. “Do you see all those hot guys down there?”

I rolled my eyes.

“You’re getting married soon. You’re not allowed to care whether hot guys notice you’re holding a dildo or not,” I informed her.

She snorted.

“Yeah,” she agreed. “That’s right.”

I sighed and looked for the nearest trashcan, spotting one just on the other side of Dr. Tommy.

Fuck.

I scanned the area again, spotting one on the opposite side of the lot from where we were parked, and cursed.

How could they only have two freakin’ trashcans out here?

Knowing I had to get close to him to trash it, I started forward.

He watched me come, his eyes taking in my every move.

Surely there was something more interesting at the expo than me, right?

Wrong.

He watched me like a hawk.

Even his friends watched me.

“You want this?” I asked him as I passed, skirting around the large men who didn’t bother to try to get out of my way.

No, they forced me to walk all the way around them, then circle back around to get at their backs.

Dr. Tommy’s eyes sparkled as he turned. “Wouldn’t have much use for it, so no,” was his answer.

Just as I was about to drop it into the trash, that velvety voice broke in again. “You could keep it, you know. You never know when you might have use for it.”

That didn’t sound very professional or teacher-like to say.

My eyes caught his, and something quick flashed in his eyes before it was gone as if it’d never been.

“See you tomorrow, ladies,” Dr. Tommy said as he started backing away.

I looked to the side to see Hadley and Elba were waiting there, watching the exchange with extreme interest.

“Bye, Dr. Bones!” Hadley called, waving excitedly.

Dr. Tommy’s shoulders stiffened, and he looked over at the man at his side just as he opened his mouth.

“Why are they calling you Dr. Bones?” the man to Dr. Tommy’s right asked, eyes sparkling with mirth.

“Shut up, Truth,” he growled.

“I could always ask…”

Dr. Tommy left without another word, and the men followed him. All of them chuckling.

We watched them go, our eyes avid, until we could no longer see them as they weaved their way through the crowd.

“You did that on purpose,” I hissed at her.

She shrugged. “I don’t know what came over me.”

My eyes rolled backwards as I looked up at the quickly darkening sky.

“This is going to come back and bite us in the ass,” I told her. “Just you wait and see.”

She smiled.

“You gonna trash that or keep it?” she asked.

I looked at the thing I was still holding, then roughly shoved it into my purse without another word.

Why, I had no idea.





Chapter 5


Please be patient, I’m fucking things up as fast as I can.

-Tally to Tommy

Tally

I stared at my paper worriedly.

I couldn’t remember anything.

Not a damn thing.

Everything that was on that page was foreign to me.

Not just one thing, but everything.

“You have an hour to finish before I collect the tests. Finished or not. Understand?” Dr. Tommy walked to the board and wrote 10:33 on the white dry erase board. “If you have any questions during the test, raise your hand and I’ll come to you. Number two pencils only, because I’d hate for the testing machine to not read your answers and mark them wrong.”

I swallowed thickly, checking to make sure my pencil was number two, even though that’s all I ever bought.

I fiddled with my watch, setting my time to the time on the board, and then I started to panic.

I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t. I would fail, and then I would have to work at the gas station for the rest of my life, possibly never seeing Tallulah again because I’d be busy working to make enough money to support us. She’d be fifteen when I finally caught up…

A Jolly Rancher was set down on the desk in front of me, and I lifted my eyes from my test to look at who put it there, only to stop when I saw a crotch.

A very nice crotch at that.

I could see mostly everything, and everything was quite perfect.

Though, I had a feeling that had a lot to do with the man that crotch belonged to.

Even soft the man was well proportioned. I wondered what it would look like if…

Dr. Tommy’s muscled, tattooed arm came into view to block his crotch, and I blushed ruby red.

I made my way from his crotch to his face, stalling slightly on his belly and well defined arms before I reached my destination.

My face was still flaming, which seemed to be a constant state with him.

I licked my lips.

His brows rose, but he didn’t say a word.

He glanced down at my paper, which was still blank, then back to me as if to say ‘what the fuck is going on with you?’

I shrugged, causing his lips to tip up in a smile.

He opened the Jolly Rancher and handed it to me, and I took it.

Should I put it in my mouth?

I was on a diet. I’d not had anything sweet in well over two weeks.

I should. I definitely should.

Popping it into my mouth, I lifted my own brows, causing his eyes to smile.

Without another word, he turned and walked back toward his desk where he took a seat, propped his feet up onto the corner and closed his eyes.

I watched him for a few long seconds before I went back to my test…this time not nearly as freaked out as I’d been a few minutes ago.





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“You passed.”

My body jolted.