TWELVE
Bambi didn’t know how to react except to respond. Taco’s aggression was unexpected, overpowering, and all-consuming. For a fleeting moment, she was taken off guard, and then Bambi latched onto him and kissed him back with the same frantic energy.
Backing her into the house, she was only somewhat aware that he kicked the door closed behind them, too caught up in the feel of his mouth and body on hers.
It’d been so long. Too damn long. She’d never stopped wanting him, and now that she had him, it was like an unquenchable thirst. She had to have more, had to have all of him.
He walked her to the couch, tumbling down on top of her, their lips never leaving one another. His tongue filled her mouth, warring with hers. She sensed all of his emotions in that kiss: excitement, desperation, desire mixed with need, and even a little anger. She understood it all too well. She’d given him plenty of reason to be mad at her, but she didn’t understand why he was here now, kissing and touching her as if he couldn’t get enough, would die without more.
Curtis’s hand was up her shirt, cupping and massaging her breast, causing both of them to release moans—hers of pleasure, his of appreciation.
“They’re so fucking big,” he said against her mouth. He squeezed, and Bambi felt wetness. “Oh shit, I think I broke it.”
Bambi’s lips split into a grin, and, lifting his head, she met Curtis’s honeyed eyes, so full of passion and desire and heat that she instantly felt inflamed. He was smiling too, and it made her heart swell as her stomach flipped.
He was still holding her breast in his palm, his rock hard erection pressed tight against her clit, when he said, “Tell me to stop. Tell me you don’t want me.”
Her brows pulling together, Bambi struggled to understand his request. “I-I can’t.” To say that would be a lie, which was why she’d left without a word. She never would have otherwise.
His features hardened, a fierceness she didn’t fully understand overcoming him. “What you did…” He closed his eyes, breathing deep as he visibly gathered strength before continuing. “I forgive you. Of course I do, but I won’t forget, dollface.”
“I understand,” she replied softly, her heart aching with remorse. Here with him now, under him, feeling his power over her again, she wished she could take it all back, get a redo somehow. She’d tell him everything, right from the start. They would have decided what to do next together.
Or maybe she was just living in a fantasy world. Sometimes, her heart didn’t listen to what her mind already knew to be true. Curtis was a brother, and his history wasn’t sparkling clean. He had been in and out of trouble his whole life, according to him. He ran from commitment and responsibility, with the only exception being the club.
And Bambi dreamed of a Disney happily-ever-after.
But she knew the harsh realities of life. The FBI had given her plenty of insight, especially when it put her on assignment with the Spartans. She’d witnessed the good, the bad, and the ugly of club life, and she’d gotten close enough to the flame to get burned. She should know better by now not to put her heart on the line, but it was already too late for that.
Hips flexing involuntarily—or maybe completely on purpose—Curtis didn’t even try to hold back his pained moan. “I want to fuck you so goddamn hard.”
“Then do it,” Bambi urged, surprised at herself for encouraging him when there was no way this could end well. They had so much water under the bridge, broken trust being among the biggest of their problems. But she wanted him. God help her, she wanted him so bad. It was as if all of those nights she’d tossed and turned, dreaming of this moment had finally come true. How could she turn him away now, when it was within her grasp?
“I don’t think you understand,” he said darkly. “I want to ram my cock in you so hard, you see stars. I want you to scream in pleasure and in pain. I want to hurt you, dollface, just like you hurt me.” He squeezed her breast again, releasing a warm rush of milk that soaked her his hand and her shirt. “I want to see your pretty face stained with tears while you beg for more.”
Yes! God yes, she wanted it. She wanted his rough hands on her body, his harsh words in her ears. She wanted this man and all his brutality. She welcomed the punishment, needed it.
“Is that what you want? Because if it’s not, say so now and I’ll walk back out that door.”
Her eyes widened in panic, remembering when he’d left early and how much that had hurt. She didn’t want that to happen ever again. “What about Beau?” Would he really just leave his son behind like that, just walk out of his life and never look back?
“Beau has me. No matter what, now that I know he exists and that he’s mine, I’m always going to be around. You just have to tell me how you want it to be.”
She didn’t fully understand his meaning, but Bambi took it to mean that whatever happened next was entirely up to her. He was resting their future in her hands. Because she’d done such a great job of handling it so far, she thought sarcastically.
Instead of dwelling on past, though, Bambi recognized the opportunity he was giving her to start fresh, to put it all behind them and move forward.
“I want it. I want you,” she told him, her voice coming out steadier and stronger than she could have expected.
“Are you sure?” he asked, giving her one last chance to back out.
“I’m sure. I’ve never been more sure.” Reaching up, Bambi touched the side of his face, the coarse hair lining his jaw scratching her skin like sandpaper. “I’ve missed you so much,” she told him, holding onto her emotions with a death grip, determined not to let them get the better of her. “I’m so sorry for everything. Please stay.”
The best thing about Curtis, she’d found, was that for as badass as he was in the biker world, he was just as soft and freely giving of himself in hers. She had the sense that he showed her things about himself that he wouldn’t dare give to anyone else, things she suspected he’d only ever given to her.
Now, in this moment, he was looking down at her with the kind of softness she remembered all those nights ago in her old apartment when they used to steal moments together in secret. He’d risked so much to be with her then, just as he must be doing now.
He still wanted her, and even though she didn’t fully understand why, she wasn’t going to question it—not right now. This was a moment she wasn’t going to give up or overthink about. She wanted him, plain and simple, and she was going to take him anyway she could have him. Everything else they could figure out later.
Curtis seemed to be thinking the same thing as he sat back and tore her clothes off. Bambi was mildly self-conscious of her new body as he revealed her to himself, but the greed she witnessed in his eyes as he soaked in her rounded hips and softer curves alleviated any worries she had.
He liked her just the way she was. And his cock, leaping from his jeans as if it were spring loaded as he popped the button and pulled the zipper down, seemed to agree.
Fitting himself against her entrance, he stroked his cock, rubbing the head through her juices. “You did a bad thing, dollface. You disrespected me, and now I’m going to disrespect the fuck out of this pussy.”
He slammed into her without preamble, wrenching a scream of pleasure from Bambi’s throat. Arching beneath him, she braced herself for the onslaught of sensations as he pistoned his hips between her thighs, impaling her on his thick cock, hitting her cervix with each deep, powerful thrust.
In that moment, she was a slave to his every whim, willing to do anything and everything with a simple command. For what seemed like forever but lasted not nearly long enough, Curtis owned her, snatching her up and maneuvering her however he wanted. He took her on her back first, then pile drove her before flipping her onto her knees and taking her from behind. He fingered her clit, making her orgasm too many times to count, then stretched her aching pussy with his fingers while simultaneously fucking her. Even her breasts were not except from his merciless attentions. Sucking, squeezing, fucking, they took every bit of the same abuse her pussy did, and by the time he was through with her, Bambi was a boneless heap, completely wrung out.
Pinching her jaw between his thumb and fingers, Curtis kissed her hard, bruising her lips one final time before leaving her collapsed on the couch. When he returned, he tossed a warm, wet cloth onto her chest and said, “Clean up, dollface.”
Unsure what to think of his brisk delivery, Bambi began wiping herself down, starting with the dried milk coating her torso then lower, cleaning the mess he’d left between her legs.
Curtis was in the bathroom, having left the door open, giving her a view of him in the mirror over the sink. He didn’t look as happy as one might expect after such an explosive reunion. He dressed himself then turned on the water, bending down to splash some on his face. Bambi dressed too, now hyper aware of the tension filling the room.
She didn’t know what happened, but he was upset, and she didn’t know how to fix it. She wanted to go to him, ask him what she could do, but before she could, Beau let out a wail from the bedroom.
It was time for his nightly feeding, and her breasts, as tender as they now were, responded. “Dammit,” Bambi complained to no one in particular as she felt two fresh wet spots form on her shirt.
Emerging from the bathroom, Curtis took one look at her and smirked. “Go change while I get him.”
His delivery caught Bambi off guard, leaving her even more confused. He’d gone from being distant and contemplative to lighthearted and helpful. And considering the way he’d handled Beau initially, as if he were a bomb ready to detonate in his hands, she was even more surprised that he would volunteer to retrieve him.
But he did. Without another word or a moment’s hesitation, Curtis opened the bedroom door and went inside. The demanding screams were louder now, and Bambi rushed to the laundry room to grab a fresh T-shirt, knowing that there was no way in hell her boy would stop wailing until he got what he wanted. Grabbing the first thing she saw on top of the pile of clean but as yet folded laundry, she was ripping the shirt over her head when she realized the house had gone completely still.
Coming to a standstill, Bambi strained to listen, but her ears couldn’t detect any sound. Fearing the worst, despite the probability that nothing was wrong, she hurried back, practically skidding into the bedroom.
But the scene that was presented to her wasn’t at all what she’d expected. Standing beside the bassinette with his back to her, Curtis held Beau to his chest, on hand supporting his bottom and the other to the back of his round head. He spoke softly, his words getting lost in the air, but whatever he was telling him, it was working.
For the first time, Bambi wasn’t the only one in Beau’s world with the ability to soothe his temperamental little heart.