Beard Read online

  She hesitated a moment taking a sip of her drink. When she set it down she looked directly at me.

  “I’m divorced with a wild four year old. I teach third grade and that’s all there is to tell.”

  “How does Mia dad feel about you moving?”

  “Mia’s dad could care less. He served me divorce papers a few weeks after I had Mia and signed over all his parental rights.”

  “Fuck Regan, I’m sorry.”

  “Now you know. I don’t know if you’ve realized but I don’t date. I don’t know why I said yes to this one but I want to be upfront with you and tell you nothing will happen. I can handle myself but I would never put my daughter in a position to get her heart broken.”

  The emotions running through me were chaotic. I wanted to punch something thinking about the shit Regan had gone through. I also never felt closer to another human being.

  I cleared my throat and leaned on the table.

  “If we’re being honest with one another than you should know you are the first woman I’ve taken on a date in about twenty years. I was married once. Fresh out of high school right before I left for boot camp. Things were good until we tried to start a family. We tried for a couple years and eventually found out I could never have kids. The day we found out my wife left me. Told me she couldn’t be with someone who wasn’t a whole man.”

  I watched the emotions behind Regan’s gaze. I felt exposed but most of all I felt I had found another person who could relate to me.

  Regan had thick walls she had constructed. I could feel it in every word she spoke. I wanted to be able to break down those walls.

  “I’ll be right back,” she said getting up from the table and heading for the restrooms.

  My heart was stuck in my throat as I watched her walk away.

  Chapter 7

  Regan

  I quickly retreated to the restrooms after Beard had shared his past with me. I was shaking by the time I locked myself in a stall. Beard was making it hard to push him away. For the first time I felt I had found someone else who had experienced the same pain as myself.

  I took a few steadying breaths trying to calm my nerves. Could I do this? Could I act on my emotions and open up to someone. I gathered myself and went back to the table.

  “You okay?” Beard asked.

  “I think so,” I replied honestly.

  Our food arrived and we both settled into to a comfortable silence while we ate.

  “I want you to know I don’t know how to do this?” I confessed.

  “Do what?” Beard asked.

  “Date.”

  “Guess that makes two of us,” he smiled. “How about we finish eating and then go for a ride?”

  “I’d like that.”

  I had been so nervous climbing on the back of Beard’s bike earlier but a few miles down the road and I saw why he loved it. I felt calm and free. I didn’t know if it was my brain having to concentrate on one thing or if it was having my arms wrapped around the sexy man in front of me.

  We finished dinner and headed back towards town. Before we reached the outskirts Beard turned off so we could get a view of the valley and town below.

  “I figured since your new here you might want to see it from a different angle.”

  “It’s always nice to get a different perspective on things,” I said quietly.

  Beard helped me off his bike and I wandered towards the edge of the overlook.

  “If you look closely you can see the street you live on,” he said from behind me pointing to the left.

  He was close enough I could feel his heat at my back but he wasn’t touching me. Beard must have read my mind because he took a step forward and wrapped his arms around my waist to pull me flush against him. The contact had tears pricking my eyes.

  This was the first intimate touch from someone who wasn’t my daughter I had felt in four years. I had felt exhilarated earlier when I had been touching Beard but with the tables turned it was overwhelming. I had to bite my lip to keep from whimpering in pleasure.

  “Relax,” Beard whispered in my ear. “I’m not going to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

  I relaxed into him absorbing his heat and quietly inhaling his delicious scent.

  “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

  “I’m thinking I’ve gone from swearing I would only go out with you once to hoping you’ll ask me again,” I said without thinking.

  Damn there it went again. My brain thinking one thing and the opposite coming out of my mouth. I may be rusty when it came to dating but I knew it still helped to maintain a little mystery.

  “What made you change your mind?”

  “You.”

  “And how did I do that? My charming personality or my sexy body?” He joked.

  “Sharing your past.”

  I turned in his arms to look at his face.

  “I feel like you understand the pain I’ve endured when it comes to your life being ripped out from under you.”

  “Seems we both have people in our past who didn’t deserve us or appreciate us. What do you say we try this dating thing? You’re in charge, I want you to feel comfortable and never worry Mia might get hurt. But let me tell you this. Once you’re a part of the Alpha Pack family your always family. Even if this doesn’t work out between us, Mia will always have people who will look out for her. Same goes for you.”

  Beard may not be a part of a club like I had seen on TV but I knew there was truth to some of it. From what I could read between the lines with him an MC was a close knit group of men and women that didn’t offer their protection to just anyone. You had to mean something and in the few days I had known Beard I had come to mean something to him.

  I could feel my heart fluttering in my chest and my stomach flip flopped.

  “Hey don’t retreat on me,” Beard said lifting my chin to look into his eyes.

  “I won’t,” I stammered.

  I was quickly beginning to realize my heart was speaking for me. As hard as I tried to be practical about falling into a relationship the protests and arguments to walk away were staying firmly in my head as thoughts.

  “Let’s head back. We can let Grace get home and maybe you’ll let me stay and have some dessert.”

  My face must have gone beet red.

  “Get your mind out of the gutter. I do mean dessert. You’ve got everything to make sundaes,” he grinned.

  “Right. I knew that’s what you were talking about.”

  Chapter 8

  Regan

  “Everything go alright?” I asked Grace when I got home.

  “It was great. She went right to sleep for me. We read a few books and I put on some music and she was asleep in about five minutes. She is a sweetheart.”

  “Wow I may have you come over and do bedtime every night,” I quietly laughed.

  “Any time you need help let me know. I’m sure Angie, Drill’s old lady would be happy to help too. I’ll let you two finish your evening,” Grace smiled and slipped out the front door.

  She was already down the steps when I realized I hadn’t paid her.

  “Wait. I didn’t pay you,” I called out.

  “Don’t even think about it,” Grace said with a wave of her hand.

  “No I insist.”

  “You can’t pay a volunteer,” Grace smiled and hurried to her car.

  “I told you we take care of the ones we call family.”

  “That’s ridiculous,” I said throwing my hands up. “How can you call us family after a few days?”

  Beard shrugged.

  I was annoyed. How could someone I had just met know they would be there for me no matter what?

  I stormed past Beard and into the house.

  “Look I get it,” he said following behind me into the kitchen. Strange guy you’ve just met. People you don’t know saying they’ve got your back. I get you don’t trust it. But know I will be here for as long as it takes for you to understand I am not the type
of man who gives up. I stand by what is mine.”

  “But.”

  “No but,” he interrupted me. “Let’s have a seat and eat that ice cream. I need something sweet in my mouth.”

  Fuck. Was that meant to be dirty or was he really just talking about ice cream. The thought of his mouth on me caused a shiver to run through my whole body.

  Beard wasn’t the type of man I had dated in the past. My ex-husband had been very vanilla compared to the person standing in my kitchen. Always clean shaven, hair cropped short, khakis and polo shirts. I don’t think he had ever made a comment that could be considered dirty.

  “You okay Regan? You spaced out on me for a sec.”

  “Right. Ice cream.”

  I busied myself pulling out all the things we had used the night before.

  “You were just talking about ice cream before, right?” I asked reaching into the fridge for the chocolate sauce.

  “Was I?”

  My body was screaming take me, my brain was yelling hold up, and my heart was leaning more towards my body telling me to go for it.

  “Let’s make these then go out back and eat,” I suggested. “Someone furnished the house with a few nice chairs I haven’t used yet.”

  The internal conversation I was having with myself while we made our sundaes was chaotic. By the time I was finished and walking out side though I had decided I was going to take charge and go for it. Beard had told me I was in charge and in charge was what I would be.

  We ate our ice cream in silence. I was working up the courage to move over and plant myself in his lap.

  “You’re awful quiet over there. What’s going on in that head of yours?”

  I placed my empty bowl on the small table between our chairs.

  “This,” I said and straddled his lap.

  Beard set his bowl down and cupped my ass pulling me flush against him.

  “You’re already so hard,” I whispered on his lips.

  “I’ve been hard all night baby.”

  I leaned in that last inch and brushed my lips to his. My tongue darted out and swept along his bottom lip tasting the last remnants of sweetness he had just eaten. I knew my exploring was teasing but he didn’t take over.

  “Kiss me,” I said against his parted lips.

  Beard needed no further invitation. His hand clasped the back of my neck pulling me even closer and he devoured me. I heard myself whimper. This kiss was raw and desperate. It was like two people who had been stranded without water in the dessert. The kiss kept building and building until I had to pull away and catch my breath.

  “What do you want?” Beard asked.

  “I don’t want anything.”

  I slowly ran my hands down his chest. My body slid off his lap and I knelt in front of him.

  “Regan you don’t need to do this.”

  “But I want to.”

  I undid the button on his jeans and slowly slid the zipper down watching his face the entire time. I felt powerful and in control for the first time being with a man.

  I was pleasantly surprised to find him going commando. I stroked his cock with my hand a few times and he let out a deep moan.

  I licked the tip and he clutched the arms of the chair as his cock twitched in front of me.

  I circled the base of his cock with my hand and slid him into my mouth.

  “Fuck,” he moaned.

  I took my time, slowly sliding back up and then running my tongue along the underside of his hard silky length. I flicked my tongue over his tip again and he swore.

  “You’re gonna have me coming like this is my first time baby,” Beard groaned as I slipped his cock in and out of my mouth.

  I hummed my appreciation to his words and his hips jerked up. Hollowing my cheeks I pulled off of him with a pop.

  “You like what I’m doing?”

  “Oh fuck baby I love what you’re doing.”

  I smiled as I took him back into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock before taking as much of his massive length as I could.

  I savored the power. A few more strokes and I could feel his strong thighs tense beneath my hands.

  “Regan you need to stop or I’m going to come in your mouth.”

  That’s exactly what I wanted. I moved up and down his shaft a little faster and was reward with the taste of his seed on my tongue. A few more licks and I looked up at him.

  Beard leaned down and captured my lips with a muttered curse.

  “How about I take you inside and make you feel as good as you’ve made me,” he suggested.

  I nodded my head in agreement as he lifted me into his arms and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

  If I was going to do this I might as well do it all the way.

  Chapter 9

  Beard

  I had a fucking goddess in my arms. Regan was like this bright light that never faded when I looked at her. I wanted to know everything about her body, mind, and soul.

  I silently walked through the house with her wrapped around me. Laying her down on the bed I stepped back and admired her beauty.

  “You are so fucking sexy.”

  “No I’m not,” she said looking away.

  “Yes you are,” I growled feeling a surge of annoyance for whoever made her feel like she wasn’t beautiful.

  I pulled her closer to the edge of the bed and slowly unbuttoned her jeans. She lifted her hips when I began to slide them off her. I was greeted by a pair of hot pink panties.

  “Well, well what do we have here?” I said hooking my fingers and pulling them down her luscious legs. I shoved the strip of cloth in my back pocket. She may or may not get them back.

  “Hey,” she protested. “I like those.”

  “I’ll buy you a new pair,” I replied and bent to kiss her exposed hip.

  Regan quickly gave up protesting.

  I took my time kissing every inch of exposed flesh. Savoring the sweet smell of her and the smooth silk of her skin. I hadn’t even touched her pussy yet but I could see she was already aroused and ready for me. Dropping to my knees I licked my way to her center. I looked up to watch her face and then swept my tongue through her dripping cleft. Regan almost cried out but flung her hand over her mouth at the last second. What I wouldn’t give to hear those screams of pleasure.

  I teased her, licking and nipping at her sensitive flesh.

  “Please,” she finally begged with a huskiness that had me growing hard again

  I rewarded her and flicked my tongue back and forth over her clit.

  “Fudge,” she moaned.

  I chuckled at the PG version of her swearing. Regan pressed her hips towards me and I took one more long lick and then sucked her clit between my lips. It was enough to start her over the edge. Her legs began to quake. I flicked my tongue over her as I slipped my finger into her pussy to play with her g-spot. Regan fell apart with only a few strokes.

  “Yes,” she screamed out into the pillow she had flung over her face.

  I licked once more and then kissed my way up her exposed stomach. I kept my finger buried in her playing with her to prolong her orgasm. I captured her mouth in mine to swallow the moans of pleasure rolling through her.

  Regan finally came down from her orgasm and went limp in my arms. I pulled my lips from her and grinned.

  “I’ve never orgasmed that fast or hard,” she said drowsily.

  “You better get used to it,” I said moving her up the bed to lay on the pillows.

  We settled and I pulled her snug against my chest. It was the most relaxed I had felt in a long time.

  I woke up in an empty bed and quickly looked around to see if Regan was still in the room. A loud clap of thunder sounded close by and I realized what had awoken me. Not finding her I slipped out of the bed. Regan wasn’t in the living room or kitchen. I finally peaked into Mia’s room and found the pair asleep in Mia’s bed. The two were curled around one another and Regan had a hand over Mia’s ear. There was a spare blanket a
t the foot of the bed and I slid it over Regan.

  I could have sat and watched them for the rest of the night.

  “I’ll call you in the morning,” I whispered in her ear.

  We hadn’t talked about me spending the night. It would easier to take a five minute ride in the rain than have a four year old fire a million questions at us before coffee.

  I may not have my own kids but I wasn’t clueless when it came to how they thought. I had seen far too many random men sitting at the breakfast table when I was a kid.

  It was still early enough the bar would be open for another hour.

  The place was nearly empty when I waked through the back door. A few guys from the club were the only ones still sitting around drinking.

  “I thought we wouldn’t see you until tomorrow,” Tank joked when I sat down next to him.

  “Remember Regan’s got a kid.”

  “Ahh that’s right.”

  Tank was new to the club but not new to town. He’d been in the military until about a year ago. I didn’t question his solo drinking. I knew he occasionally had an issue with insomnia. Hell I had problems myself.

  “You gonna go out with her again?”

  “I’m gonna hold onto her as long as I can,” I confessed.

  “You’re gonna leave me the lone single guy aren’t you?” Tank laughed.

  “What about those fuckers?’ I asked pointing a thumb to the group of guys behind me.

  “We both know none of those guys are gonna settle down. They’re all over fifty and either never been married or divorced.”

  He was right.

  “We might want to think about getting some young blood in here,” I finally said.

  “You think,” Tank smiled.

  I finished off my beer and headed to my office in the back. I need to get some work done. I had been too hyped up early today to sit down so had spent most of the afternoon riding around to my different properties to check on things.

  Fuck I was screwed I thought settling at my desk. I had fallen for a woman after two days. I wasn’t even sure if Regan would open up enough to give us a chance.