Beard Mode (The Dixie Warden Rejects MC #1)

by Lani Lynn Vale

Milk is good for your teeth. So is minding your own goddamned business. -Note to self

I didn’t normally sleep fully clothed, but I had a feeling I needed all the layers of protection I could get when it came to this woman, especially when she kicked her pants out of the hole at her feet only moments later. The belt clinked loudly on the floor with a resounding crack, and I had a premonition of things to come. Things that I wasn’t quite sure I was ready for. But did that stop me from getting into bed with the woman? Hell no. Did that stop me from yanking the blankets out from around her and covering my feet with them? Again, hell no. So I got what I asked for. I only wished I thought about the repercussions of what could happen in that bed beforehand. Had I, I would’ve definitely had condoms at the bedside. Because, apparently, in the throes of passion, neither one of our brains worked properly. Imagine that.