Just Dream (Legion of Guardians Book 4) Read online

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Extraction: Chapter 1 - The Plan

  Copyright

  Also by Xyla Turner

  Acknowledgments

  Moving On

  Laundry Day

  Trying to Keep House

  I Hear You

  She’s Mine

  Voodoo?

  Watching Us

  Birthday Girl

  Not Sorry

  I Can, You Can’t

  Like a Ninja

  Not Over

  About the Author

  XYLA’S CONTACT INFORMATION

  Just Dream

  Xyla Turner

  AZINA MEDIA PUBLICATIONS

  Contents

  Copyright

  Also by Xyla Turner

  Acknowledgments

  Prologue

  1. Moving On

  2. Laundry Day

  3. Trying to Keep House

  4. I Hear You

  5. She’s Mine

  6. Voodoo?

  7. Watching Us

  8. Birthday Girl

  9. Not Sorry

  10. I Can, You Can’t

  11. Like a Ninja

  12. Not Over

  Extraction: Chapter 1 - The Plan

  About the Author

  Also by Xyla Turner

  XYLA’S CONTACT INFORMATION

  AZINA MEDIA PUBLICATIONS

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  Acknowledgments

  To my mom, my biggest cheerleader, advocate and support. Love you always!

  My friends, co-workers, supporters, and fellow authors!

  To the fans of the Guardian’s Series!

  Xyla World, this couldn’t happen without you.

  Shatisha Nash, my friend and confidant.

  Gayla Leath, my editor.

  To my sister, thank you for your support.

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  You are My Everything

  Prologue

  Bear

  I knifed up in bed as sweat droplets trickled down my face, chest and back, and my breathing labored all because of one dream. Well, it wasn’t just a dream, it was the same recurring dream of an actual event.

  Razor, Bronx, and I rode to RIGOR, Bronx’s gym, after having a heavy discussion about women and all the bullshit they sent us through when they get their hooks in us. We’d just decided Apollo would dump the nurse and get with Lori. I should have put my wager on that bet because that’s exactly what happened. It’s their story to tell but no matter what happened in the past, Lori belonged to him, through and through.

  We entered the front area of the gym and saw Dessy talking to some dickhead wearing leather pants, a white t-shirt, and he had the dirty nerve to have his hand wrapped her waist.

  A growl erupted from me and I could feel my brothers go on red-alert because this shit would not end well. It was a goddamn shame because Dessy wasn’t mine, but fuck if she didn’t feel like she belonged to me.

  "You got business here?" Bronx asked the guy.

  "You are?" The leather turd stood taller but his hand was still on Dessy, who quickly jumped between Bronx and her friend.

  "Hey, Bronx. This is, uh, Jeb, the guy Haz set up with the Vipers. He was on the run, and he found me when he realized that no one was looking for him."

  After hearing that tidbit, I took the opportunity to walk away, but Dessy ripped away from Jeb and called after me, "Bear, wait."

  I kept walking, but she got in front of me. Razor started to ask the guy some questions, but I could feel Bronx near us.

  "Fuck do you want?" I huffed.

  "Wait, what happened? I thought we were supposed to be setting up dinner. You never called me and you won't return my calls." Dessy looked up at me like I could give her everything she ever wanted.

  I couldn’t and she needed to know that. Just because Shay looked at Bronx, Kylie looked at Razor, and Lori looked at Apollo like that did not put me in that category. I didn’t have shit to offer a young girl like her.

  "Listen, girl. You got shit to handle." I jerked my thumb behind me, as she shook her head. "And so do I. Let's not cross this bridge, okay?"

  Her features darkened as her brows closed together, her lips thinned, and her small nose flared.

  "Okay, Bear. That's how you want it to be?" She moved out of my way and dramatically bent her body at the waist, then extended her arm for me to pass by her. "Go ahead. Just know I think you're scared. Not the sort of thing I expected from you, but...."

  The fuck?

  She let it hang out there and fuck if that didn't stop me right in my tracks.

  "Little girl, you ever heard about what happens to folks who poke bears?" I growled at her.

  "Don't see any bears 'round here?" She looked up and around the gym.

  I took a step toward her and then pointed in the direction of the guy wearing leather pants.

  "What's he to you?" I snarled.

  Dessy's nose lifted as she looked at me defiantly, then she took a step closer. "Why?"

  Yup, this was Shay's cousin and I told her before, sass would get her ass tanned.

  One side of my mouth lifted, then I shouted to Bronx without my gaze leaving Dessy, "Bronx, Dessy needs a break. Now!"

  Before he could respond I dipped, picked her up, and swung her over my shoulder like she was a rag doll.

  "Bear." She hit my back. "Put me down."

  When we turned the corner, I slapped Dessy’s ass hard. She needed to know I was not the fucking one.

  She didn't see any bears around and hadn’t answered my question.


  I would not stand for that shit; not from a sexy ass woman, not in front of my brothers or even behind closed doors.

  She needed to learn.

  We finally reached the laundry room which had a locking door. The machines were going and would mask the noise that would escape her sassy mouth. She would yell today.

  Guaranteed.

  I put her down on her feet, dropped my gym bag, and sat on the long wooden bench. She was in jean shorts, a purple tank top, and her hair was curly that day.

  My hand reached out, pulled her down on me so her stomach was across my thighs and her ass was up facing me.

  “You like to sass me?” I asked rhetorically. “You like to poke bears, huh? Don’t see any bears?”

  I smacked her ass hard.

  Her body jumped and she muffled a response.

  “Your young ass likes to fuck with me? Don't you?”

  Slap.

  “Think I won't deliver?”

  Slap.

  “Said I'm scared?”

  Slap.

  “You want big bear to make it all better, huh?”

  Slap.

  “I don't make shit better, little girl. I fuck things up.”

  Slap.

  “You need to know that.”

  Slap.

  “You don't want to fuck with me.”

  Slap.

  “In any way.”

  Slap.

  “You don't know what you’re asking.”

  Slap.

  I rubbed her ass, then grabbed the waistband of her shorts and pulled her up so she was standing.

  She wobbled a bit, but she remained standing.

  Fuck me!

  Her eyes were dilated, those luscious lips were slightly open indicating her arousal. I hadn't held back. Her ass had to be red and hurting but she stood there waiting for me to make the next move.

  Goddamn.

  “Go on,” I said and waved her away. “I've got shit to do. Just mind how you talk to me.”

  She looked down at my pants and kept her eyes there.

  When I looked down, I inhaled and never released my breath. My dick was hard as a fucking tree, laying on the side of my thigh, ready for takeoff.

  Holy fuck.

  As soon as I made the decision to stand, Dessy made the decision to drop to her knees.

  Shit.

  “Get up,” I snapped. “We’re not doing this. I told you. Make me a meal. We’re even.”

  “I can take care of you, Bear,” she said and lowered her head.

  I lifted it and said, “I'm not going there with you, so stop.”

  “Why?”

  “You don't question me, Dessy.”

  Her bottom lip poked out but she shuffled towards me.

  Why the fuck I took three steps back away from her, I couldn't say. Maybe it was to see what she was going to do or to really get away from her. But goddamn, if she didn’t do what I fucking loved.

  Dessy lowered her hands down on the concrete of the washing room, poked her ass higher and crawled toward me on all fours.

  This damn woman.

  My dick almost jumped into her mouth.

  My legs carried me further away but she kept crawling. She was so fucking sexy, I couldn't stand it. Especially on all fours, her ass cheeks moving in rhythm with her shoulder blades. I had no idea why that shit turned me on so fucking much. Maybe it was because of my animal instincts, but it had me unbuckling my belt, unzipping my pants so I could guide my big dick in her tiny mouth.

  The smile on her face sent a warming sensation near my chest. Nothing touched me there. I’d just turned forty-seven years old; some pussy, a beautiful body or a goddamn smile didn't touch me,

  until now.

  She finally reached me, rose so she was only on her knees and began to pull down my boxers.

  “Open up,” I growled.

  Those lips parted and I grabbed my dick and rubbed it over her burgundy-colored lipstick. The head had smudges of her shade on me. Then I put it inside of her anticipating, wet mouth.

  Mother fucker!

  Just as I thought, her mouth was hot and tiny compared to my thick dick. It looked fucking amazing.

  Dessy’s head started to bob on my cock and at first I let her. She felt so goddamn good. Her small moans and murmurings had me waiting to burst right in her mouth.

  “Fuck,” I hissed.

  Her curly hair started to blind my view so I grabbed it in a ponytail and let her continue. I wanted to see everything.

  Then Dessy put her hands behind her back and I almost came in her small mouth.

  She was submitting to me. The woman had been the entire time. She wanted me to take over, I knew but I also knew once I started I wouldn't be able to stop.

  Fuck, I knew I wouldn't.

  Gripping her hair tighter, I pushed into her willing mouth harder and deeper. My dick hit the back of her mouth until I felt her tongue attempt to push me out. I let her the first time, then I growled, “Relax your tongue.”

  She nodded and I pushed back in and held it there.

  God, she was fucking beautiful!

  I pulled out and started fucking her mouth. The wet noises, her moans and that tongue sliding against the underbelly of my dick was all it took. I moved faster and pulled out as I came all over my hand. Dessy looked disappointed, then she took her hand and put it under mine and began to lick my balls.

  I swear my knees threatened to buckle but I let her put each one in her little mouth as her tongue roamed over my hanging sac.

  Some of my cum landed on her cheek when it dropped from my finger and she simply wiped it off and massaged it between two fingers before she continued to lick my balls again.

  “Stand up,” I told her.

  She obeyed me and even though she was a head shorter than me, her neck was lifted and eyes on me as she waited for my next instruction.

  “I would get you off, but you've been naughty,” I told her. “I don't reward naughty girls.”

  She nodded.

  “However, bring food to cook to 653 Kissimmee Place tonight at five. Dinner needs to be ready by six and you cook in the nude. I'll think about getting you off. But understand, it's just a thought. You need to know, little girl, we probably won't have sex anytime soon, so if that's what you're looking for, I'm not the right one for you. I'm an old man and I don't live to fuck, okay? I'm not a machine and I won't take no fucking blue pills to keep up with a young girl’s libido. I'm set in my ways and that's not changing. So, if you think any of that will be a problem.” I pulled up my pants and zipped them back up. “Then, I'm not the one. I don't play games and I don't like them or think they're cute. So, find someone who will play those with you girl, if that's what you want.”

  “No,” she said.

  “You sure?” I asked. “Really think about that shit before you cross my threshold. Won't make me any difference if you show or not. I just need you to be sure this is what you want.”

  Her lips poked out right before she said, “I want you Bear.”

  Fuck.

  “Why?” I asked. “All the fucking guys around here. Why the fuck you singling me out for?”

  “I like Bears,” she purred. “They're big everywhere and they know things about the forest others don't pay attention to. They take their time and are never in a hurry. And no matter where they are, they remain who they are. Bears. They never adapt to their surroundings. I like that.”

  My entire body was heated with red hot molten lava. Who was she? Where did she come from? Who sent her?

  Instead of asking her anything, I simply walked out and left her standing there.

  What in the actual fuck?

  That night, I had changed my mind about her coming over but instead of calling her I simply didn't come home until eleven and I was pissy drunk. Actually, Sheryl brought me home because I couldn't stay on my bike.

  “Bear, you never get like this,” she said as she pulled up to my house. “What gives?”

&
nbsp; “Got shit on my mind.” I staggered out the car.

  Sheryl was one of Pepper’s regulars. Her old man died a few years ago, and sometimes when she wanted to get off, she'd come out and start recruiting for her next victim. We never did anything besides her sucking my dick one drunken night, but she was too loose for me to fuck. I told her as much and she agreed. That's what you got with older women. Fucking truth. No games and no imaginary expectations. She fucked when she wanted and chose when she didn’t. Said what was on her mind and let shit roll off her back like a duck. Not easily offended and knew what a man needed.

  Her arm wrapped around my back as I almost fell, and I wrapped my arm around her shoulders to keep standing.

  “Fucking, Bear,” she exclaimed. “Got to get you tucked in bed. Maybe even a little head to help you nod off.” She laughed.

  Before I could respond, footsteps could be heard from someone on my porch. When we looked up, we saw Dessy, who looked like she’d just lost her best friend. Her eyes were low and the corners of her mouth turned down. But despite all of that, she said, “I can help you with him.”

  What the fuck?

  “What are you doing here?” I asked with no slur.

  “We had a dinner date, remember. I was to come with food to cook at five, have it ready by six and cook in the nude.” She descended the steps. “So, if you don't mind, I'd rather get these groceries inside the refrigerator and you in bed to sleep this off then be on my way.”

  She wrapped her arm around my back and helped me up the stairs. Dessy grabbed the keys out of my pocket, opened the door and they carried me in. When I managed to make it to the couch, Dessy went back outside to get the groceries.

  Sheryl whispered, “So this was the thing on your mind?”

  My eyes rolled around toward her.

  “What the fuck, Bear? She looks awfully young. You getting soft on me too?”

  “Fuck off, Sheryl,” I snapped.

  “Okay, but do you think she's up for a little ménage. You'll be passed out in a few, but a woman added to my notch would be perfect.”