She turns to look at me as we narrowly miss plowing into a nice family of four.
“Now, am I going to have to pretend to not be nosy or are you going to tell me what happened with Julie?”
I shake my head as my hands tighten onto the seat corners. “Why else would she be here? To screw everything up like she—oh my God watch out!—like she always does,” I finish weakly as she almost rear-ends a stopped car. She goes around it instead, into oncoming traffic, and rounds the next corner at the same speed.
“I can figure that much on my own, Bear. I must admit that I had the darnedest time leaving you boys alone with her last night. I thought it would be okay because you had that Oliver with you. He’s even bigger than my Joseph was, God love him.”
At the mention of his name, I forget that we are traveling sixty miles an hour through residential streets. Sadness takes fear’s place.
“Bear? Honey? Did I say something wrong? That look on your face is breaking my heart.”
I shake my head.
“It wouldn’t have anything to do with the way he had you pressed against the wall outside my door last night eating your face, would it?”
Oh shit. My face snaps to hers, and even though I want to beg her to watch the road, I see there’s no hatred or disgust in her eyes. T
here’s only love and it’s directed at me.
“You weren’t supposed to see that,” I mutter.
“I didn’t see too much,” she assures me. “I heard a bang from outside and looked out my window and saw you two.” She reaches over and pats my lap. “I must say, though, I never thought I would live to see the day when a Bear got mauled.” She chuckles quietly. I smile weakly and think about how black his eyes had been, how my breath had gotten caught in my throat as I felt his hands upon me, my back pressed against the apartment wall. How his breath had become my own, and how I had just wanted to spit and hiss and rut right there. “I love you,” he’d said.
I know. I think I’ve always known.
I shouldn’t be thinking of these things. I can’t be thinking of—
(Oh God)
For a moment, I am gone, traveling back days and weeks. I rewind past the earthquake, past the ocean, past the ugliness that was my cowardice, past her. I am with him.
He grins up at me from his spot between my legs, his chest pressing against my cock as he rests his head in one hand and draws meaningless shapes on my stomach with the other. His long legs stretch out and dangle off the edge of the bed.
“Okay, what did I say that time?” he asks.
I shrug. “I don’t know. How the hell am I supposed to know what you’re spelling. This is stupid.”
He rolls his eyes. “It’s not stupid. You’re stupid. Guess.” He starts the shapes again.
I close my eyes, trying to focus on the movement of his finger. He goes slower, and again, I have no idea what he’s trying to say. The nerves in my skin tingle as he ghosts his way around and around. His big hands are like fire. I grunt softly and arch, trying to relieve the pressure that is building in my loins. I hear him chuckle softly, and he presses his chest downward.
“What did I say that time?” he whispers as he grinds his chest against me. So unfair.
“You better have been saying how you want my dick in your mouth, or I am going to kick you in the balls,” I pant.
“Nope. Let’s try it a different way.”
He uses his tongue this time. I forget how to spell.
I
go back
further and it’s two
It’s two days before the dirty spelling bee. I am at work, and the phone rings. Even before I pick it up, I know it’s him.
“Hey,” he says excitedly. “I totally forgot to tell you today! I didn’t buy the dolphin-safe tuna.”