Bear was waiting outside my hotel room when I got back. I sent Bear a confused look and opened the door, beckoning him in. I’d returned because I’d spilt a drink on my skirt and planned to meet my sisters at Hellfire later. Kelly was already there, waiting.
“What do you want?” I asked Bear, dropping bags on the floor. Bear didn’t answer but stalked towards me. Slowly, I backed away, aroused and confused by the expression on Bear’s face. Bear grabbed my arms and lifted me off my feet and cradled me close to his chest, and continued stalking towards the bedroom. Bear kicked the door shut, strode to the bed in fast strides, and gently placed me on the bed. His mouth dipped and touched mine gently, seeking compliance. My hands wove themselves around his neck as Bear deepened the kiss.
“Want you,” Bear said, breaking off the kiss. “Not a quickie either.” Bear nuzzled my throat, making me moan before pulling my blouse down and kissing the hollows in my collar bones. My hands slid down to Bear’s chest and splayed out, tracing tense muscles. Bear ripped my blouse open, eyes greedily taking in my breasts in the push-up bra. Bear’s head dipped to kiss the globes of my breasts. I shuddered under Bear’s gentle touch and slid my hands through his hair, freeing it from the hair tie. It fell like a silken sheen across Bear’s shoulders and face as he removed one breast from its cup. My back arched as Bear took my nipple into his mouth, the heat pebbling the skin.
“Bear.”
“No more fucking around, Thalia,” Bear muttered and took my bra in his hands and shredded it. That was so hot. My breasts freed; Bear palmed them roughly. Bear’s mouth caught and teased my nipples, and I shoved Bear backwards and pulled at his own tee. Bear ripped it off with one hand as my eyes fell upon Ellie’s tattoo.
A cross lay just above his heart with Ellie’s name scrolled in it. Roses wound their way down the cross with thorns dripping blood. Underneath were two words, Never Forget. It was simple and beautiful. I rose up and kissed the tattoo, and my mouth moved to caress his chest. I responded in kind as I licked Bear’s nipples and made my way up his throat to land a deep kiss on his mouth.
Bear allowed me to touch him all over, my fingers tracing sensitive skin around his nipples and happy trail. Bear let me undo his belt but shoved me back on the bed as he ripped my skirt from the waist down. He pulled the shreds off of me and tore my panties from me. Bear gazed at my naked body with my glistening curls and twitching legs. With a deep growl, Bear lowered himself and began kissing me from head to waist. Long, wet licks of his tongue drove me wild, and my legs clenched together, needing release. The man was driving me crazy with his slow route to fucking me.
“Bear,” I cried hoarsely as his head dipped below my waist and his tongue licked my clit. Bear grunted in happiness as he licked my pussy. My legs clenched either side of Bear’s shoulders as a finger slipped inside me to be joined by a second. My hips moved of their own violation as my head hit the pillow, and I arched to meet Bear’s greedy mouth. Desire raced through my veins, burning through me with its heat. Bear grunted as he slipped a finger into my ass, and I exploded, screaming my release. He grabbed my legs and moved them apart even as shudders shook my frame.
Bear tore his jeans off, and his cock met my eyes. My hands automatically reached for it, wanting to punish Bear as he’d teased me. His hands knocked mine aside, and Bear lifted my legs over his shoulders, and a hand settled under my ass. Tilting my hips, Bear slid in and pulled out. My juices soaked his dick in mere moments. Bear’s face became a rictus of control, he wanted to pound into me, but Bear was controlling our every move.
Bear’s cock thrust again, and a finger slipped to my nub and tweaked it. I gasped as Bear began moving faster, but he wasn’t giving me what I wanted. My hand moved, and I cupped Bear’s balls and squeezed, and Bear let out a growl. My feet dug into Bear’s back as he began moving faster, but still not fast enough.
“Will you fuck me?” I cried, needing Bear’s heavy cock hammering me. With a grunt, Bear let rip and deliciously began pounding my ache. My nails dug into his arms as Bear let the full force of his desire go, and our bodies reacted on instinct. Sweat made our bodies slick as Bear fucked me the way I desired. My release built again, and my nails scratched Bear as whimpers escaped. I couldn’t catch my breath, and I clenched around Bear’s cock as I came a second time, and moments later, Bear thrust so hard, I nearly came off the bed. A second hard thrust forced a third explosion, and Bear lazily milked our releases for every ounce of sensation.
I saw stars as I collapsed back on the bed. My legs felt like rubber, and I couldn’t bear to move. Bear rose to his feet, and I watched his bare, tight ass stroll into my adjoining bathroom, where he flushed the condom and strolled back. Without a word, Bear climbed into bed and curled me into his arms. Worn out, my eyes closed, and I allowed the man who held a gun to my head to cuddle me to sleep.
“Oh shit!” I exclaimed, sitting up, the bedsheets falling haphazardly. Bear blinked into the sunlight and yawned. I ignored how cute Bear looked as panic swept over me.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Bear rumbled, stretching in bed. Once again, I ignored his fit body and focused on the fact Bear was in bed with me and a quick glance informed me it was the next day.
“You’re still here,” I gasped, staring. Bear offered a sexy but cute smile as a hand rose to cup my hip.
“Yup.”
“You shouldn’t be here! Everyone will know we were together,” I said in horror. My tone finally registered with Bear, and he sat up, scowling.
“Is that a bad thing?” Bear asked with anger in his voice.
“Yes, we’re nothing more than fuck buddies. That’s what was agreed. Fuck buddies don’t spend the night together,” I said, scrambling to the side of the bed and yanking on a robe. That was better, nakedness hidden, I could concentrate.
“Thalia, think we passed that last night,” Bear grinned. His smile brought back memories of a frantic night spent between the sheets.
“No, we are fuck buddies,” I insisted, and Bear’s grin disappeared. Fuck buddies, was good, right? Fuck buddies meant neither one of us made demands on each other. I wasn’t built for a relationship, that had been proven to me in the past. I heard a voice in my head laughing at me, asking if I was so desperate for love. Relationships and I just didn’t get along; discreet fuck buddies was good. Bear’s eyes narrowed, and he shut down.
“What you’re saying, Thalia, is you’re happy for me to be a dirty secret. But you don’t want anyone knowing we are screwing,” Bear said coldly.
“Yes,” I said. Because casual lovers are discreet, and Bear hadn’t shown interest in taking this further. This was a new situation for me; I’d never spent the entire night with a fuck buddy. The voice reared again, taunting me, telling me I was worth nothing and was it any wonder he’d looked elsewhere? That what we’d had wasn’t serious, and I was fine for a good time and nothing else. I wasn’t ashamed of having a fuck buddy but had no idea how to handle this. Bear rose to his feet and yanked his jeans on, and pulled his tee over his head.
“So you’re ashamed of being my fuck buddy? Afraid of what people might say?”
“Yes, I’ve always been discreet in the past,” I explained. I didn’t need to be judged again, being judged hurt. Which was ironic considering how I’d judged Clio and Chance. Bear’s face set into a blank expression.
“So you’re ashamed to be fucking a biker? I’m good enough to fuck but not to acknowledge!” Bear snapped, and I realised what he was saying.
“No, I’m not saying that.” Panic rose inside as I understood Bear didn’t understand what I was saying. People judged you for being a slut with a fuck buddy, and while I longed to be more to Bear, I knew I wasn’t. Bear didn’t want me in a relationship.
“No, that’s precisely what you’re fuckin’ saying.” Bear’s temper exploded. “I’m good enough to fuck, but you don’t want to be linked publicly. Guess you’re the bitch I first thought you were.” Hurt coloured Bear’s voice as he spoke.
“No, I just don’t want people thinking I’m a slut!” I exploded. The voice rattled in my head, slut, whore, easy lay. I closed my eyes against it, shoving it away, pushing away the memories of men hitting on me because he’d said I’d fell eagerly into bed with him. Why couldn’t Bear see I was panicking and understand? I didn’t want my sisters to think I was some sort of slut that picked men up and screwed their brains out. And Bear staying meant he was more than being a fuck buddy. The fact Bear stayed led me to places and dreams long forgotten. Why wouldn’t the words come out right?
“Forget it bitch, you won’t be seeing me again,” Bear said, stamping into his boots. “Hellfire ain’t people, and neither are your sisters. None of us would have judged you for this but fuck you. What a cunt. Hiding the nastiness under the caring front, you fake. Well, the truth is out, and you’re too damn ugly for me.” Bear stormed from the room, and Kelly jumped in surprise in the living room we shared. Bear offered Kelly a brief nod and said something about me being a bitch, and the hotel door slammed shut.