Page 22 of Bear

CHAPTER NINE

Bear

Ipace the studio,waiting to see if Jupiter will exit the bathroom, or if she’s escaped through the window so she wouldn’t have to face me. She comes out wearing a fluffy robe, and Tyra crosses the room, wrapping her up in a big hug. She whispers something in Jupiter’s ear. Tink laughs, but it’s laced with nervousness.

Tyra leads her to the makeup chair. She tried to get me with that shit, but I wasn’t having a bar of it. I don’t care if my face is on screen or not. Hell, film my face all you want. Ruin could splash that shit all over the OnlyFans site and he’d be doing me a damn favor, because no one in a million years would believe someone as gorgeous as Tink would let a scarred up, gimpy-legged asshole like me fuck her, willingly.

“You sure you’re good with this?” Ruin asks as he sits in his director’s chair and watches Crow set up the camera.

“Why the fuck wouldn’t I be?”

“Because I saw the way you reacted when she wanted to do this.”

“It’s just fucking.” I shrug. The truth is, I’m not good with blasé. I feel everything. I want everything, and I’m having a hard time with this decision. I knew I’d get Tink’s tight little body beneath me the second I laid eyes on her, but I didn’t think it would be to get her out of a financial bind, and I sure as hell didn’t anticipate my club brothers being in the room and uploading that shit to the internet for all the world to see.

“Then why do you look like you’re about to shit yourself.”

“I’m good, brother.”

“Mm-hmm. Just make sure when the cameras are rollin’, you’re keeping her pussy coming until we say stop. We get top dollar for capturing cream pie.”

I give a humorless laugh. “Jesus. I barely convinced her to fuckmeinstead of Crow. I seriously doubt she’s going to let me come inside her.”

“Wait, I was an option?” Crow turns from the camera and then looks back at Tink appreciatively.

“No, fucker.” I sneer. “You were never an option. I’d slit your goddamn throat before I let that happen.”

He grins. “Aww, you really like her.”

“Shut the fuck up before I do it anyway.”

He laughs and I follow Ruin across the room, because I’m still not convinced she wants this. I mean, she did walk out of the bathroom instead of running away, and she came into the studio, but how much of that is driven by her need for cash?

I stand beside the makeup chair, towering over Tink. Tyra’s still decorating her face with makeup she doesn’t need. “You feeling okay?”

“You were expecting me to back out?”

“Not at all.”

“Don’t tell me you’ve got stage fright?”

“I don’t do frightened,” I say, though I think after the shooting at the garage, we both know that’s a lie.

“Right, you might blow your super-tough, toxic, masculine cover.”

“Put the gloves away, Tink. Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“Okay you two ... save it for the tape.” Ruin pulls over a chair and sits beside Jupiter, though not close enough to be in Tyra’s way. “Jupiter, honey, are you on the pill?”

“Yeah, who isn’t these days?”

“Right?” Tyra asks.

“You don’t want kids?” I blurt out, and even I’m surprised by the question coming from my mouth. I lose my fucking head just standing right next to Jupiter. How the fuck am I going to keep my composure being inside her?

“I have four brothers. They’re all the kids I can handle right now.”

“You want kids, Bear?” Tyra asks, her voice softening.

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