Page 23 of Bear

“Always dreamed I would, but I don’t see that happening anytime soon, if ever.”

“Okay, can we get back to shooting porn here? Jupiter, Bear was tested last week.”

Her eyes shoot to mine with an accusatory glance, and I feel like an asshole. I agreed to shoot for Ruin because life on the road eats into your funds pretty fucking quick. I’m not hurting, yet, but since I said yes, I’ve been dragging my feet for weeks. I don’t look like the other guys. Sure, my cock is probably bigger than the rest of theirs, but my body is all carved up, too, and that’s not something everyone can handle.

“He’s clean. We haven’t had time to screen you but—”

“I’m clean. It’s been a while, and I had a clean bill of health at my last checkup a year ago.”

My brows knit together. She hasn’t fucked anyone in a year?Jesus. What the hell is wrong with this town? If she didn’t hate me so much, I would have had Tink already. These assholes have had years to fuck this delectable little morsel, and no one has even tried? Then again, Bobby Ray wasn’t wrong about his sister. She doesn’t do anything she doesn’t want to, so maybe some of these unlucky bastards have taken their shot and been mercilessly gunned down instead by the man-hating fairy.

“Great, so we can do this a few ways. You two can fuck, you can suck him off for the money shot, or—and hear me out here, because it will make you a shit-ton of cash—we can end with a nice close-up of cream pie.”

Tink doesn’t even hesitate. “Sounds great.”

Ruin blinks like he’s unsure he heard her right. “What sounds—”

“Let’s do this cream pie.”

I frown. “You don’t have to—”

“I’m good with it.”

Ruin nods. “Okay, sweet.”

Jesus. I should be excited about this. I should be over the fucking moon—my cock damn sure is—but I can’t shake this feeling that this isn’t what she wants.

“Awesome.” Ruin jumps up and I stand there, staring down at Tink.

It’s Tyra who breaks the silence first. “Bear, do you mind?”

“What?” I say, a little too gruffly for an address to my brother’s old lady.

“You’re in my light.”

“Right. I need a drink anyway.” I walk out of the room and close the door behind me, heading right for Ruin’s bar. I’ve been here enough times to know where everything lives. Ruin even offered me a room in his big, fuck-off mansion, just like he did with the prospects, but I like the peace and quiet of North’s cabin. Besides, when you wake in the middle of the night screaming, you learn pretty quickly that it’s best to live alone. Those night terrors are not something I want to share with anyone. I keep that shit on lock and far away from the club.

I pour myself a stiff drink and swallow it down, refilling my glass before the whiskey’s even done burning my gut.

“Hey,” a feminine voice says. I close my eyes. I’m too fucking tired to go another round with Tink. “Mind if I have one of those?”

“Be my guest.” I hand her the shot and reach over the bar for another glass. I pour us both a round and down mine.

Jupiter stares at hers as if it holds all the answers to her problems. “Since you’re about to be buried balls deep inside me, I think we should call a truce.”

“Well, shit, darlin’. When you put it like that ...”

She laughs and chews her bottom lip.

“Why didn’t you run? Escape through the bathroom window, or some shit?”

“Do I strike you as the kind of woman who runs from anything?”

It’s my turn to laugh. “No. You don’t.”

“Then I guess there’s your answer.”

“I’m not like other guys you’ve been with.”

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