Page 31 of Bear

Chaos is staring daggers into me, as if he’s not sure exactly how to handle this situation in front of everyone. I look to Sterling and Ruin who are sitting opposite me with wide eyes. Ruin tilts his chin toward Tennessee, and I roll my eyes.

Bear leans in and whispers, “Trust me. Take my fucking hand before Chaos tips up the goddamn table and throttles you in front of everyone.”

I look at him and mouth“no”before returning my attention to my plate. Bear shoots to his feet beside me and grabs my arm.

“Hey!” I attempt to pry myself free, but he’s not having that. He pulls me from the table, practically dragging me behind him while I struggle. Titters come from the group as he stalks toward the festival’s makeshift dance floor. He doesn’t stop like I expect him to. Instead, he pulls me into the empty alley behind the bakery.

“What the fuck is your problem?” I ask, jerking my arm free.

“Have you got a fuckin’ death wish, girl?”

My brows practically shoot up into my hairline. “Girl?”

“Yeah,girl. Because if you had any sense at all, you wouldn’t have spoken to the president of a motorcycle club like that in front of all of his men.”

“What’s he gonna do? Shoot me right here in the middle of everyone?”

“Maybe. I’ve certainly seen women die over less respect. You’re just fuckin’ lucky I pulled you from there before you could say any more dumb shit that might put a target on my back.”

“Well, since there’s already a fucking target onmyback for associating with you, with all of you—with any of you—I think it seems only fair.”

“Let’s not forget how much business the club brings in.”

“And that will help me how when all of my staff are dead?” I snap.

He presses his palm to the brick by my head and leans in. “You need to watch your fucking tone.”

“Or what? You’ll threaten to off me too,Daddy?”

His eyes widen a fraction of an inch and then narrow. “Seems like you’re spoiling for a fight, little girl.”

“And let me guess—you’re all too happy to give it to me.”

“Oh, I’ll give it to you,” he leans in and whispers, “just like I did on Ruin’s couch. I gotta say, darlin’, seeing you spread before me, your legs shaking, and my cum spilling out of that sweet pussy, is the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.”

Shame claws up my neck and across my cheeks. Despite my loathing for this man, my nipples bead and goose bumps cover my flesh. “I’m glad you remember it so well, because that will never be happening again.”

He laughs and brushes his nose along the line of my neck. His hand grips my waist, and my reaction is instantaneous. My traitorous body still remembers how good he felt, how he kept me coming time after time during that shoot, and everything he did with his hands, tongue, and cock. “That’s the thing, Tink. I could have you anytime I want, and we both know it.”

I glare up at him, but even I can feel how my expression has softened, how my body went from rigid to pliable putty in his hands, how my panties are suddenly soaked with arousal.

He slides his hand up my side and squeezes my breast. I gasp, but I don’t pull away because his touch is magic. It’s white-hot heat and a soothing balm all at once. “You’re hard up for this fat cock, and as much as I hate it, as much as I want to ignore it, I want that fucking sweet pussy wrapped around my dick again because I can’t get you out of my goddamn head.”

All the air leaves my lungs in a rush, and I tilt my head up toward him. Bear takes a beat to read my expression and then his lips are on mine, his tongue pushing inside my mouth, and his hands lift me until I’m draped around him. My back is pressed to the wall, the hard brick biting into my flesh as we both move in a frenzy to get closer. He tugs open his jeans and lets them fall around his ankles. His hard cock presses against the lace of my panties, and then his hand rips them free and there’s nothing between us. Just heat, my slick flesh, and his rock-hard dick. He teases my entrance, collecting my honey, and slides himself between my lips, running the ridge of his cock across my clit. I jerk with the sensation, bucking my hips against his.

“You want this dick, baby girl?”

I moan.

“Say it.” He angles his hips, so that the pressure against my clit is gone.

“What?”

“Say you want me. Say you want my dick filling that sweet little cunt of yours.”

“I want it, please?”

The corners of his mouth tip up in a cocky grin. “Then why the hell didn’t you just say so?”

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