Page 34 of Bear

“Tennessee.” She nods by way of greeting. It’s cold after knowing the warmth of her body against mine, of the fucking torture of her pussy milking my dick.

“Tink,” I greet her just as curtly and her smile disappears.

“What are you doing here?” she asks.

“Watching you take over the fucking street apparently.” I don’t bother telling her that Crow practically had to drag my miserable ass away from the clubhouse. Or that for a heartbeat I was thinking of giving into that desperate bitch Asia just to erase the memory of Tink’s sweet cunt. As if any goddamn pussy will ever measure up now that I know what it’s like to fuck a queen. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

“I like to keep everyone on their toes.”

I grin, because I don’t doubt that for a second.

“So, Ruin talk to you about the video?” Crow asks.

Her smile slips and she glances around as if she’s afraid someone might hear. I close my eyes and inhale a slow breath to keep from punching him in the head.

“Er ... yeah. He handed me some cash a little earlier. Said there should be more next week.”

“Sweet. What do you think of you two giving it another go?”

Jupiter glances nervously between us and then at the swarm of people around her car. “I think it was a one-time thing.”

“The filming or the fucking?” I ask, because I can’t help myself. And now, Tink can see just how much of a fucking chump I am.

Her brows pinch together, but for once she doesn’t look like she’s going to bite my fucking head off. I can’t read her expression though.

“Both,” she says.

I clench my jaw and nod, staring at the crowd above her head. “Well, we better let you get back to your fans.”

I turn and push through the people milling around, trying to talk to the woman of the hour. She could have any one of these assholes with the snap of a finger. I need to remember that. What happened in that studio was solely because she needed the money. And I guess the alleyway was just a fluke, a way for her to blow off steam. It was more for me, because I’m a fucking idiot, because I like to punish myself. None of that speech I fed her meant anything—not to her.

“Tennessee?” she calls, but I keep moving, knowing that she’ll be swarmed by guys who want to talk to her. And using that to my advantage, I make a quick getaway.

I don’t bother to wait for Crow to catch up before I’m hopping on my bike and riding the hell out of there before I can make an even bigger ass of myself.

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