Page 45 of Bear

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Bear

My phone wakes me,and I climb out from under Jupiter where she fell asleep on top of me sometime in the early hours before sunrise. She snores, and she’s a goddamn bed hog. Between all the hot fucking and Miss Narcolepsy’s ability to rattle the walls in this shack, I’m running on very little sleep.

I hit the green button on my phone and bring it to my ear. “Yeah?”

“Hey, it’s Crow.”

“Uh-huh. Caller ID told me as much.”

“I forgot you were such a ray of fucking sunshine in the morning.”

“I aim to please, brother.”

“Mm-hmm, did you tell Little Miss Rally Racer that? Get her all worked up before you decided your cock wasn’t up to the challenge?”

“Eat my dick, asshole. Was there a point to calling me this early? Or did you just need to hear the sound of my voice?”

“Prez told me to get your ass in here. The yokel brother is missing.”

“What?”

“Jupiter’s brother. Fucking dumbass escaped in the middle of the night. Saint’s being torn a new asshole right now because of it.”

“Fuck,” I mutter, glancing back at Jupiter who still hasn’t stirred. She’s lying facedown on the mattress, her head twisted at what looks like an unnatural angle, and a puddle of drool darkens the sheets. “What the hell am I supposed to do with her? Ruin ordered me to keep her here until Prez said otherwise. Kid’s barely patched in and is already barking orders.”

“Well, Prez’s orders are ‘get your ass into the clubhouse,’ so I guess you bring her with you.”

“Oh, I’m sure she’ll love that.”

“Yeah, good luck, brother. That’s why I ain’t got an ol’ lady.”

“And here I thought it was just because no one would put up with your bullshit.”

I glance at Jupiter again. The sheet is pooled around her waist. Her pastel hair is no longer splayed across my pillow, but rests on her shoulders, all tangled and mussed like cotton candy. Her eyes are open now, and she rolls onto her side, resting her head in the palm of her hand as she watches me. My gaze dips to her tits. They’re not full and bouncy like the women I usually fuck—like my ex’s. They’re small, less than a handful, really, with a sweet, natural slope into tight, dusky pink nipples. Just enough to suck on, and my dick gets hard just looking at her. “And she’s not my ol’ lady. We barely even like each other.”

Jupiter smiles, and slips her free hand down over her breasts and abdomen until it disappears beneath the sheet.

“Uh-huh. I bet she barely evenlikedyou fucking her pussy all night long.”

“Fuck you.” I’m no longer sure if I’m talking to Crow or the cocktease in my bed. Jupiter’s eyes close and her mouth falls open as her hand works faster between her legs. I grab my cock and squeeze, trying to alleviate some of my frustration. A bead of precum forms on the tip, and I collect it with my thumb and suck my digit clean as I watch her fingers move franticly.

“I think that’s an ol’ lady’s job. Hey, maybe I can borrow your new one.”

I growl. Crow is one of the few brothers who knows the reason I went nomad. I trust him like I did the brothers from my old charter. But that doesn’t mean I won’t kill him for touching what’s mine.

He chuckles. “Too soon?”

“Yeah, too fuckin’ soon, motherfucker.” I hang up and throw my phone on the couch. “Are you going to draw this out all fucking morning, baby girl? Or are you gonna come while I watch?”

She bites her lip, and her smile is fucking devastating. Fucking tease. I have half a mind to put her over my goddamn knee. In fact ... I stalk toward the bed and rip the sheet away. Her fingers pump in and out of her juicy pussy, and I almost lose my shit right there, but I grab her around the waist and lift her over my knee.

“You’re a fucking cocktease.”

“Oops.” She laughs and bats her lashes as she looks over her shoulder at me. “Are you going to spank me for being naughty, Daddy?”

“Damn fuckin’ right I am. So you best tell me if you like it hard and fast or slow and sweet. Either way is gonna be fuckin’ torture.”

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