Page 67 of Bear

Tweedledee and Tweedledum—I’m not sure which, because these days, Ruin and Sterling are practically the same fucking person—chimes in with, “That must have been some kind of record.”

“Maybe you need to start dating younger men, Jupiter,” Saint suggests.

“Yeah,” Sterling adds. “These old guys can’t keep up with our little speed racer.”

“It’s a shame we didn’t get that on film,” Ruin says. “Quickie in the Clubhousehas a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

“Fuck you, asshole.” I throw over my shoulder as I ease out of her. Tink whimpers, and I’m sure it’s because she’s already mourning the loss of my cock. I tuck my junk away, press a kiss to her hair, and whisper, “I’m sorry, honey.”

I turn and face the boys, giving Tink a little time to readjust her clothing out of view of these knuckleheads.

“It’s okay. Believe it or not, I can take everything these fools can dish out,” Tink says.

“Fools?” Sterling says.

Ruin folds his arms over his chest. “Woman, who you calling a fool?”

She wraps her arms around my waist and presses her warm cheek to my back. I grab her arm and pull her around so she’s in front of me, then I lean down and kiss her until she lets out another little moan of pleasure.

“Damn it, Bear. Now I’m hard again,” Ruin says. The others chuckle, but I could cut diamonds with my dick.

“I gotta go,” I whisper against Tink’s lips.

“Club business, I know.”

“Then I’m taking you home.”

She smiles and reaches up for another kiss. “I like the sound of that.”

It takes everything I have to walk away from her. I’m only going to be in the next room, but it’s killing me not to touch her or hold her, and to let her go.

Saint and Mako walk on ahead, Crow, too, but the others hang back.

“Just so we’re clear,” Ruin says, “you know we’ll fucking kill you if you harm even a hair on her head.”

I grin, but I love the fact that Tink has two men I trust with my life to watch her six. “You could try.”

“Oh, we’d succeed, motherfucker.” Sterling walks in front of me, taking the last few steps into church backward.

“I have no plans to break her heart. That bitch is the best thing to ever happen to me.”

“Glad to hear it,” Anvil says, and I glance beyond Sterling and Ruin to see the entire room packed with brothers, old and new. Every member of the Uprising charter is here, along with my previous club, filling empty seats at the table and standing against the walls.

Oh, shit.

“Close the door, will ya?” Chaos nods to Sterling, and the huge oak doors slam shut. “Bear, have a seat.”

Dread courses through my veins as I move to the only empty chair at the table. It’s time I paid for disobeying orders.

“You know why you’re here?” Chaos asks.

“I got some idea, yeah.”

“Then we won’t draw this out any longer. You went against orders and killed the Bayou Bastards Prez.”

“Guilty.”

“You called in another club without my permission.”

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