Page 22 of Protected By the Bikers Next Door
When I’m not equal parts regretting hooking up with Wolf and lusting to do it again, my mind is filled with concern over my stalker. I dream up every possible scenario of what he might want, each one worse than the last. It’s driving me insane, and I can’t take it much longer. I can’t sleep. I can barely eat, and when I do, I’m gorging myself on junk. I can’t work, I’m too distracted. I feel like I’m running on autopilot, simply getting through each day and trying to look after Jenny as best I can. I’m grateful for the guys; they’ve been amazing with her, helping tokeep her entertained and distracted since I’m obviously not up to the task.
The guys are watching Jenny right now, giving me a moment’s peace to take a long, hot shower. As the water cascades over me, I finally let it out. All the fear, paranoia, and rage that I’ve been feeling since this psycho entered my life and started to terrorize me and my innocent child. I sink to the floor, hugging my knees to my chest, and cry. I can tell that I’m bordering on hysteria. That now I’ve started, I can’t stop.
There’s a gentle tap on the door, and I hear Bear’s warm baritone voice. “Harper? Is everything okay?”
His concern only makes me cry harder. I don’t deserve this.
“Harper, are you hurt? If you don’t answer, I’m coming in.”
I can’t breathe. It’s too much.
“I’m coming in.”
There’s a clanking sound as he jimmies the lock, and then, seconds later, he’s there. I don’t look up at him. I can’t bear to see the pity on his face.
“Harper,” he says softly, his voice filled with concern.
He strides over to the shower, climbing in without a care for his clothing. He sits down beside me and pulls me close to his chest, allowing me to cry on him. We sit there for a while in silence. He just lets me cry. When the pressure lifts from my chest, I can finally breathe again.
“Your clothes…” I say guiltily, gasping for air.
“Hey, none of that. Fuck the clothes. You’re more important.”
“How can you say that? I’m ruining your lives. That psycho is after me, and now you’re all in danger,” I sob, unable to meet his eye.
“Don’t say that, don’t even think it, because it’s not true. You’re making our lives better. And as for danger, we’ve been through worse. This coward is nothing we can’t handle,” he says confidently.
“Why are you so nice to me?” I say pitifully.
“Well, first off, because you’re a good person who deserves to be treated well. There’s also another, far less altruistic reason that I’m nice to you. I like you, Harper,” he says.
“I like you too.”
“No, Harper, I mean, Ilikeyou. I’ve wanted you since the moment you burst in here like an avenging angel in pajamas,” he admits, tilting my chin up so I look him in the eye. His eyes are like pools of molten chocolate. Bear is everything I need right now. Solid, stable, kind, safe.
“But what about Wolf…” I say, my voice trailing off.
“Wolf knows how I feel. Hawk too. We don’t have secrets between us. We share everything, and I mean everything,” he says pointedly. My heart starts to race as I realize what he’s saying. “It’s hard to explain our bond, but there’s no jealousy between us. If we like the same woman and she likes us too, we have no problem with sharing; we want each other to be happy. We wantyouto be happy.” He looks at me, surveying my reaction, pulling away slightly so he doesn’t pressure me. For the first time, I’m acutely aware of my nakedness, yet I don’tfeel uncomfortable with him seeing me. “If I’ve read the signals wrong and you’re not interested, if it’s only Wolf you want, then I’ll back off. But I just needed you to know how I feel, and that if you want both of us, or all three of us, that’s fine by me, by the others, too.”
“My ex always said I was too much for one man to handle. Maybe he was right. Though I’m not sure this is what he meant,” I add, a spark of my mischievous side coming out.
Bear smiles, a charming, lopsided grin, and I know I’m going to give in to whatever this is between us. When he leans in to kiss me, he hovers, waiting for me to take the last step. His lips are soft, and the kiss is warm and tender. It doesn’t have the fire that kissing Wolf has; it’s more like stepping into a warm bath after a long day. It’s not better or worse, just different. And so, so good.
Bear slowly caresses my breasts, squeezing and massaging them, tweaking the nipples as he continues to kiss me. The water continues to cascade down us, and I pull his soaking wet shirt over his head, revealing the masculine, hairy chest that’s been a part of my fantasies since I first saw him shirtless. His hands continue to explore my body. He takes his time, as if he wants to commit every inch of skin to memory.
“Gorgeous…” he murmurs, almost to himself.
When he slips a finger between my folds, I’m already soaking wet and ready for him, and a low rumble escapes from his throat. He moves down, kissing his way down my body, until he reaches between my thighs. He parts them further, admiring the view before he delves his tongue down there, licking my clit. I moan with pleasure as he expertly teases my clit, his fingers gently gliding in and out of me.
It feels so good. Having a guy perform oral sex on me isn’t something I’m used to. The first person to do so was my high school boyfriend, who was terrible at it, all teeth and couldn’t find the clit. My ex always said it was disgusting, and the only other guy I’ve been with is Wolf, and we were too caught up in the moment.
I didn’t know that oral sex could feel this incredible—if blow jobs are like this for guys, no wonder they’re constantly pestering for them. Already, I can feel the pressure of an orgasm building inside me. He increases his speed, flicking his tongue across my clit and sending shockwaves of bliss through my body.
“Oh my god,” I pant, holding his head between my thighs.
God, I’m even pushing his head down like a guy,I think vaguely, before the pleasure wipes all thoughts from my head.
“Is that good?” he growls.
