Page 11 of Taming the Bear
Everyone turns and looks at us and I smile meekly. “This is my girl, Chantal. She’s going to be staying with me here and she’s off limits. You got me? No one is to fuck with my girl!”
“Aye!” Everyone chants and then the world picks up again.
Off to the right of the room, there’s a woman who is just in her thong dancing for this older man on the couch. I’m sure he’s attractive enough to get this attention, but he seems blase about it. Like it’s no big deal.
I look over to Joe who is watching me take in the scene. “See, it’s not that big of a deal. This is a calm night. Here, let me show you around the clubhouse.”
I let him take me around to the industrial sized kitchen and big ass table in there. In another room, there’s a big couch and a television that’s mounted on the wall. After going through those two rooms, he leads me past a series of closed doors.
“Those are the brothers’ rooms. Each patched in brother gets their own room that they maintain.”
Further down the line, I hear moaning and I stop dead in my tracks as I hear it. I look at him and he smirks at me.
About three doors down from where we just were, a man is fucking three girls. I stand there fixated as I watch him.
One of the girls is a blonde and then the other two are fake blondes with bad roots. I wouldn’t say they were pretty or anything and a lot of them had bellies that showed me they had kids.
The guy, has beautiful ink that is splashed all over his body, is eating out one of the fake blondes as she hovers over his mouth. The other fake blonde is bobbing up and down on his dick. I look at the real blonde who is over the one on the dick and is getting her pussy licked.
Joe places his hand on my shoulder and pulls me out of the room. One of the fake blondes notices that Joe’s there and begins to put on a show for him. The one that’s hovering over the man on the bed’s mouth, is now grabbing her tits as if she’s offering them to Joe. When that doesn’t give her the attention that she wanted, she sticks her finger in her mouth and then traces it down her body. I almost gag.
I shake my head and then watch Joe enter the room. “Oakie, keep your flies in the room,” he says to him.
The guy on the bed, Oakie, doesn’t say anything or acknowledge that Joe even spoke to him.
“What the hell was that?” I ask him.
Joe just shrugs and then leads me to the back of the hallway. After about ten or so more doors, we finally meet the one that he opens for me to see inside. “That’s nothing, baby. He’s just havin’ fun. They all have an understandin’ that he’s not going to wife them up.”
I place my hands on my hips and lean against the door jamb to look at the overly hot guy. “So, you mean to tell me that women just fuck whomever they want?”
“Well, yeah. So do the guys. It’s not a big deal unless you make it a big deal. Which, let me remind you, you are off limits to all of those assholes out there. You belong with me. Got me?”
I won’t even lie. Not even attempt to weave some tale about how his possessiveness isn’t turning me on. Nope, I’m not even going to try. My panties are so wet right now, that I might need to change them. “Yeah,” I whisper.
All of my stuff is in a neat line along the outer wall of the room. I notice that my P.I. stuff is towards the back of the row and I go straight to it to open everything to make sure nothing was messed with.
Suddenly, I begin to worry about leaving all of my equipment in his room while I’m staying here. “What do I do with my stuff when I’m not in here?” I ask him.
Joe blurs some more lines and looks at me as if I’m crazy. He walks over to me and places his hands on my hips to pull me back into him. My back crashes into his chest with a little slam, and I breathe in his unique but manly scent. “Everyone knows that my room is off limits to everyone. If anyone touches my shit, I’m chopping off hands.”
I like the way his hands feel on my hips and I can’t help but move my ass a little against the bulging of his dick. “That’s good because this shit’s really expensive.”
He says something under his breath and then walks away from me. I can hear him keying something into a computer because of the beeps it’s spouting off. I look around the corner and see his safe that he has hidden in his wall under a painting that he must have got to cover the hole in the wall.
I walk over to him and stand back as I look at the contents of the safe. The left side is filled with documents and papers that seem to be important. On the right side, there’s stacks upon stacks of money.
“Holy shit,” I murmur.
The Bear
I look over my shoulder and see her eyes as they widen to look in my safe. My safe is just that, I keep all of my personal shit in there in case something happens. I wasn’t lying when I said that my room is my room and people know not to get in there. But that doesn’t mean that people haven’t tried to steal from me.
Hell, I was almost killed in a bomb that one of my men planted.
“Chantal, you know it’s rude to look at someone’s safe, right?” I ask her with sarcasm dripping from my voice.
She quickly snaps out of her daze and spins on her heels to walk back to her equipment. I stand watching her while she takes out hard drives and thumb drives from one of the bags and places it in a locked box that she pulled out of another bag.
