Page 14 of Taming the Bear
This time is different. His hands are digging into the flesh of my ass and he holding me closer to him. Our tongues tangle together and my breathing gets heavier and heavier but I can’t stop it. I unknowingly begin to rub my pussy against his hard on and he pushes himself into me more.
“Damn! Bear! Let her breathe! Fuck!” A man yells from the outside of the room.
Embarrassed, I back out of the kiss and bury my face in his vest- shit, cut. “Oh god,” I murmur in his leather. I can’t believe I just threw myself at him.
He whispers in my ear: “Not one of these people in here think you are a bad person. I definitely enjoyed that kiss. Now chill out and enjoy the party!”
Just like that, all of my worries and embarrassment faded away and I begin to laugh at what everyone was saying.
“Hey, Pinky. I’m Rabies,” a Hispanic man says to me as he walks up. He’s about my height and maybe two hundred pounds of pure muscle.
I stifle a laugh and then Joe comes up towards me and places a hand on my hip. “Ask him how he got his name, baby.”
I raise an eyebrow and Rabies started chuckling. “Fuck you, prez. I didn’t fuck those wild dogs!”
“Now I need some explanations!” I say and start laughing at him more. I’m feeling much more at ease and it’s making me feel like I’m not such an outsider anymore.
However, I’m here to do a job. Not get attached.
After one day with Joe and all of his friends, I feel as if that second part isn’t true.
The Bear
This woman is definitely more than I thought she was when I first met her today. Granted, it’s not as if I’ve known her for long but she’s funny as fuck.
Watching her interact with my brothers and their old ladies is making me wonder if I could do it. The settling down thing. Do I have it in me to faithful to one girl? I don’t even know if monogamy is my thing.
Rabies is trying so fucking hard to make his story sound better than what it actually was. Chantal’s laugh is probably the cutest fucking thing ever.
“So, I was getting busy with these girls…”
“Girls?” She asks and stretches out the “s.”
“Yeah. And I guess a few of them were ugly. The guys call the ugly girls wild dogs. After I got done fucking them for hours, one bit me. Yeah, that’s why they call me Rabies.”
“Hours?” I question him and raise my eyebrow. Rabies likes to over exaggerate his sexual prowess.
He punches me in the arm and then flips me off. “Yeah, hours. Let me take your girl for the night and she can tell you all about it!”
I’m surprised that I’m actually feeling jealousy over Chantal being with someone other than me and I hate it. I hired her to do a job and that’s what she’s here to do.
“Yeah right!”
For the next two hours, the guys come up and introduce themselves to Chantal. She’s nice and listens to everything they say but I could tell that she’s getting worn out because she’s bobbing into me more.
“Ready for bed?” I ask her.
She nods her head and then kisses my cheek. “Yeah, I will just go to bed and see you in the morning.”
Before I say anything, she’s down the hallway and out of my sight.
“Damn, prez. She’s amazing. Where did you find her?” Q Ball asks as he looks after her.
I shrug and then down my beer. Q Ball prospected with me and we are about the same age but he’s hardened. His mom was a prostitute and brought all of her fucking johns home with her. Needless to say, my brother, Q Ball, had to grow up a lot quicker.
“I’m going to bed. Keep the volume low and let me know who you got to be the new stripper. I want her to be younger and looking clean. You got me?” I tell him and look him straight in his glossy eyes.
He salutes me with his middle finger and strolls off to find himself a piece of ass for the night. Q Ball is a decent guy and a hard working son of a bitch, but there are times I wonder if he’s got everything together. I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like he’s suffering and trying to get out of his head.
