Page 21 of Taming the Bear
“You guys can get the fuck outta here. I don’t need you here.”
I’m not worried about the money because all of the money that we have made over the last week and half is safe in the truck with the ammo. The money is locked away in a steel safe that the banks would use to guard their money. I sprung for this safe about a year ago and had it fitted to sit in the back of the truck to hold shit I want to not be messed with.
“Nah, man. I’m going to watch what is about to happen!” Mack Truck says and follows me into Bubba’s.
Sure enough, Chantal is sitting in front of an attractive woman with some crazy ass hair. I can definitely see why they are friends. My girl’s hair is curled and she’s laughing at something her friend is saying.
Damn, she’s beautiful.
Chantal
Does Jen ever shut up? I have never laughed this hard in my whole life and I feel like I have a cramp from it. She’s ridiculous!
“Who have you had tickling your kitty?” I ask her. My lips have been loosened up by the alcohol that I have consumed and being with my best friend. It has been too long since I have last seen her.
She looks up to the left and then back at me with a wink. “Mmm, I have to remember his name.”
I break off a piece of bread and throw it at her mouth. She catches it in the air and then smiles at me. “Thanks, chick. I love the bread here!”
I shake my head and give her the “come on” stare. Jen has a very healthy sexual appetite. She’s one of those women that go to the bar with picking up someone as the main reason why. I have never been like that so one time I watched her. Girl’s got game.
“Oh!” She claps her hands startling me a little bit. “His name was Billy. And- no, wait…” She scrunches up her face to show me that she’s thinking really hard about it. “Yeah, it could be Billy. Anyways, we totally started fucking in the bathroom and he whips out his phone and takes a picture of me. He totally captured my O-Face.”
“You’re going to get a disease if you keep fucking all of these random guys…” I scold her.
She laughs me off and then gulps down the rest of her wine. “Oh well. Your box hasn’t been used in so long, there’s probably cobwebs.”
I choke on my wine because she made me giggle. “Will you stop doing that when I’m trying to drink? People probably think that I can’t drink!”
“So, then I went over to his house for a little booooo-taaayyy and guess what?” She asks me.
The bitch doesn’t give me enough time to respond to her question because she tells me anyways. Her excitement is what made me want to be her friend in the first place because I love it. She’s a crazy bitch but she is good for a laugh. Plus, I know that she would have my back no matter what.
“He lives with his mother!” She exclaims and holds her hands out in the air to exaggerate what she’s saying.
“Jen, you’re a nut case!”
I eat a bite of my food and then take a drink while Jen tells me more. “We were totally going at it, I mean, my legs were in the air and he was totally eating my pussy-”
George walks up to the table at this moment and then spins on his heels to run from us. I start laughing hysterically and so does Jen. “Damn. When will that boy learn to not come to our table when I’ve had some drinks in me?” She asks me the rhetorical question.
Even though my mouth is open to answer her, she’s already back to telling her story. “He bit me on my clit so hard, I yelled and he thought I was coming. Guess what happened? Girl, you will never guess. I’m just going to tell you anyways.” She pauses for a minute to gulp down her drink and then stick the empty glass in the air to get George’s attention. “His mother bursts in and sees her son eating me out. She thought I was dying or something.”
Throwing my hand up in the air to stop her from saying something more, I gulp down my own drink and do the same. Of course within seconds, our drinks are refilled and we are back to our antics. “You mean to tell me, that his mother thought you were dying? Did she actually see anything?”
Jen nods her head and picks up her drink to take a sip. “She totally saw me in my glory. Not going to lie, it was kinda hot having her see me naked. Do you think I should do like a swinger thing?”
My head shakes back and forth and I roll my eyes. “I swear, you get crazier every fucking day.”
Before she could say anything else, I felt the world tilt a little and my stomach lurches. My breathing picks up and I know exactly why I’m reacting this way. I can feel my nipples tighten and press against the lacy bra that I’m wearing and my clit begins to throb.
I can feel him before I see him and Jen kicks my shin under the table. I stiffen my back and scowl at her for kicking me but she’s not looking at me. She’s looking behind me and I know what she’s looking at. I don’t need to turn around to know what she’s looking at.
“Holy shit!” She whispers and yells all at the same time. “There are these hotter than shit men behind you who are dressed like Sons of Anarchy!”
I wince when I hear Joe chuckle at what my friend just said. “Hey, Chantal. Fancy meeting you here,” he says to me as he pulls a seat from another table. I watch him point to the other men that he is with to follow his lead. Joe brings his chair closer to mine and he throws his arm around my shoulder to hold me close to him. I won’t even pretend to deny that I didn’t like his possessive attitude towards me.
Truthfully, his demeanor and affection that he gives me is such a turn on and I squeeze my eyes shut to help ease my need for him. Protection and admiration is what I feel and I never want it to leave.
