Page 36 of Taming the Bear
I creep out of the bed and throw on a tee of his that is discarded on the floor. It slinks past my thighs and I’m happy that I won’t have to go search for my panties in the mess of our clothes. There’s no telling where that went.
“It’s Half Ball. Uh, I don’t know how to say this but it’s not good.”
Half Ball? Where do these people come up with these names? That’s insane. The Bear, I can understand. Or those dorky names that everyone seems to have. Dragon, Maverick, Chief…
I round the corner of the bedroom and peer down the hall and see Joe standing there naked and not giving a fuck as he casually smoking. The man that is talking to him is tall and looks equally as big as a bear as Joe does.
“Spit it out. I’ve got something interesting waiting for me back in my bed.”
I blush all the way through my body as he hinted that there was a naked girl back in bed. Well, I’m technically naked but I’m not waiting in bed for him.
“They kidnapped him. Plucked him right out of his home. Smashed his house to shit and then threatened to kill his old lady. There was a note left behind that said something about paying off someone’s fines.”
Right then, I knew. This man got kidnapped because of me and my stupidity. I can’t stop the tears that leak from my eyes as the overwhelming feeling of everything has been happening crashes down on me.
Joe must have heard me in the hallway because he mutters a curse word and then walks over to me. “Get dressed. We need to go back to the clubhouse and have a talk with the brothers.”
I shake my head but he stops my head from shaking by placing his hand under my chin. “That wasn’t a request, Chantal. I’ve got business and I want you with me. Get dressed.”
“Fine,” I mutter and stomp back to his room. Again, I face the dilemma of where the fuck my clothes are.
By the time I get to the bedroom, I feel a warm presence behind me. I spin on my feet and see Joe smiling at me. “I figured you would want your clothes to wear over to the clubhouse.”
“Thanks,” I mutter and quickly get dressed. I would love to have a hairbrush right now. I feel as if my hair's a rat’s nest full of vermin. My teeth feel coated in moss and I’m just gross. I totally need a shower but and a toothbrush. “Can I shower?”
He shakes his head and then kisses my cheek as he walks into his closet. When he comes out, he is dressed in a pair of jeans and a long sleeved tee. “No, baby. We gotta go. Come on.”
I quickly get dressed and try to brush my hair out with my fingers only to get them tangled in my hair. With my phone and lock box full of money, I wait for Joe in the living room on the couch.
It amazes me that I could be knocked off Cloud Nine so quickly after having my world rocked. Something about Joe… I don’t know how to explain it. He has the ability to make me extremely happy and feel light and then he has the ability to knock me off of my axis.
The man that he was talking to before, is raiding the kitchen and comes out with a mouth full of some sandwich that he must have just made. “Hey,” the man says around his mouth full of food. The man then swallows the food in his mouth in a big gulp. “I’m Mack Truck. You must be the famous Pinky that everyone is talking about. Although we did meet at the restaurant the other night.”
I shrug and look him over. He’s an attractive man with a beard that touches the top of his chest. I could tell why he was given the name of Mack Truck. This man is definitely built like one with his stocky body. Mack Truck is probably early thirties if not late twenties. Obviously not as old at Joe. But not as handsome as Joe is either.
The Bear
Since I became president all of those years ago, I have ate, slept and shit around the club’s schedule. Never once did I ask for some me time. I have always been there for everything and my brothers knew that. So tell me why I’m resenting being club president right now?
I’ll tell you why. It’s a pretty woman with pink hair that has got me all mixed up.
There is something about Chantal that I can’t describe. She’s just this hotter than sin woman who has knocked me down a few pegs and is making me remember that I’m still a man with needs. The needs aren’t just sexual either. I want to consume this woman more than anything. I want to pick her up and take her everywhere with me.
My skin feels warm from being with her wrapped up in my arms and her breath on my skin. Her light scent is still clinging to me and I take a deep breath of it to help ground myself.
