Page 52 of Taming the Bear
I sure the hell didn’t.
The Bear
I’m definitely enjoying watching Chantal at this party. She’s about three beers in and her lips are starting to loosen up so she’s talking more. Right now, she’s knee deep in conversation with Britney and I think that they might just hit it off.
I take this time to lean in and ask her if I can go mingle. “Are you okay here, baby?” I ask her close enough to her ear so she could hear me over the thump of the bass from the rock music.
She turns in her chair and shoos me away with her hands. “I’m good. Britney is going to show me around.”
I look at Britney close enough for her to know that I’m not fucking around and let her know what can and cannot be talked about. “Brit, you need to be nice and on your best behavior. No bringing that bitch, Val, with you either. I hate that stupid slut.”
Britney nods her little redhead and then smiles sweetly at me. “Sure thing, Bear. I will show her around and then bring her back to you.”
I lean in and drop my lips onto Chantal’s mouth. I don’t give her a second to breathe as I’m massaging the opening to her lips with my tongue. On a gasp, her lips open and I invade her mouth. I drop my hands to her hips and squeeze them to the point where she hisses from the pleasure and pain all in one.
“Damn! Let her breathe, prez!” Q’ Ball calls out.
I break the kiss and then look down at her flushed face. “Be a good girl, and I will see you in a little bit.”
I spin on my heels and walk over to Flip who is talking to a new girl that I’ve never seen before. “Hey, man,” I call out to him and he turns his head to look at me.
His mohawk that he styles every day flaps a little with his head movement and he glares at me. “I’m a little busy right now.”
“Go get us a beer, doll,” I say to the pretty blonde that had her tits in Flip’s face. Her hair is bleached blonde and I can tell that she colors it a lot because it looks rough. The girl has a nice body though. I can see why Flip was talking to her.
Flip looks pissed off at me as the girl climbs off of his lap and he glares at me. “Was that necessary? Don’t you have Pinky to be making out with right now?” He barks at me.
“Oooh! I love it when you get blue balls! You get so feisty,” I tease him. I sit on the chair that is next to him and stretch out a little. “I’m over here because I need you to do me a favor.”
“What’s the favor?” He groans.
The blonde comes back with two beers in her hands and she’s got a big smile on her face. “Here, Bear and Flip,” she coos while handing it to us.
“Thanks, doll,” Flip and I answer in unison.
As soon as she’s out of earshot, I let him know what the favor is. “Listen, I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow with Smokey and all of that. What I need you is a promise that you will lead this club if something happens to me.”
“What the fuck are ya talking about?” He spits out.
I shrug my shoulders and then look towards the door where Chantal just came out of. “I don’t know what’s going to happen with Smokey or Big Sir. Let’s face it, I could be fuckin’ gunned down tomorrow. I need to know that the club is in good hands. Can you promise me that?”
Flip nods his head and then reaches into his cut pocket. He pulls out a baggy full of pot and puts it on the table in front of him. “Want to smoke a blunt?”
That’s the thing I love about Flip. Even though I’m concerned about the fate of this fuckin’ club, he’s willing to smoke a blunt with me. It could be a war out there, and he would still be in here asking the brothers to smoke with him. “Sure.”
He begins to break up the weed and I get the blunt stick ready to be rolled. This is something that I miss. The fun parts about being brothers with these guys. Sure, I love my job as president, but sometimes I like skipping on all of the bull shit politics.
Chantal and Britney are still deep in conversation and I can see that the both of them are talking about something serious. Chantal keeps looking over at me with a worried look in her eyes and then back towards Val and Kate who are trying to find someone to fuck.
Did I put that look of insecurities in her eyes? Did I make her think that she wasn’t enough for me? I know that’s what she’s thinking right now. Women like her that are not used to club life think that all men are attracted to the fast pussy.
There was a time that I would feast on the quick pussy but now that I’ve been with Chantal, they don’t even appeal to me. It’s hard to explain. Actually, it’s not. I like the fact that Chantal hasn’t been with hundreds of men and a majority of my brothers. I like the fact that when she looks at me, she doesn’t pay attention to the patch I have. Hell, I don’t even think she cares about it.
“Hey, Pinky!” A few of the brothers call out to her and she looks over her shoulder to wave at them shyly. Yeah, she’s pretty shy.
It’s fucking adorable.
Flip clears his throat and then draws my attention back to him. “Are you going to talk to me or were you just cock blocking me from the chick?”
