Page 56 of Taming the Bear
“I don’t know what I am to you, and I don’t know if I’m anything to you, but I can’t keep having sex with you if you aren’t wanting anything more. I’m not that type of woman and I…”
I cut her off by slipping my hand under her chin and pointing her face up to look at me. I close the distance and slam my mouth on top of hers and let my mouth do the talking. Our lips and tongues are demanding as they try to convey what we both want to say. I don’t know if her intentions are the same, but I’m hoping that my lips are doing the talking and letting her know that I like her too.
“Bear! We got problems!” I hear someone call out.
I roll my eyes but don’t let my lips leave Chantal’s. We have a lot to discuss and I’m not letting her leave my sight. The minute that she’s off the property, that will be the minute that she is unprotected and Big Sir can snatch her up.
“Prez! You need to get your ass back in here, right now,” Slice calls out to me.
I break our kiss and then set my head on top of Chantal’s. I have a feeling that she is just as frustrated as I am and wants to continue what we are doing. Hell, we don’t even have to have sex, but I want to talk to her.
“What the fuck, Slice?” I yell to him and then put my hand on my gun in my holster. “I’m in the middle of something.”
He runs over towards me with his hands out in the air. “I get it. But we have problems.”
“I’m going to fuckin’ shoot you if you don’t tell me what is going on right now.”
Slice looks at Chantal and she burrows her head into my chest. “Go and deal with it and I guess I will talk to you later,” she says to me and then backs away from me. I don’t like that she’s putting distance between us and I grab her back to me. “It’s okay. You have shit to do.”
Chantal
I knew it the minute that Slice came out of the clubhouse that my moment with The Bear was over. He was done talking to me and I’m actually happy about that. We weren’t going to talk and I know that. No, we were going to end up fucking on my car and I would have let him do it.
I would have become one of those whores in the clubhouse and throw myself at him. There is something about Joe that makes me weak and I can’t help it but submit to him.
Jen. I need her.
By the time I get back to hs room, I have Jen on the phone and I’m not even hiding the tears that are rolling out of my eyes one by one.
“Hello?” Jen answers the phone and she sounds as if she’s ran a marathon.
I slam the door shut in Joe’s room and then throw myself on the bed. “Jen. Tell me that I’m a stupid bitch.”
She chuckles and I hear her rustling around in the static air on her line. “Can you be more specific? I feel as if you’re trying to set me up or something.”
Leave it to Jen to be blunt. “So… Joe and I have been having sex since that day… It’s so hot and intense. I don’t know how else to define it but electrifying.”
“Are you calling me to brag and make me remember that my sex life sucks or do you have a point?”
“Bitch, please. You totally get more ass than all of these guys out there combined.”
She snorts and then giggles. “Maybe. Are you going to get to why I’m calling my best friend a stupid bitch? Quite frankly, none of my friends are stupid bitches. Bitches, yes. But stupid… No, no, darling. So if you’re a stupid bitch, then I’m going to have to break in a new best friend and that takes too long.”
Damn, she needs to take a breath between words. “Uh, well… We had hot sex without a condom and then I’m out in the clubhouse talking to this chick and she’s in love with Mack Truck but he’s fucking other girls and she’s still in love with him-”
“For real. You need to slow down and tell me why I’m mad at you. Quit rambling and spit it out!” She growls into the line trying to intimidate me.
“He was getting a lap dance by a stripper and I might have kicked her ass and then threw a hissy fit and ran out to my car. Oh, and I might have almost ran Joe over.”
Jen lets out a chuckle that turns out to a full blown laugh. “Oh, Chantal! I have been waiting for you to fall in love.”
I snot and now it’s my turn to growl. “Love? What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Oh, my dear friend is in denial and thinks she’s just jealous for no reason.”
I fly off the bed and begin to pace around the room. “I am so not jealous!” I bark in the phone.
“So why are you calling me and telling to call you a dumb bitch? Yeah, that’s because you want me to convince you that you’re not jealous and that your feelings are completely normal. They are, by the way.”
