Page 68 of Taming the Bear
The drive to my house is quick and easy to the point where we don’t even say anything. Chantal leans over her body to take off her seat belt but I stop her. “No, baby. I will help you get out.”
I don’t know where this helpful shit came from or this nurturing shit. I will tell you that it feels natural. It feels like second nature to take care of my girl and I want to do it forever. The thought normally would freak me out, but I know that it’s okay with her.
The walk into my house is slower than normal because I’m not wanting to tell her about Dana and J.J. I don’t want to tell her how I was a fucking fool and didn’t even know that my girlfriend was fucking my soon to be brother. I don’t want her to know that I couldn’t stop Dana from getting high and prostituting while pregnant.
Once we are seated on the couch, I drap Chantal over my lap and hold onto her. “Now, what was the question?” I ask just to be a smart ass.
“Who is Dana and J.J.?” Her words are rushed.
“Dana was my girlfriend in highschool and she was addicted to cocaine even while she was pregnant. It was pretty fuckin’ bad and I couldn’t stop her. When she told me she was pregnant, I thought for sure that she would stop doin’ it, but she didn’t. She just got better at hidin’ it.”
Her little hands cup my cheeks and she brings my face down to look at her. “It’s not your fault, Joe.”
Damn it. Can she see through me or something?
“It is, though. The whole thing is my fault because I didn’t stop her.”
“How could you have stopped an addict? You can’t.”
I take a deep breath and continue to look at her trusting face knowing that I’m going to piss her off. “The day that she O.D’d, she bought drugs from Big Sir. He sold her the mother fuckin’ drugs even though he knew she was pregnant. Anyways, I got picked up from skippin’ school and the officer told me that I needed to go to the hospital because Dana was there.”
Her eyes widen and I feel a sense of pride that she cares this much about me.
“She died and the baby died with her,” I whisper.
“It wasn’t your fault. Her first love was her drugs. It was nothing that you did.”
I shake my head and then pull my face out of her hold. “There was, though. I could have called the cops and told them that she doin’ drugs… I didn’t want to get her in more trouble though.”
I can feel the feather like touches from Chantal and it makes me feel good. A lot better than I deserve.
“Anyways, I found out the other day that J.J. was Smokey’s kid and he was bangin’ my girl that whole time. I can’t explain the feeling that I have.”
She nods her head in understanding and then places her hands on my face to get me to look at her. “I know how you felt. Relief.”
“Baby-” I start but she cuts me off.
“Kiss me.”
I lean down and take her mouth and everything that she’s offering me. My tongue pushes its way into her mouth and I taste her for what she is. She tastes delicious and all mine.
Her hands reach to the back of my shirt on my nape and she starts to tug it off of me and I allow her. Once I’m shirtless, I rip off her clothes too after I throw her down on the couch. I grip both ends of her pants and yank them down her smooth legs until they are off.
I want to see all of her.
Chantal naked is a sight that will forever be engraved in my mind and so will her words that she spoke back at the clubhouse. “Say them again,” I whisper against her neck. My body is effectively covering hers now and I push my covered dick into her cleft. Even though my dick is still clothed, I can feel the heat from her arousal.
She moans and throws her head up to look at my back. I’m almost positive that she was trying to see my face, but I’m not fucking finished with her neck yet. After a few beats and she still hasn’t said anything, I sink my teeth into her neck right where her pulse is. “I love you!” She squeals and rubs herself against me.
I take my left hand and push down my pants until they are on my thighs and then I shove myself into her tight and wet pussy. “Fuck, how does it feel better every time?” I grunt against her neck.
“It’s because we were meant to be together… And meant to fuck like rabbits.”
Epilogue- The Bear
Shit is about to get real real quick. I’m standing outside of the meeting hall where I was told to meet the rest of my brothers to discuss my faith for what I did. Chantal’s standing next to me and she’s looking as scared as I am.
I’m scared shitless over how badly I fucked up and now I’m going to lose everything. If I lose my position in the club, I will be kicked out immediately and everything will just get worse. If I get kicked out, does that mean that Chantal’s going to leave me too? Fuck.
