Page 6 of Bear
Bear
I hammerin the final nail and stand back. It’s been six days since I arrived at Lana’s house. I never thought I’d be able to get all the work done in time. And I’ve missed my dog, Jesse, so much it hurts. But, somehow, and with the help of a few friends, Lana’s house is looking as good as new. Better than new.
The weird thing is, though… Lana doesn’t seem to care.
Ever since we came back from breakfast on my first morning here, she’s been acting hella weird.
I thought we had a connection. I’ve been bending over backward to give her her dream house. But nothing I do seems to break through her defensive walls. I guess that’s just how it goes sometimes. But, it’s a shame. The first woman I meet in ages. I want her so bad it hurts. But it’s unrequited love.
It’s going to be a heavy burden to carry back into the mountains. I hadn’t realized how much I missed being around people. How much I need a woman in my life. But not just any women. That was my problem before. I need a good woman. A woman I love. A woman I can’t wait to wake up to every morning. And I thought I’d found that in Lana. She’s perfect in every single way, except for the most important criteria of all… she doesn’t like me.
I walk through the house, trying to find her. I want to see the look on her face when she finds out everything is finished. But she’s nowhere to be seen.
“Hey,” I call up the stairs. “Lana! You up there?”
Silence.
Nothing.
Just like what she’s been giving back to me all week. I clench my fists and stomp into the hall. There’s no point staying around. Making a fool out of myself. Thirsting over Eddy’s sister like some freak who can’t handle rejection.
But I want to make one last stand before I left. Put everything out on the table. Maybe I wasn’t clear enough the first time around. I mean, I didn’t come right out and tell her how I feel. Maybe she misunderstood.
Or, more likely, she wasn't interested. She’s probably been counting down the minutes until she can get rid of me.
Maybe she's in the town center right now, walking around aimlessly. Hoping I'll be gone by the time she gets back.
I go into the garden to grab some tools I left out there. My mind's a jumble of humiliation. Rejection. I'm consumed by the need to win over the woman of my dreams, and not paying attention to where I'm going... and that's when I run straight into her.
She steps back and trips over the step. I manage to catch her in my arms.
My cock goes hard straight away. That’s all it takes. Just touching her makes my body ache for her loving.
“You okay?” I ask, still holding her just inches above the ground. Her breasts are so close to my mouth, all I’d have to do is lean down and kiss them. I could be sucking on her titties in seconds.
“I’m so clumsy.” She looks me straight in the eye. Her teeth chew on her thick, pink lips. She smells like perfume. Flowery. Sweet. Devine. Good enough to eat. Her hair’s dry, and it looks like she’s been to the salon. There are streaks of a lighter color in her hair now. Curls at the end. And her clothes all look kind of new. Tight-fitting. Like she’s going out on a date, and not just dressed to be getting dirty and dusty working around the house. Heck, she’s probably already has a date planned for tonight. A girl like Lana. She probably has men lined up around the corner. Not that she’s like that. But I wouldn’t be surprised if she doesn’t have a whole gaggle of willing studs dropping DM’s on her Insta. She’s probably just waiting for me to clear off so she can have the place all to herself, and whatever lucky guy she’s chosen.
But, if that were the case, why is she looking at me the way she is right now. Why is her chest rising and falling faster than normal? Her hand around my neck. Her fingers rubbing small, slow circles on my skin. Her mouth getting slowly closer and closer to my own.
“I want to do something special for you, Bear,” she says. “A thank you for helping me so much with my renovation.”
“You don’t have to do anything.” My cheeks feel hot. I swear, I’m blushing. Like a schoolboy. My heart's beating so fast and so loud I'm surprised she’s not running to call me an ambulance. “It’s been my pleasure. This past week. Being here with you. I’m just glad I was able to help.”
I pull her to her feet. She doesn’t take her arm away from around my neck. Our bodies are pressed together. Her gorgeous, soft curves grinding against my hardness.
She lets out a soft groan. Somewhere between a purr and a whimper. It makes my cock twinge. I can feel the precum leaking out of me. If that’s what she sounds like when I’m just holding her in my arms, I can’t wait to hear what she sounds like when I’m balls deep in her succulent, delicious pussy.
“Yes,” she says. “I need to show you just how grateful I am. Before you leave me. Forever. You’re my hero, Bear. I want you to know that. When you first arrived, I was freaking out. I couldn’t have done any of this without your help. Every time I look at the roof or the stairs or the doors you fitted, or the cupboards in the kitchen, I’m going to think of you. This whole house is going to remind me of you every single day I live in it. Even my bedroom… I’ll go to bed, thinking of you. Seeing the beautiful, decorative awnings you fitted. The desk you had me delivered. That armoire you found for me. It’s all so perfect…. Just like you.”
I can’t hold on a second longer. Grabbing her face in my hands, I lean down and kiss her.
Closing my eyes, I let my tongue do the talking. Licking the outside of her lips. Tasting that sweet lipgloss she’s wearing. Cherries. And then feeling her tongue against mine. Our lips connecting. The feel of her breasts in my hand as we kiss. Stumbling around. Pressing against the wall and then tumbling to the floor. Rolling over and over. Dry humping. Kissing. Stroking.
This is what I’ve been waiting for. This is what I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since the moment I set eyes on her. It’s finally happening. All my dreams are coming true. And I’m not going to waste a second of it.
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Lana
