Goldie Locks and the Three Brothers Bear

by Pumpkin Spice

  “So this is your poison?” He took his glass from me.

  I raised my shoulders to my ears and felt my entire body light up. “Just wait and you’ll understand why.”

  He gently tipped the rim of his V-shaped glass toward mine. “To swanky sipping.”

  I watched him take the first sip. His face puckered, and he quickly shook his head. “It’s a bit tart.”

  “I think Snow uses a sweet-and-sour mix to mask the taste of the alcohol.”

  Hayden took another sip. His eyebrows furrowed, and his face pulled in like a balloon when it loses air. “What’s wrong with the taste of alcohol?”

  I leaned my head back and laughed. “The better quality the vodka, the better the ‘tini. But I’m not thinking that any of the seven businessmen of this tavern are going to let Snow buy the good stuff so she uses cheap vodka.”

  Hayden held the glass toward me. “You want mine?”

  I shook my head. “Oh, no. Once an Appletini is started it must be finished.”

  He rolled his eyes. “Let me guess, something you and Rapunzel created?”

  “No, it’s just bad luck to not finish your drink.”

  When Hayden laughed, his delicious bare chest, which was fully on display, shook, and his toned, muscular six-pack looked better than anything, anywhere.

  “Bad luck?”

  I tilted my head. “You don’t know. Maybe it is.”

  Hayden threw back the rest of his Appletini and slapped his thigh. “Damn! That is some bad shit.” He took his glass, reached out from beneath the table and set it on top. “Good thing you and your girlfriends like that drink because there’s no man in Amāre that’ll drink that.”

  I smiled, and my voice suddenly softened. “But you did.”

  Hayden’s soulful brown eyes warmed back at me. “Goldie, I’d do anything for you.”

  “Anything?”

  He sighed. “Yes. Anything.”

  “Would you catch a kangaroo for me?”

  He smiled. “Yes.”

  “Would you catch a shooting star for me?”

  He nodded. “Yes.”

  “How about the moon, Hayden?” I finished the rest of my drink and placed the glass besides his on table above us. “Would you catch the moon for me?”

  Suddenly and without warning he swept me up into his arms and embraced me. “Goldie, now you’re speaking my language. I’ve been after the man in the moon for a long time.”

  I could barely breathe. I nodded against him.

  “You see, I think he’s made of cheese.”

  I smiled.

  “And I like cheese. And I like you,” he said with his face inches from mine. “So I’d gladly catch a kangaroo for you and capture a thousand stars so you could have a thousand wishes. But maybe,” he said as he leaned in for a kiss, “we could capture the man in the moon together?”

  His mouth met mine in a deep, wonderful, passionate kiss.

  “I’d like that,” I said with my mouth next to his. “Because then really I would have everything.”

  “Goldie, I will give you everything you’ve ever wanted, and there’ll probably be times I’ll give you things you don’t want, like an accidental fat lip and bruised wrists.”

  I shook my head. “Bring on the bruised wrists. And I’ll install a doorbell.”

  He leaned his head against mine. “So we’re good?”

  I grinned with a laugh. “Hayden, we’re better than good. We’re amazing.”

  “I think so,” he said with a confidence that made his chest expand before me. “Cinder Ella may have her prince, but Goldie Locks found her Bear.”

  “Yes, I did.” I kissed him, and it felt like our souls connected.

  “You’re the one,” he said softly in my ear. “It’s always been you.”

  I leaned into him, and his tongue glided across my earlobe and lingered to nibble. His passion ignited a fire inside me that no man had ever kindled. I wanted more. My thighs trembled in anticipation. Yes.

  I arched toward him and inhaled his scent of spice, timber, and evergreen. I wanted to rip off the rest of his clothes and climb his masculine body, mounting every inch that now flexed before me as he held me in his arms and gently, passionately played upon my neck. Faster, harder, more. But he took his time, sparking a flame that continued to grow with every touch, sending a shock wave reaction throughout my body with every touch.

  Suddenly he stopped.

  “I came here to report on a bar fight, so I still don’t have a condom.” His hand came up to wipe his face when I stopped it mid-stream.

  “I do.” I reached toward the trash can where my purse slung from the side and fished it off with my finger.

  Hayden smiled. “Then what are you waiting for, woman? Take off your clothes.”

  I giggled, slid off my jacket and unbuttoned my coral blouse and tossed them both to the floor. My hair fell out of its pony tail and cascaded down my bare back.

  “You’re beautiful.”

  I stopped undressing beneath the oak table, and time stood still. I stared at Hayden, and Hayden stared at me. For a moment neither of us did anything but gaze into each other's eyes.

  “So did you ever imagine that we’d end up here when we first met?” I said.

  “Getting naked with you under a table in a tavern?” He shook his head. “No, I definitely didn’t see that one coming.”

  I rolled his eyes. “Not that. You know what I mean. Us.”

  Hayden gently reached for my hands. “Goldie, the first time I heard your voice, my mind went here. I wondered what it would be like to be with you like this.” He paused. “Maybe not in a tavern, under a table.” He smiled. “But when I heard your voice, I imagined this moment. And then I had to know who had claimed me simply by speaking into my earpiece.”

  Never before had my heart opened so widely and felt so full at the same time. It overflowed with an abundance that I knew would never run dry.

  “I like you, too.”

  “Oh, I passed the ‘Like Street’ a long time ago,” he said.

  It wasn’t possible for me to be happier. I leaned over kissed him gently and unzipped my jeans. Hayden pulled on the pant legs until they were off me. He threw them behind us.

  “Nice. I’ve always wanted candle wax stains on my jeans,” I said.

  He reached for the center of my lilac bra where it clasped. “It’ll match your belt burns.”

  I giggled. I wanted to stand before him in my lacy bra and black panties, but since standing wasn’t an option I knelt before him. My nipples were taut, and my breasts were ripe for the taking. And my God, how I wanted him to take them.

  He unclasped my bra, and my full breasts partially bounded out of their constraints. Lace lingered just along the edge of my nipple. I looked at my half-exposed breast and back up at him and smiled. He rolled the straps off each shoulder until the bra fell to the ground behind me.

  His calloused hands slowly moved down the sides of my body grazing my breasts and peaked nipples. His hands cupped their shaped, while his thumb traced my areola and gently rubbed my nipple. It was an intoxicating combination and a hypotonic hit to the senses. I tilted my head back lost in the moment, but just as soon as I was in euphoric bliss he moved further down my body. He seemed to be physically memorizing the outline of my body, the contours of my curves, the low dip that led to the promise of fulfillment we hadn’t been able to enjoy the other night. I wanted him to stake it, claim it, and own it.

  My clit was peaked, ready to be touched, sucked, or whatever he wanted to do. I had to have him inside me, and the longer he made me wait the more my hunger for him grew.

  Hayden took off his boots quickly.

  “Impressive,” I said.

  “Some ER nurse taught me the value of prompt clothes removal,” he said and then drew me into him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, waiting for the green light, waiting for him to pull back his belt buckle, unzip his jeans, and let the beast that I felt pressed hard against m
e come out of hibernation.

  My body throbbed, and I ached with a pounding pulse that couldn't be ignored. I pressed into his jeans with hot, wet radiated heat that needed release. I glided my tongue across his bare chest and flicked each nipple until they stood at attention along with his cock. I reached down and dipped my hand into his jeans, grabbed his cock, and gave it a good, tight tug. I reached for his belt and zipper, and within seconds his cock sprang before me with a rich, thick, full head and ridged edges. I oozed knowing he would fulfill and satisfy me and my every desire, and right now my desire was to lick the drop of cum on the tip of his cock.

  I shimmed down him and took a long, meaningful lick. He tasted bittersweet. I placed him in my mouth and started to live out every fantasy I had that began and ended with being with a man that not only loved me, but also loved satisfying me. Add to it one that had a huge, pleasing cock, and Hayden was a fantasy come true.

  I jerked his cock with my hand and coated it with my mouth until it dripped with saliva before I reached into my purse, ripped open the condom and rolled it down his cock. Hayden looked at me.

  “You were in charge of dessert last time,” I said. “I figure it’s my turn to pay it forward.”

  He grinned.

  He started to finger me, but I lay down on the hardwood floor and directed him inside me. I gasped, and he groaned.

  “Deeper,” I said as I surrendered and he took over.

  I clamped down on him and wouldn't let go while he moved deeper inside me. With each thrust I rubbed my clit in perfect rhythm with him. The combination paired with having sex under the table in the tavern spiked my arousal to levels I had never imagined. I gushed and his cock exploded, and together we erupted into multiple orgasms.

  “Well, that was fast, furious, and probably over with too quickly for both of us,” he said in my ear.

  “Yes, but neither of us got burned by candle wax in the process,” I said.

  “True.”

  “Nor did I end up with a swollen lip, wrist burns, or any damage to my home,” I said with my mouth pressed against his cheek. “So really it’s a win-win.”

  Hayden leaned up, looked into my eyes and smiled. “You’re right,” he said and moved a piece of hair off my face. “By finishing that nasty drink, our luck has turned.”

  I smiled.

  “And, Goldie,” he said with a kiss, “it’s only going to get better.”

  It felt like I was floating on air as I cuddled beside my favorite Bear of them all and fell asleep with dreams of happily ever after.

  The End

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