He doesn't respond to my question. The second wall of man in leather and denim steps up to the door that I'd just closed. He twists the knob and opens it for me to enter. "We can't have nonmembers roaming around our clubhouse. You could find yourself in more trouble than you're ready for."
The way he stretches out trouble has the hair on my neck standing, and my backbone tingles again. Bear said he was protecting me. I never thought he'd need to keep me safe from his own club members.
Without argument, I step back in the door and wait for it to close behind me before I drop my stuff to the floor and crawl back in under the covers. It's cold in the room, but five seconds in bed with Bear has me warm again.
His eyes are still closed, and he hasn't moved, but his breathing has changed, and I know he witnessed what just happened.
"You didn't tell me your friends were so accommodating," I say over my shoulder as I turn with my back to his chest.
Bear grunts, acting all sleepy and oblivious before he grounds out his answer. "They are following orders."
"Yours?"
"The whole club's." He scoots closer until the heat from his chest consumes me. I wish he'd back away, but Bear is playing a game and getting me off guard is part of his plan, I'm sure.
I'm not going to let him see how unnerved I am by his closeness. "Is it necessary to have guards posted at your bedroom door?"
A warm current of air blows across the back of my neck seconds before a heavy arm falls right over my lower abdomen. Fuck. If Bear wanted to throw me off balance, that move succeeded.
"If you left here and the Devil's found you, we'd look like the a-holes who couldn't keep one of their women protected."
"Your women?" The words stick in my throat and come out hoarsely. I'm struck with images of wearing Bear's leather vest and sitting on the back of his Harley. Does he even ride a Harley? I've never seen him wear a vest or ride a bike, but I can see it all as clear as if it were happening in front of me.
Bear's arm clinches around my lower abdomen, and he pulls me back into him. For the second time in the same night, I feel his appreciation for me digging into my lower back. To my surprise, the sensation makes my sex pulse, and my panties are damp with need within seconds.
"I think you know by what I think about you."
"I have a good feeling, I do." I laugh, though it comes out harsh instead of humorous.
His mouth is at the base of my neck. "Then you know I want to make sure no man gets their hands on you."
"Oh. I'm pretty sure that isn't going to happen."
"I'm making sure." He reaches for my shoulder and turns me until I'm on my back and staring into his brown eyes. "Do you know how many members wanted to claim you the second you walked in our front door yesterday?"
"No." I nod, not remembering anyone standing out but Doc, and the guy they call Gunner.
"More than a few," he grunts.
"Well. I'm not interested. I came here to find you and understand what happened to my brother. That's it."
Bear smiles, and for a second, though brief, I see the kindness he keeps hidden behind those intimidating stares and that locked jaw. Underneath it all, he's really just a teddy bear more than a big brown grizzly.
"That's not how it works here, angel. You don't do the choosing. That's why the guards are there. As much as to keep you in as to keep everyone else out."
I scrunch up my lips at him and frown. "That's not how it works in my world. We don't live in caves anymore. I have a say in who I'm interested in."
"And that is why you are safest here with me. Because you don't have a say and you refuse to understand why. This isn't your world, Bree. This is mine. In here, the club rules are the law, and you are a prize for whoever claims you first."
An intense wave of fear makes my stomach flip so fast, I'm dizzy. I'm wrapped in Bear's arms, the safest place in the whole clubhouse, maybe in the city, but those few words of his have me worried.
This isn't my world, and my rules don't apply here. Maybe the same can be said for Bear. What obligation is he under to tell me what I really need to know about David? What would keep him from lying to me about what really happened? I'm property here more than I'm a human with human beings' feelings. Maybe this whole mission to find Jordan and hear from his mouth why my brother may have taken his own life was all a wild goose chase, to begin with.
If I were smart, even slightly level-headed enough to see reason, I'd be out of this bed and on my way downstairs to call a cab or an Uber. I'm in over my head already. The longer I stay, the harder it's going to be to detach from this world and enter back into my own. If Bear truly wanted to protect me, he'd make sure I got out of the clubhouse and town safe.
But then Bear moves behind me, and his smell reaches my nose again, and I'm reminded of how I snuggled into his covers for a nap only a few hours ago. I was sure this was the place for answers. I was sure this man with the impenetrable outside would open up to help me understand my own loss. I close my eyes and nestle my head into the bicep Bear slides under my cheek.
Then again, maybe I want more from Bear than just answers. Maybe, I'm hoping for a way out of my pain—an escape route. If anyone could understand how lost I feel losing David, I think it would be the man holding on to me like I'm his savior from whatever terrors keep him closed off.
That connection between us...that twisted web we're both caught in together makes Bear the safest place for me to find comfort.
I breathe deeply, letting my body melt into his knowing Bear is the only man who can take away my pain, even for a little while, and I've reached the point in my suffering that I'll do just about anything to feel that relief.
Even if it's only for a little while.
5
Bear
I've fought off the urges to take Bree for longer than I thought possible. She's tangled up in my body. Her one leg is kicked back, so her calf is resting between mine, and her foot is sliding along the side of my ankle. Her lower thigh cups my cock like a damn invitation. Fuck. I'm sure there is a better way to describe it, but my brain is too busy memorizing every single inch of Bree to think of pretty words.
I have to have her. It's not a primal urge, though the relentless desire is there, mixed in with the need to keep her safe. She has to stay away from the other members who wouldn't understand how vulnerable she is to me. How special. We have a connection. I know it the second she mentioned David, it all came rushing in.
If she's come running to me for help and not her brother...I don't even want to think about what has happened to him. I may have been the muscle in our rag-tag unit overseas, but David was the brains. He always stood at the front of danger with me, putting himself in undue harm for the good of his brothers. He always had a plan. One the whole unit would agree to just because it was his. It made us all feel like risking our lives meant something, even if we couldn't be sure what that meaning was.
The day we raided a small migrant camp, David was the one who first said something felt off. He didn't want to push the villagers. He had a sixth sense for trouble, and he admitted we should defy orders and leave.
I was the one that didn't listen. I put my command over the good of my men, and I marched us all right into that massacre.
Bree's hand slips over my chest, and I'm brought back to her. Her palm is warm on my skin from where she's tucked it in under my shirt. The green in her eyes is broken up by flecks of gold I hadn't seen before, but this close, they shimmer, and I'm mesmerized. It's almost enough to take my mind off the memory, still fogging up my brain.
Bree is as close as I've come to salvation in years, and I want that relief so badly I've almost done terrible things to find it.
Terrible things that wouldn't have ended as sweetly as having her warming my bed.
"Bear." Her voice is soft. Hearing my name on her lips has me hard all over again. "What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing." I shake my head and reach for the hair that has fallen over her foreh
ead. I brush it back behind her ear and realize my mistake the second the jasmine scent of her wafts over to my nose.
I haven't had a woman in my bed in so long, I'd almost forgotten their sweet smells, and soft curves, and how they can stoke the past away with a single touch. I pull Bree up in both of my arms until she has to angle her face upward to see me. Her mouth slightly parts open, and I'm lost in my desire to explore the depths of her.
My lips are on hers, and the small moan from the back of her throat has me darting my tongue through her slit to taste her sweetness. I've been dreaming about this moment since she first walked into my bedroom.
It's heaven just as I'd imagined. All warm and slick and tasting of Bree. I don't think I'll ever be able to pull myself away from the heaven I've found deep in Bree's mouth until she rolls closer and wraps one solid thigh around my legs, and her core heat penetrates down to my cock.
I am fucking wild for her.
My hands explore her soft curves, cupping her tight ass cheeks and squeezing until she gives me another moan, this time on my tongue. It's intoxicating bliss the way she responds to my body. Drunken power that drowns out the constant hum of my subconscious. She's the balm to my wounds I've needed for years but hadn't allowed myself to have.
Then she pushes her hand to my chest and our mouths part. I'm about to protest when her eyes lock on mine, and she climbs up onto me until her knees squeeze into my ribs and her soaked panties clutch around my cock.
"Bree," I whisper. I don't even recognize the voice. I've never sounded so desperate in my life. My hands wrap around her hips, and I lift her slightly and bring her back down while thrusting myself upward. I want her to feel all of me. I want her to know what she's getting herself into straddling my cock the way she is. "If this isn't what you want, you need to get off of me now."
My voice breaks. If Bree had any idea the restraint it is taking to give her a choice, she'd be afraid. I'm on single threads of humanity, about to break into nothing but pure animal instinct, when she slowly nods her head and curls her fingers under her tank top and lifts.
My fingers land on smooth skin as I run my hands up her ribs before reaching the fabric of her bra and sliding it upward. The way her breasts bound free makes my dick jerk under her. I can't hold back from sitting up to taste her nipples. One at a time, I stick my tongue out to lick along her pink flesh before pulling the tight little knob into my mouth and flicking it back and forth with my tongue until Bree throws her head back and a second wave of heat penetrates my boxers from her wet clit.
She reaches for my chest to steady herself and digs her fingers into my sides, barely holding herself steady as I move on to the second perfectly tight breast. I want to taste all of her, but when Bree can't take much more of my mouth playing with her, she undulates her hips, and I'm so hard I feel my head searching for an escape route and seeking out her heat.
With her next moan, I lift her with my hands circling her hips and drop her down beside me. I don't give her time to think before I slip my cock free with one hand and pull at her shorts and panties together with the others.
Bree lays back on the pillow. Her hair splayed out around her, and her eyes closed. The tension in her face eases a fraction when I run my finger along her soaked folds to open her lips to me. She's so damn hot and ready to come, my plan to taste her falls to my desire to fill myself slide through those stick walls until she can take no more of me.
I place my tip at her opening and lean in to kiss her, hoping Bree will open those pretty eyes and let me watch her expression as I plummet into her.
She obeys my silent command, and within seconds I'm deep inside her, and her eyes are wide. Fuck. I don't know if it's been too long for me, or if Bree is new to this all, but her walls clench around me, and I'm almost ready to shoot off.
"Do you like it, Baby?" I say, cupping her chin between my thumb and finger. "Do you like me inside you?"
Bree nods. I'm sure by the way her lips part, she's about to say something, but I pull out and thrust in again, and the only sound that leaves her lips is incoherent. She's as lost as I am. I thrust harder, taking my time to slide out, slowing before pounding hard inside again. Ever time I hit her inner core, she makes the sweetest sound in her throat, and it takes a fucking eternity to pull out and do it all over again.
If that sound was the last thing I ever heard before eating a bullet, I'd die a happy man already in a heaven of my own making.
"Jordan," she whispers, clutching my chest hair in her hand and yanking. "I…" her voice breaks, and her back arches off the bed, pushing her harder into my cock. I know what's coming, and I feel my own building in power.
"That's my girl," I whisper to her, not wanting to miss a second of that breathy soft moan on her lips.
She clinches harder until I'm sure she's pulling my hair out by the roots, but the pain is nothing compared to how hard it is holding back until I feel her squeeze around me, and she all but screams my name into the pillow beside her.
Watching her come is the single most beautiful act I've ever witnessed, and I'm shooting off inside her in unison with her screams.
Once I've pumped myself dry, and her walls stop spasming around me, I pull out and fall to the bed beside her. I've never worked so hard to hold back in my life. I've never really cared who came first or how hard. But, watching Bree come undone is like taking the first hit of heroin.
I know I shouldn't have started, but now that I have, I'll never stop. No matter how dangerous she is for me or me for her.
Bree is my new drug of choice, and I'm sure I'll do just about anything to ensure she stays in my life forever. One night and I don't think I can live without her. One hit and I'm hers forever.
Fuck. Bree.
Just Fuck.
Bree
Gunner is serving me eggs and toast from behind the bar, and Bear is at my side when Doc strolls into the large lobby area from the outside door.
I'm sore as hell from last night, and I smile at the thought. What I thought would be a one and done performance last night turned into three rounds with Bear, all with their own district moments of pleasure.
The first time he took me was so fast and hard, I didn't have time to think much past the irresistible pull of having him inside me. My brain couldn't form words, and my body could only follow his lead.
The second time, Bear was much more thorough. He spent his time examining my entire body, inch by inch with his fingertips, then his tongue until he moved to my clit, and the world went fuzzy again. This was the longest of our rounds with Bear teasing me to the brink before pulling out and making me wait an agonizing amount of time while he explored my body again.
Thinking of the third time, early this morning just before the dawn light reached his bedroom windows, makes me blush and smile at the same time. The third was more passionate than wild, and with our bodies in sync with each other's rhythm, I came harder than if Bear had just fucked me raw.
There is a unique link between us now, after last night. A relationship that has bonded us in a way I can't explain yet, but by the way Bear held my hand all the way down the hallway and to the bar, I know he feels it too.
"Your car is about ready." Doc grunts while throwing a nod to Gunner. "Give the boys another hour to finish up, and then you can be on your way."
On my way? After last night, I don't plan on going anywhere today. I've just peeled back the first layer of Bear’s armor. I'm closer than ever to finding out why David would have taken his own life. "I'm not in a rush," I say, reaching for Bear's hand.
He takes my small hand into his larger one and brings the tips of my fingers to his mouth to kiss it. "Thanks for the update, Doc. When her car is ready, have one of the prospects bring it to the clubhouse. Give Scout the job. He's growing on me."
Doc grunts something unrecognizable, but both Gunner and Bear nod their understanding.
"Why is he like that?" I ask once Doc is out of earshot.
Gunner's the one who l
eans in over the counter to answer. "Ignore him. We're all a little off our rockers the reason this group was created in the first place. Doc sees himself as the guardian of the gate, so to speak. That's how he got his name. He's always watching out for everyone else. Patching them up. Fixing their problems. It doesn't leave him much time for self-reflection on his own issues."
"And I'm an outsider," I add, saying what I know they are both thinking.
Gunner nods. "It's nothing personal." He glances over to a table of girls half strung out and sitting in chairs or on the laps of men with leather vests. "The sweet butts can be controlled. They'll do anything we say just to stay in our good graces. You”...he trails off and laughs.
"You're a wild card," Bear answers with a grin. I'm sure I see appreciation in the way he looks down at me, and his cheeks puff around his upturned mouth. "Doc's leary of the unknown. Almost scares him."
I've never been called a wild anything. It's exciting to realize these men, these untamed and unruly bikers think of me like a dark horse. Fearing me makes a tingle of warmth run down my back, and the new panties Bear scored for me from Everly's room are already wet from the thought.
I still don't know why David ended his life, but I'm beginning to understand why he sent me here.
To Bear.
I've never felt so protected or appreciated in my life. It's intoxicating. I can tell by the way Bear keeps a hand on me at all times, he feels the same. He's claiming me in front of his brother's. Even though the whole idea of being someone's property is repulsive, being Bear's has a bit of a thrill attached.
When Gunner leaves the bar, and we're left alone again, I run my hand along Bear's shoulder. "About last night…" I start, but my mouth goes dry, and I'm tongue-tied.
He turns to face me. His knees have mine trapped between them, and his thick hands land on the outsides of my thighs. "What about it?"
"I just wanted you to know." I swallow. Why this is so hard to say, I don't know, but the words keep sticking. "I didn't sleep with you just to get what I wanted." I glance at the girls at the tables. "I'm not…"
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