by Xyla Turner
“Well, the way your schedule is, you can’t.” I patted him on the chest and said, “Maybe when you find time, you can tend to your other duties. We wouldn’t want them to feel neglected.”
I left that out there and followed Carol inside but not before I heard him murmur, “Fuck me.”
Dinner could be boiled down to Carol asking me all types of personal questions including, why I wanted to be with an older man? A white man? A biker? Where I was from? What my religious beliefs were? My favorite color? My birthdate? Why I moved to Manor? And what I felt about the health care system in America. Hillary or Trump?
It was the most bizarre sibling interview I had ever heard of in my short years of living. With answers she approved of, she nodded and with answers she didn’t, she frowned. Bear would chime in and tell her to pipe down but besides that, he didn’t say much. Bear tried to talk up the facts that I worked two jobs and was doing pretty good for myself, but Carol had her own agenda. I could tell.
I could also tell, it was not in my favor.
When Bear went to clear the dishes, and retrieve dessert, it was our first time alone, so I started off by saying, “It’s so nice to meet you?”
“Cut the act, sweetie. I know you’re here for a reason and I plan to find out why. You won’t get his money if I have anything to do with it. So, you should just go ahead, throw your deck in because I will win this round.”
“Excuse me?” I exclaimed. “What are you talking about?”
“You know damn well what I’m talking about. You won’t use my brother for whatever scam you’re trying to pull. I’ll see to that.”
“I’m not trying to ...”
“Here’s dessert.” Bear interrupted our hushed conversation.
“Ohh,” Carol whined. “My head is throbbing, so I’m going to need some rest right now. Can you walk me up?”
“Sure thing.” He placed the cake pan on the table and said, "I'll be back."
Thirty minutes later, he came downstairs and looked at me before he said, "Seems you made an impression on my sister."
"Really, what'd she say?" I asked.
"Oh, some shit about how she’s excited to get to know you better."
"Ahh, I see."
I debated on whether I should tell him what she said or just leave It alone. I went with the latter because one week did not constitute that he'd devote his undying loyalty to me over his blood sister.
"Well, I should be going." I nodded towards him.
"Dessy?" Bear's bushy eyebrows raised. "You want to leave? She's in bed and out for the night."
"Yeah, I'm a little tired myself." I yawned and it wasn't fake. "Just trying to get some things in order."
He stared at me for a bit, then he pulled me into his body.
"Are you sure?" he asked quietly.
"I'm sure. Enjoy the visit with your sister." I said, "Everybody doesn't have one of those."
My lips touched his hairy cheek and I left with Bear standing there looking after me. When I got in, I texted him to let him know I was home safe and then I went to bed.
Well, I tried to but Carol's words kept ringing in my ear. It was bad enough I had to fight with Bear's insecurities, now his sisters. I didn't want to compete with that at all.
"So, let me get this straight," Kylie repeated. "Bear's sister basically said she was going to end the relationship?"
"Yes," I answered for the fifth time.
"And you don't want me to tell Shay." Her eyebrow raised.
"No," I answered again. "She'll lose it on the lady and plus, I need to fight my own battles, right?"
"Hmm, right." Kylie nodded again. "Okay, Dessy. You have two weeks."
"Wait, what?" I exclaimed.
"You have two weeks to either handle your business with his sister or I'm telling Shay."
"Kylie, that wasn't the deal," I whined.
"Yeah, but shit like this, others need to know. This could be much bigger than you. Believe me, I've learned that the hard way."
"Fine," I sighed. "Just fine."
I got up from the back room to get ready to go on shift. Kylie and I had grown a lot closer since we worked together on the night shift at Peppers. She was best-friends with Shay, so she had to be cool.
After I set up my counter just the way I liked, I lifted my head to see none other than Bear staring at me.
"You having second thoughts?" He did not greet me.
"About?"
"Us," he said as if it was forced from him.
"No!" I exclaimed. "Are you?"
"Fuck, no."
"Then act like it." I swept the rag across the counter. "If I had a brother or sister and they needed to stay at my house, do you know who would be staying in my house too? You. You know who would keep my attention? You. You know who wouldn’t get played second fiddle? You. My family had or has a life before and they will after me. Who do I still want in my life? You."
"You're still mad about our reduced sleepovers?" he asked.
I sighed, threw my rag on the counter and hissed, "It's not about the fucking sleepovers."
Then I turned and left. I was pissed, he was antsy and that was a bad combination for a heated conversation.
"Fuck," he hissed.
When I returned, he was no longer at the bar, but a lot of patrons were. Bear remained there for most of the night, then he left but with instructions for me to text him when I got home.
I almost said, "Fuck Bear."
Almost.
I did text him when I got home and he texted me right back.
Me: I’m home.
Bear: Why are you mad?
Me: I'm not.
Bear: What was that shit earlier
Me: Nothing
Bear: No games little girl
Me: I told you. I put you first Bear.
Bear: You want me to do the same
Me: Yes
Bear: We've been fucking, what – a couple of weeks
Bear: You want me to keep fucking you with my sis here
Bear: I need to take care of my family
Bear: You said you were ready. You take care of me
Bear: On my terms
Bear: You must have forgot
Bear: You there?
Me: Yes
Bear: You forgot
Me: No
Bear: Okay then
Bear: Open the front door
Me: What?
The doorbell rang and it hit me that he wanted me to open the front door because he was here. I put my phone down and raced to open it.
Bear walked in and said, "I need a key to your place."
I nodded my head.
"On your knees."
I dropped to the floor in front of him. "Don't make a single noise, okay?"
I nodded, as Bear unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and dropped his jeans and boxers. He stroked his large, thick cock right in front of me.
"Hands behind your back and all I want you to do is lick my balls. Put them in your mouth, suck on them, but you don't make a sound. Got it."
I nodded my head again as I crawled to him and started to use my tongue to lick his sac. He backed away, causing me to crawl further and suck on another ball sac. He kept moving and after a while, he let his heavy cock fall on my face. It took everything in me not to moan as my clit throbbed with anticipation of him rocking me to sleep.
"You're a naughty little girl, aren't you?" he said. "Should I fuck naughty girls?"
I nodded my head.
Oh God, please.
"I don’t know." He teased me by moving his cock around hovering over my face. "Balls."
My mouth tried to gather one sac in my mouth but that didn't happen quite like I imagined it. His ball sac was huge just like his big dick. He kept stroking it as I kissed my way around his balls, kissing, massaging them with my lips.
"Stand up."
I stood and he instructed, "Get your ass to the bedroom and wait with no clothes on."
My feet sta
rted to move before I could realize what he said. I sat waiting for ten minutes and when he showed up, he had on boxers. When Bear reached my bed, he pulled down his boxers, laid on the bed and said, "Ride me, naughty girl. Let's see those skills."
Oh fuck.
I climbed on Bear's monstrosity of a cock and slowly slide down on him. He slapped my ass and growled, "I said ride it."
Pressing both of my hands on his chest, I lifted my ass and started to shake it all around on him. Up and down, left and right, round and round.
"Oh, darling," Bear murmured. "Holy fuck."
Once I did the skill drill on him, he damn near lost his mind. That was the rapid bouncing of my ass on his hard cock without stopping for minutes at a time.
"Bounce it, darling," Bear kept chanting. "Oh, bounce that ass."
Ah, he liked that.
A lot.
"I'm cumming," he whispered. "Where you want it?"
I leaned down so I could be in his ear and bounced harder, when I replied, "Wherever you want it, daddy."
Bear slapped my ass hard twice before he grabbed it and pressed into me as he exploded with his face in between my breasts.
"Fucking girl," he whispered. "Going to be the death of me."
I kissed his forehead and countered, "Or the life."
He stilled and held onto me until he passed out on the bed.
The next morning, Bear was up and ready to leave when I opened my eyes.
"No breakfast?" I groggily asked.
"Got to run, sweetheart," Bear answered, when he leaned down on the bed. "But I'll call or text you later, okay?"
I nodded as he kissed my forehead.
"Thanks," I called as he was about to leave my room.
Bear turned and said, "For what?"
"For coming over last night. We missed that." I smiled.
He laughed and said, "That's right. Your wet kitty and friends."
I nodded.
"Tell her to stay wet," he said.
"She's always wet around you," I replied as my hand slid down to rub on her.
"Fuck, Dessy," Bear growled. "I got to go."
"Go, Bear. I can take care of her." My fingers rubbed over my nub and I let a moan escape.
The man was holding on to the door post when he said, "Fuck me."
He turned around, unbuckled his pants, kicked them off and climbed on top of me as I opened my legs wide for him. Bear entered me and didn't stop fucking the shit out of me until he came in me again.
"That kitty was nice and wet," he said as he pulled up his pants. "That should hold her until next time."
I was in too much of a daze to even counter that argument. Bear kissed me again on the cheek, this time and said, "Yeah, close your eyes sweetheart. Just fucked you back to sleep."
He sure did.
6 - She’s Mine
BEAR
"Bear, you looked tired as shit, man," Razor noted when we were all at the compound eating lunch. “I’m the one with a small child.”
"I am fucking tired."
"Let me guess, that young pussy keeping you busy," Shiz commented.
My eyes turned to him and he immediately raised his hands and moved to the other side of the counter as Bronx and Razor laughed.
"What the fuck is wrong with that youngin?" I asked. "Swear to God, he don't know what to say out of his fucking mouth."
"He's young," Razor commented.
I grunted.
Razor and Bronx were brothers but they were like real brothers with or without the Guardians. I tried to mind my business and live my life and not be overly involved with anybody else's shit. However, Bronx was married to Shay, so in many aspects, I was involved.
"So, here's the scenario fellas and for once in my goddamn life, I don't know how to play it."
"All ears," Bronx said and Razor nodded.
“What are y’all over here gossiping about?” Apollo joined us at the counter.
“Women,” Razor answered. “Well, Bear at this point.”
Apollo looked at me and asked, “Heard you made the move. Nice. What’s the deal?”
"As you know, Dessy and I have been kicking it for a little over a month now. It’s been fucking crazy. Like, never in my life did I think I'd wake up to purple pillow cases and lilac bedspreads and shit. She makes me fucking crazy and has blown all of my rules and even my way of life out of the water. I wanted us to just play, but it’s so good now, I want it to stay that way. Well, my sister is lonely and shit, so she’s moved in with me. I guess, she’s getting older and wanting to be close to me, her only family. She wanted to meet Dessy and I could tell Dessy didn't think it went well, despite my sister saying she enjoyed her company. I told Dessy, we'd have to spend less time together and she gets pissed. She heeds my word, but she's pissed and I don't like seeing her like that. So, I'm trying to play double duty and spend time with her while helping my sister along." I took a sip of beer. "I'm sure I fucked up somewhere but I thought I'd get another opinion."
"Ouch," Bronx said. "I'm an only child, so I don't have a reference point but I will say this. If I told Shay I was putting someone and I mean anyone before her, she might suffocate me in my sleep." He nodded. "Well, that's putting it mildly."
"Yeah, brother." Razor shook his head. "Women don't like that shit. Sisters or potentials. It speaks about your priorities. You guys are so new, that testing those waters like that could be the end of you. She may think you're weak and I think that is one of the reasons she’s so taken by you. You are who you are and make no apologies for it. At the same time, helping your sister seems like a valid concern. She is your sister after all and she also doesn't want to play second fiddle either. Especially to some younger woman who may not be in your life in the next year or so."
“Yeah, I had that happen when I tried to tell Lori I needed to focus on a job while she was thinking I should be focused on her. She told me to focus on the job and when I had the time to include her, then and only then should I bring my ass back to her. Needless to say, women don’t take that shit kindly.
"Right," I agreed as I secretly hoped that wasn't the case.
The truth was, I shouldn't have had to make a choice. The other truth was that Dessy had the potential to be my future, whatever that meant.
We were all at Peppers that night because the guys wanted to hear this popular band play and I just wanted to see Dessy. I even convinced my sister to join me and have some fun.
Half way through the night, I went to go check up on Dessy but stopped when I overheard one of the locals trying to get her number. After she refused, he said, "So, it's true you are with Bear Claws?"
"Excuse me?" she snapped back as she threw the rag down on the counter.
"You heard me. What the fuck you want with him? He's damn-near old enough to be your pops. Why settle when you can have someone that actually has stamina?"
She must have had a stool or something behind the bar, because my girl grew inches when she leaned over the counter and said, "Who the fuck are you? What do you know about Bear and his dick? You must not have heard the stories correctly. Stamina is not a problem. He’s long, thick and knows what to do with a big cock. You," she pointed at him and turned her lip up in disgust, "don't even know how to talk to a woman, forget fuck one to sleep. Fuck off. I'll stick with my Bear."
My Bear?
She jumped down, grabbed her rag and went to the other side of the bar.
"Your loss." The asshole shrugged.
"Nope, that's your loss." I came up behind him.
His eyes grew wide as he scrambled away. There was no point of bashing his face in since Dessy just crushed his whole soul. That would hurt worse than anything I could do physically. She didn't return to that area for a while, but I waited for her. Dessy's words kept churning through me as the song, Blurred Lines by Robin Thicke, played in the background.
Dessy saw me and that priceless smile spread over her face. The woman was beautiful and should be dating some pop star or ac
tor but here she was talking about 'her bear’.
When she reached me, I pulled her over the counter, so she could sit on it, then wrapped my hand around the back of her neck, so I could kiss her sweet lips.
There was no plan in my head when I did this but I just wanted to touch her, feel her, reassure her. She’d picked right.
The kiss took over and our lips, teeth and tongues were moving between our two mouths. Open, exposed, and loving it. The music continued and then the jeering grew louder.
"Awe shit, Bear. Way to go. Good catch." I barely heard them but I realized I had to pull away.
Our foreheads were touching when I whispered against her lips, "My house when you get off tonight. I have something for you."
"Okay, Bear." She nodded. "Are you sure?"
"Positive, sweetheart."
Her fingers grabbed my ears right before she kissed me again. When we finished, she said, "Yes, daddy."
Fuck.
She knew that one got me going. I hadn't claimed her, collared her or anything. I was thinking it was bigger than this but I just did not know how big.
Dessy went back to work and I returned back to my table where my sister had suddenly fallen ill.
"Carol, I can have one of the guys take you home," I informed her.
"What? I don't know any of them," she countered.
"But I do. You're in good hands." I left the conversation there as I went to find one of the prospects.
Carol went home with Jared while I waited for Dessy. My chest was pounding hard as I anticipated her finally getting off. I almost told Big Joey to let her off but she was in her element. Schmoozing while they boozed and collecting her tips.
“Alright, brothers. It's time for my departure.” I nodded at Shiz, Snoop and Dash.
Most of the other guys had left or were with a lady if not their own. The sound of footsteps came up behind me as I stood up and dropped some bills on the table.
“Are you my ride?” the familiar voice asked.
Dessy was behind me with her bag over her shoulder.
“Oh yeah, sweetheart. I am most definitely your ride.”
“Fuck,” Shiz whispered.
“Goddamn, Bear.” Dash whistled.
She sidled up to me and I grabbed a chunk of her ass.
“Mmm, hey boys.” She waved at my brothers. “Can't stay to chat. Thanks for keeping him company.”