by Xyla Turner
She nodded.
“Well, I’ll leave you two alone for now,” she announced as she made a quick exit.
“Come here,” I called to her.
When she was within arms-length, I nabbed her and brought her down so she was sitting on my lap. Grabbing her hand, I placed it on my chest and said, “Do you feel that? Do you feel how fast it’s beating right now? How excited and shocked I am that you’re giving me the one thing that I didn’t even know I wanted until you came along? Forgive me, love. Don’t hate me like this. Were you ever going to tell me?”
When she turned to look at me with unshed tears in her eyes, she sobbed, “I could never hate you, Bear. I would have told you. I just …”
“Then what’s with this shit,” I waved my hand around. “Why couldn’t you tell me?”
Dessy sighed and said, “I didn’t want to get your hopes up just yet. The doctor seemed to be certain that I’d be fine and would make it, but I didn’t want to get you all excited and then have a miscarriage.”
I shook my head and said, “Then we’d try again, sweetheart.”
“Bear,” she whined. “We’re not even together.”
“Oh yes, we are,” I clarified. “You might be mad at me but you’re the only woman in my life. The only woman I love with all my heart, my soul and my mind. The one who gave me purpose and now the one who’ll give me an offspring. You bet your ass we’re together.”
“We’re not, Bear.” She shook her head.
“We are.” I kissed her cheek. “We really are.”
My hand rubbed her stomach as my fingers expanded to cover the entire span of the smooth skin. I was going to be a father again and my heart was overjoyed. I thought about my little girl, Grace, who had passed away and I realized that I wanted another chance. Another opportunity to be the best father I could be with someone that I loved, adored and honored.
This was it and fuck if her attitude was going to get in my way. She didn’t know what a bear on the hunt was like but she was about to find out.
“Bear, I’m going to work,” Dessy argued the next day. “I don’t care what you say.”
I was standing in front of the door with my arms crossed.
“Sweetness, I’m not saying you can’t go to work but what I’m saying is inventory, stock, or anything heavy you won’t be doing. I’ve already contacted Big Joey and Bronx to pass along the fact that you’re not lifting shit. I got your hours, so I’ll be dropping you off and picking you up. Are we clear?”
“We are not clear, Bear.” Dessy started walking toward me. “We are most certainly not clear.”
She was in my face.
“You think because you’re all big and bad, I’m supposed to be scared of you?” she asked.
“No, I don’t ever want you to be scared of me. I want you to love me, sweetheart. More importantly, I want you to know that I have your best interests at heart. This is me, doing that. I’m not trying to be a beast, I just want you and our baby safe and sound,” I reminded her.
“We’re fine.” She nodded. “Now, can we go so I’m not late.”
“Sure.” I pulled her to my body but she tensed up.
She wasn’t ready yet.
Fuck.
I rubbed my nose against hers and let her go.
“Come on.” I smacked her ass and she smacked me right back on the arm.
This went on for another two weeks. She didn’t go out of her way to have conversations with me, ate in the guest room and wouldn’t join me in the living room ever. At night, if I knocked on her door, she’d answer in a tied-up robe and kept our conversations short. Doctor’s appointments were coming and neither of us had been out for fun in a while.
Finally, we went out with everyone because Shay texted me and say, “Time for y’all to breathe.”
She was right.
I grabbed a few beers with Razor, Bronx and Apollo; who were all uber in love and I was too.
“What’s up with you, Bear?” Apollo asked in a low voice.
Knowing, he meant what was up with me and Dessy, I answered, “Complicated.”
“How so?” Bronx chimed in.
Razor’s head turned toward the conversation so I said, “This goes nowhere because it’s not news yet or official. Dessy is pregnant and I’ve sort of told her she was staying with me after she passed out on me. Now, the thing is, she’s still pissed at me. Like, not together, sleeping in the guest room, won’t let me touch her, pissed.” The men all whistled. “Yeah, exactly.”
“Fuck, man.” Razor shook his head.
“Damn. That’s some harsh shit.” Apollo’s head reared back with his eyebrows up.
“Man, I’m telling you,” Bronx interjected. “You got to turn the tables on her. Get her away from all of this shit and to a place where there’s nothing but you and her. I’m telling you; it does wonders.”
The other guys shook their head.
“When Shay and I went on our honeymoon, we connected on such a greater level because there was nothing but me and her. Shit we hadn’t even addressed yet. We were both at a place where we could hear the other. That is now our official way to do our counseling shit. Go away.”
“It’s true,” Apollo chimed in. “Lori and I unraveled more shit on our honeymoon and I’m glad we did. Emotional health is big with us.”
“You may be on to something, man.” I thought about it. “When you guys were gone, she said she wanted to travel to Europe and see all the attractions. I could do that. I got to check in with Carol, who is doing a lot better these days, so I might be able to take a couple of weeks to go away.”
“Works wonders,” Razor nodded.
“Thanks, man. I’ll do that.”
That night, when we went to bed, she said goodnight and closed her door. I spent my night getting myself off to our picture in my phone. She took it one night when we were at Peppers and she was sitting on my lap.
Suddenly, she said, “Let’s take a picture.”
“Nah,” I whined but she grabbed my phone anyway.
“Come on.” She laughed. “Don’t be a grouchy Bear.”
“Fine.” I pulled her closer to me.
“Okay, smile.” She extended her arm out and snapped a few. “Okay, last one.”
Then she turned and kissed me; catching me off guard.
That was the picture I had of her lips on mine and my entire body responding to her. It responded now in the same way. Happened every time I saw the picture.
The next week, Shay helped me gather some of Dessy’s shit together for our trip. She already had her passport, which was a bonus and I had everything booked. The doctor said it was okay for her to travel so we were on our way.
“Bear, where are we going?” she finally asked me when we passed the city limits and drove into Harrisburg.
“Taking a trip,” I answered.
“A trip where?” She turned toward me.
“It’s a surprise.” I smiled.
She didn’t say anything until we pulled up to the airport and put the car in long-term parking.
“Bear, where are we going?” she asked again. “Don’t say a trip or surprise.”
“Sweetheart, we’re going on a trip, okay.” I pulled her luggage from the back of the truck, along with mine. “It’s a two-week trip and I’ve cleared it with the doctor, your cousin, your jobs and your mother. Well, your cousin cleared it with your mom.”
“Two weeks?” Her eyes grew. “Where?”
I locked up the truck and started toward the shuttle. Her feet started following me and I kept going to keep from answering too much. When it was time to get our boarding passes from the kiosk, I had to give it to her and she nearly passed out.
“Italy?” she exclaimed. “Bear, we’re going to Italy?”
“Well, that’s our first stop, in Rome, then Paris, Zagreb, and Vienna.” I answered her unspoken question. “We’ll go on an extended one after the baby is born.”
“W-why are you doing this?” she as
ked.
“You wanted to go, Dessy. I love you and I figured it’d be good to go before our first child comes. Kids tend to take over shit.”
I nabbed her hand, checked our bags and we patiently waited for our flight. I had to make several food runs because she needed to keep nourished. One time, I came back and I swear, she was glowing. Without thinking, I sat down, nabbed her hand and kissed her palm. Dessy looked down at her hand and put it back in her lap after she grabbed the food out of my hand.
“Thanks,” she mumbled.
The fifteen-hour flight was mostly us sleeping, watching movies or eating. When we finally arrived, we were taken to an older but modern hotel that overlooked the Porta Pia on the east side. The sun was just setting there and we both watched how magnificent the view was as the rays disappeared.
“Wow,” she exclaimed when the sun was finally out of our sight.
“Never thought I’d see that.” I turned to put our stuff up.
“There’s only one bed,” Dessy observed.
“Yeah, it was short notice, so we had to go with what we could get,” I explained. “Don’t worry. You can sleep under and I’ll sleep on top of the covers.”
She eyed me and I raised up my hands in defense.
“Sweetheart, it’s not a conspiracy. I won’t touch you, promise,” I muttered. “I don’t need any black eyes.”
She shook her head and went into the bathroom while I figured out what was happening with dinner for the evening. We eventually decided to go to one of the old restaurants near our hotel. The food was different but it was authentic Italian and we enjoyed every bite. The owners came out to greet us and even asked us how we came about coming to their beautiful countryside.
“She’s been wanting to come here for a while, so we did,” I informed him.
“Why?” he asked Dessy.
“I read about it in high school and always wanted to visit,” she confessed.
He leaned into her and said, “The food, huh?”
“Yes.” She started to giggle.
“You should definitely go to see the museums, colosseum, and the cathedral.” He smiled and continued in his thick Italian accent.
“Oh my,” she looked at me. “We have to go.”
God, she was so excited.
“We’ll do that tomorrow,” I confirmed and nodded toward her.
“Oh, you should stop back for lunch afterward and I’ll make sure you have a special meal.” The man smiled.
“That Italian charm, huh?” I nodded toward him when he winked.
“Please?” Dessy asked.
“Yes to everything,” I said and looked at her again.
“This man loves you,” the older man told Dessy.
She looked at him, then at me before she took another bite of her food.
“Oh, y’all are a couple, right?” He leaned back and looked at both of us again. “Even an old man like me knows love when he sees it.”
I laughed and said, “Yeah, she knows.”
He laughed again and said, “I’ll let you eat. Ciao.”
When he left, I continued to go over our itinerary with the places we would travel and gauge where she wanted to go while in the different cities. One thing I didn’t know about Dessy, was her knowledge about Europe, the attractions and how much this trip meant to her.
Bronx’s words came back to me about the ability to go away and really get to bond. Boy, was my brother right. By the first week, we were talking, laughing and she was even playfully pushing me when I wouldn’t eat the head of the octopus. We took long walks, rode in canoes and even on bicycles to get to some of the sights.
One morning, I woke up with Dessy’s head on my chest and my cock was hard as steel. I did not move one inch because this was the first time she had been this close on her own accord. Once she stirred and her eyes opened, she jumped up and said, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry.”
“I’m not.” I smiled.
“Oh,” she gasped when she saw my cock protruding from the waistband of my boxers onto my stomach. “Shit, I’m sorry.”
“Dessy, stop.”
I got up and went to the bathroom. I had to piss but I also had to relieve myself of those thoughts that plagued my mind and would keep my cock hard. We were in Zagreb at the time and she wanted to see Zrinjevac.
Before this she wanted to go horseback riding but I wouldn’t let her. She was upset with me about this but I didn’t really care. Her safety was my priority and horses could be unpredictable beasts. When I came back out, she was out on the balcony watching the sun rise. We did everything she wanted to do and after the sun set, we found ourselves in a small diner near the hotel. There was live music and though, dancing wasn’t my thing, I found myself holding my hand out for her to take.
“Bear, are you serious?” She raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, sweetheart. We can keep up.” I reached down and pulled her behind me to the dance floor.
A few couples clapped as we began to twirl and at that moment, all we were was a couple who wanted to dance. Not Dessy and Bear, not biker and biker chick but two people in love. With that in mind, I pulled her close to me and hummed the song in her ear. Surprisingly enough, she wrapped her arms around me and we rocked back and forth to the beat. Her head was on my chest and she was squeezing me tight. It wasn’t clear what that meant but I would take whatever I could get.
That night we went straight to bed but after we made our trip to the last city, was when everything picked up. I received various texts from my brothers, while she had been on the phone with her mom, Kylie, Shay, and Lori at various times during the trip. They wanted pictures and she had plenty. The guys just wanted to know how much progress I’d made with her which was only a little but it was something. My sister was doing well, taking chemo and bitching the entire time. She was happy that I was traveling and living life. That’s what she’d wanted me to do. The old hag even said that if Dessy was the one to make me happy then she was happy. Who knew old dogs could be taught new tricks.
Our first night in Vienna, Dessy joined me on the couch and said, “I haven’t said this but I wanted you to know that I appreciate this trip. Well, everything that you are doing for me. I think my anger has blinded me a little and you’ve been busting your ass and I haven’t said shit. That’s not cool. So, thank you Bear. For this trip, for taking care of me and being there.”
She nodded her head and went to get up but I placed my hand on her thigh.
“I’d do anything for you, Dessy. Do you know that?” I turned toward her.
“Yes, Bear,” she wouldn’t look at me.
“Then why …”
Before I could get out the rest of my statement, Dessy had jumped on me and pushed me back against the couch. I was about to say something but her fingers covered my lips as she began to slide down onto her knees.
Holy fuck.
It felt like my cock grew to an erection in one instant. I had on my boxers, which she started to tug on, therefore I lifted up so the woman could have her way. Her pink tongue licked my cock and I damn-neared came right there.
“Fuucck,” I exhaled.
Those lips grasped the head as she ran her hot tongue around, sipping the pre-cum. Soon her head began to bob and I could not hold back. It wasn’t long or even medium length.
“Coming,” I growled as I gripped the pillows and she swallowed every drop.
Like the vixen, she was, Dessy stood up, wiped her lips with her pointed finger and announced, “Going to bed. Night Bear.”
Goddamn.
11
Like a Ninja
Dessy
This was the most magnificent gift I’d ever received. Bear was my dream man in every meaning of the term but he’d really made me mad. That act reminded me of all the guys before him who would just use me for whatever and drop off the face of the earth. That stunt brought me back to Dessy 1.0, when I was young, dumb and stupid. Not that I was perfect now but I swear it was a flashback.
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bsp; Then finding out I was pregnant was bitter sweet because we’d been planning for that moment and I could barely enjoy it without heartache. The excitement on his face when he thought I was pregnant; I’d never forget. I was determined to give him a child but then he pulled that stunt and it didn’t seem so joyous anymore. I had to come to terms that I may be having the child and not Bear. He could have a relationship if he wanted but it wouldn’t with me. That would have been heartbreaking but that’s how mad I was.
As of late, with only three days to go on our two-week trip, I was no longer mad. I was grateful for Bear. Upset that I’d been such a bitch to him and he was just taking it. The man didn’t lay one hand on me the entire trip. He never made a move and he paid thousands for us to come out here.
For me.
I loved him, wholeheartedly and there was really no reason to keep us from enjoying every part of the trip. It took me awhile but I finally got it. Shay even said, I held a grudge worse than her and she could be downright vengeful.
When he came to bed that night, he stayed over the covers like we agreed but by the time we woke up, I was snuggled under him. My man held me but didn’t move even though his cock was hard as a rock, peeking through his shorts. I wanted to touch it and rub it for him but instead I rose, stripped right there and sashayed my ass to the bathroom with the hope that he’d follow.
I should have known better.
Bear didn’t do games.
He needed biker straight talk. So later that afternoon, when we emerged from our latest adventure, I washed off and instead of playing, I simply straddled him on the couch and whispered against his lips.
“Want you inside me.”
“Dessy!” He was warning me to not play with him, to mean it and know what that meant.
“I know what it means.” I kissed his lips as his hands grabbed my ass.