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  Oh. My. God.

  “Bear,” I gasp his name and try to close my legs again. “You don’t have to…”

  “Have to?” Through the gloom I can make out his confusion. “Babe, I wasn’t lying when I said it’s been a while.” His lips brush over the sensitive skin beside my knee. “If we’re going to get to the weird stuff, I need to make sure you want to come back for seconds.” His lips brush the skin of my inner thigh. “Trust me, Ethel. I’m not doing anything I don’t want to do.”

  “You are such an ass.” I’m laughing again as I fall back on the bed. “Call me Ethel again and I’ll… Ooh!”

  My threat is all but forgotten as he licks his tongue, slowly, firmly from my opening to my clit.

  “Want me to stop?”

  “Not sure yet. Do it again and I’ll think about it.”

  His answering chuckle is his only response as he repeats the action, lapping at my pussy again and again.

  “You taste so fucking good,” he growls, before circling his tongue around my opening then flicking it over my clit, making my toes curl.

  I’ve explored down there with my fingers and the mini vibe one of my girlfriends gave me on my eighteenth birthday. But neither ever felt as good as this man’s mouth.

  Bear laps at me, sucks at me, flattens his tongue and licks my clit over and over and…

  “Bear!”

  I feel my knees bend and my toes curl as all the heat in my body rushes into my pussy before bursting in pleasure. My fingers grip the sheets and all I can do is hold on as his tongue flattens on my swollen clit, pulsing as I ride my climax.

  I’ve had orgasms before. At least I thought I had. But nothing as ever been like that.

  “Chloe,” he growls, crawling up over me, covering me with his weight, fumbling with his pants. “You cum like a fucking goddess, do you know that?”

  His mouth is hot with a new urgency on mine as he shoves his pants down, rips the foil wrapper, and presses the tip of something hot and impossibly thick against my virgin opening.

  “Fuck,” he moans, easing just the tip inside and even that makes me gasp. “So long since I’ve felt anything but my fucking hand.”

  With a grunt he grips my ass and thrusts his full length inside me. But at my whimper of shocked pain his eyes pop open and we stare at one another for what feels like a long few second.

  “Chloe,” the word is on his lips and something new and primal lights in his eyes. “Do you want me to stop?”

  I shake my head.

  Holding himself deep inside me, he settles his arms either side of my shoulders and cups my face between his hands.

  “Try and relax, baby girl,” he whispers against my mouth, brushing his lips over mine with kisses so intimate they bring tears to my eyes. “My dick is in heaven. So hot and tight and sweet. Don’t want to hurt you. Please let me stay. Never felt so good.” He’s babbling, pleading, begging, his voice barely audible as he struggles to hold still and let my virgin pussy adjust to his size.

  I can’t believe a man with so many tattoos and no filter between his brain and his mouth can be so tender. As far as first times go, I don’t think I could wish for a better man.

  My lips meet his over and over as I slide my hands up his wide, slick chest, and we both moan as my pussy relaxes and quivers around his hard length.

  “Fuck, Chloe,” he murmurs against my lips as he slowly pulls out.

  With a cry I grip his arms, digging my nails into the hard muscle of his biceps. “Don’t leave!”

  Then the bastard grins. “Babe, nothing short of the house burning down around our ears is going to get me out of this pussy.”

  That makes me blush but my embarrassment is short lived as he rocks his hips forward and drives his length back in and in and in.

  “Oh my god!” My knees pull up to feel him deeper. I’ve never felt so full, so stretched and complete. It’s not just that it feels good with his thick cock trusting over and over, it feels right. “Should have done this years ago.”

  “No you bloody shouldn’t have,” he growls. “This is mine. You’re mine.”

  It’s like a primal switch. One moment he’s tender and gentle the next he's growling in my ear as his fingers grip my hips and his cock plunges hard and deep into me.

  “My pussy,” he groans. “My cock was the first. My cock will be the only one that gets to feel this tight sweet cunt.”

  I should be pissed. Something in the back of my mind tells me that I don’t belong to anyone. But the words on his lips, the feel of his cock pumping so hard and fast and deep clouds everything but him. In this moment I am his.

  All too soon I feel the familiar sweet tingling in my thighs and my hands slide down his strong thick arms, feeling the muscles bunch and cord under my fingers. God, he feels so fucking good! Under my hands, crushing me in the bed, filling me so perfectly.

  “Ooh, Bear…” All I can do is feel as his cock drives me higher and higher. “Ooh, Bear!”

  “That’s it, Chloe,” he rasps. “Let it happen. Gonna feel so good.”

  His whole body tenses and I hear him muttering even as his lower body pistons harder, faster. “Not yet,” he mutters between clenched teeth.

  But I can feel his whole body shuddering over mine and his cock swelling even harder and bigger! He’s so close and trying so hard to hold back.

  I can’t resist. His cock feels so good, so thick and hard, his whole body is hard. The sheer power of him is overwhelming.

  I reach down and grab his ass, fuck even his ass is taunt and hard. “Fuck me, Bear,” I purr into his ear, liking the way he moans. “Show this virgin how a real man claims his property.”

  He lets out a yell and does just that. He fucks me hard. He claims me as his own. And my body screams in joy as it clamps down around his cock and everything is pleasure and light.

  “Ooh fuck, I can feel you cumming.” He grounds out as he circles his hips, grinding against me as my pleasure goes on and on. “Like a fucking vice around my prick.”

  He pulls almost all the way out only the thrust back inside. Hard.

  I feel him above me, his whole body a slab of tense muscle as he shudders and gasps and his cock swells and pulses inside my quivering pussy.

  Another wave of sweetness blooms in my pussy and I grind and rub against him as I ride his climax and my own.

  “Fuck. Can’t believe it!” He grips my hips, holds me in place and jackhammers his cock impossibly fast before tensing again and letting out a long gutteral groan.

  After a long time he rolls off to lay on his back, both of us panting and smiling like idiots.

  “That. Was. Awesome,” I say.

  “More than awesome.” He rolls to face me, lifting up on an elbow so he’s looking down into my face. “We are definitely doing that again.”

  My whole body flushes with excitement. “Now?”

  He groans and drops his head to the pillow.

  Chapter 5

  Bear

  The feel of her sitting up and slipping out of my bed wakes me but I keep my eyes shut as I listen to the sounds of her finding her clothes and getting dressed.

  So is that it? Thanks for the fuck, now she’s just going to leave without saying a damn thing to me?

  Never see you doing that, right bro? The nasty voice in my head mocks me and stabs me with both guilt and annoyance.

  That was different. It’s different for guys…

  Okay, maybe that wasn’t true or fair. But it was different. Chloe and me hadn’t just fucked. It’d been more than that. At least it had for me.

  She pulls the shirt over her head and heads for the door.

  Not even a note?

  Something twists in my gut. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so many emotions at the same time. Angry. Hurt. Annoyed. Sad…

  Lonely.

  Was this how it had felt for those other girls when I snuck out in the morning? There hadn’t been that many but enough.

  Was this my karma? Meeting th
e girl of my dreams and she’s as much of a selfish jackass as I am.

  Watching her walk out of my life without so much as a backward glance is like taking a punch to the gut. Maybe she’s not the one I’m looking for but I just want a little more time. I want to get to know this crazy girl who hides the scars on her body but wears the one on her face like a battle cry.

  Her hand is on the doorknob and she hesitates. Her shoulders sag but her hand tightens.

  “Stay.” One word. I didn’t even know I was going to say it till it’s out. The word hangs there between us until she looks back and I see the insecurity and surprise in her expression.

  “I thought…” Her teeth nibble at her plump lower lip. “I thought it would be easier if I just went. Leave out all that bullshit about you promising to call me.”

  I mull that over. “Yeah, I’m not much good on the phone.”

  Her expression hardens. Rolling her eyes, she turns back to the door. “Fine. Have a nice life.”

  “Oi!” I jump out of bed and march towards her.

  And yep, I’m naked as fuck.

  Grabbing her wrist I spin her around so her back is against the door.

  “Oh no,” I mutter, bringing my face close to hers as she glares up at me. “You don’t get to sneak out of my bed, after the incredible sex we had, and then take the higher ground.”

  She averts her gaze and even blushes. “I’m sorry I tried to sneak out. Obviously I don’t really — do this, so I wanted to avoid a bunch of awkward crap.” She sighs.

  “So let’s skip it,” I say. “All the awkward crap and the talking. Just stay. Have breakfast. I make drinkable coffee and only slightly burned toast.”

  That gets me a laugh. “Are you sure it’ll be alright?” She tips her head towards the door. “You know, with your roommate.”

  “Well if he doesn’t like it, he can suck my dick.”

  She makes a surprised O with those beautiful swollen lips. “I didn’t realize it was that kind of arrangement.”

  “Funny.” I lean down and brush my mouth over hers.

  I’m not sure what to expect. Will she pull away? Will she shove me back?

  Neither. She sighs, a soft sound, a sweet perfect sound, then lifts her mouth and kisses me back.

  Her hands slide up my chest and she moans as my muscles flex under her eager fingertips.

  She pulls back and just stares at me, her gaze roving over my thick, tattooed arms, shoulders, chest. She’s breathing hard and its impossible to miss the way her throat and cheeks turn the cutest shade of pink.

  I’ve had plenty of chicks checking me out. Some of them look at me scared of the muscle and tattoos, some look at me like hungry sharks. But her gaze is different. I’m not even sure why.

  “Bloody hell, Bear. Is there any part of you that isn’t rock hard?”

  “Not any more.” I mean it as a joke but my voice cracks like I’m an awkward teenager.

  She looks down then covers her mouth to laugh.

  “You’re not meant to laugh at it, love. That’s not very nice.”

  That just makes her laugh harder. “I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at it, I swear.”

  “So, you’re laughing with it then?”

  I love her laugh. Loud and kind of obnoxious, but best of all it’s real. Not that fake rubbish most of the girls who hang around do.

  “Stay,” I say.

  “I can’t,” she replies but she doesn’t sound happy about it. “I have a car coming and my uncle will be expecting me at the shop soon.”

  “Are you working tonight?”

  “No.”

  I grin. “Then I’m taking you out. The Rocky special.”

  Chloe

  Monster notices something different about me right away, but I wave him off and get right to work.

  I’m humming as I wash the oil and grease off my hands and he practically jumps at me.

  “You’ve got a boyfriend!” He points at me as though accusing me of stealing. “I knew it.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous.” I flap a hand at him but there’s no holding back my wide smile. “I might have a date tonight.”

  He lets out a whoop and before I can back away he’s yanking me into another bear hug. “Who is he? Do I know him? He’s not married is he?”

  Now I’m slapping at his arms as I wriggle out of his grasp. “No, he’s not married — I don’t think. We just met.”

  And had sex already. I don’t say that part.

  That night Bear picks me up and it turns out The Rocky Special is iceskating. It’s so unexpected, I actually laugh when he leads me into the rink and the next hour passes in a blur of falling, teasing, and laughing.

  It’s sweet how attentive he is and for a big guy, he’s pretty nimble on his feet.

  After, we walk for a long time and we can’t seem to stop talking. He tells me about his mother leaving, his time in the military and starting Rock Hard Security with his old Sarge and a few other guys he served with. I tell him about losing my parents, Monster unable to take me in, but never missing a chance to spend time with me, teaching me his trade, making sure I was being taken care of at the group home.

  I also tell him about Monster wanting me to leave my job at Tony’s and work for him full time.

  “He keeps talking about retiring and leaving the place to me. But I wouldn’t know the first thing about running a business.”

  “You know there are courses and workshops for business stuff, right?” He says, but narrows his eyes on me. “But I suspect there’s more that you’re not saying.”

  “That’s just it,” I muse. “I don’t know what my problem is. It’s a great opportunity and I love working on cars and bikes. But I like working at Tony’s too. Some nights, when the club is really going, I swear I can hear the universe breath.” I let out an awkward laugh. “Did that sound crazy?”

  “Yes, but I get it. You like being in the middle of the action. It makes you feel alive.”

  I smile up at him and nod and my heart feels like it’s swelling inside my chest.It had felt so weird saying this stuff out loud, but the fact that he’s not only listening but understands makes me want to kiss him right here.

  Our fingers are interlinked and he leans down to kiss me, but before our lips touch a roar of bikes makes us freeze.

  The roar gets louder and in the next instant we’re surrounded by bright headlights and deafening motorbike engines.

  I look over at Bear to find him looking right back at me, his face pale.

  “On a scale of one to ten, how fucked are we?” I ask, sounding way calmer than I feel.

  “Ah…” He offers an awkward smile and a shrug. “About an eleven.”

  “Okay,” I say and blow out a breath. “We’re scrappy fighters. And you were in the military. We can take ‘em.”

  He looks at me incredulously and he has a point. Are could handle two or three of these guys but I’m seeing at least five bikes coming around for another pass.

  “Call your boys,” I say and pull out my own phone.

  “They’ll never get here on time.”

  “Then I guess they’ll be here to avenge our deaths! Just call them.”

  He dials and so do I.

  “Big M at the midnight hour,” Monster answers, his voice heavy with sleep.

  “Monster,” I say. “I know it’s late but I’m in trouble here.”

  “What kind of trouble?”

  I hold up the phone so he can hear the bikes now circling us.

  What follows is a stream of profanity that forces me to hold the phone away from my ear until it stops.

  Finally he takes a breath. “Where are you?”

  I give Monster our general location, or as close as I know and call off.

  “They’re on their way,” Bear says just as the bikes come to a stop.

  Chapter 6

  Bear

  “So what’s the plan?” I mutter from the side of my mouth.

  “Maybe we can charm them with our w
inning personalities,” she replies.

  Was she joking? When I look at her she’s grinning, actually grinning as she watches the five bikers, all bigger and probably more heavily armed than us.

  I can’t believe it. I’m in love with a crazy woman.

  The thought comes out of nowhere and even in our dire situation, I feel my chest get warm. It’s true. These might be our last moments, but when I look at Chloe, everything makes sense. Then she winks at me and I know my girl has a plan.

  “Hey there, boys,” she says, her tone casual, her arms hanging easy, palms out to show she’s unarmed. “Out for a ride? It’s a great night for it, just look at those stars.”

  The taller biker dressed in black and red leather, crosses his arms and squints at us. After a few long moments of looking from me to Chloe and back to me again, he says over his shoulder, “Are you sure this is them? They don’t look like much.”

  “Hey!” Chloe’s outrage might have been adorable in any other situation.

  “That’s them.” The greasy biker from the other night, steps out from behind the larger man. “Those fuckers left me bleeding in an alley.”

  “Wow,” Chloe says. “You seriously ran home and tattled on me?”

  The other bikers snicker and the larger one blows out a sigh and drags one large tattooed hand down his beard face.

  “Look, I have no beef with the two of you, but this kid is the Pres’s pup and I’ve got orders.”

  “Seriously?” I say. “So I’m assuming you’re the Clowns MC enforcer. Is this really how you saw your position? Fighting some idiot kid’s battles for him?”

  “Is that how boys become men now?” Chloe sneers. “Crying to the bigger boys when mean ladies talk back?”

  “Watch your mouth, franken-whore!” Greasy hissed.

  “Oh, you want some more?” Chloe marches towards him but I grab her and it takes all my strength to hold her back. But she’s still yelling. “I kicked your ass last time, and I’ll do it again only this time, I’ll kick you in the balls so hard your dad will be crying for a week!”

  “You better calm her down,” the enforcer says, his voice dangerously low.

  “Or what?!” She’s struggling against me so hard, her body comes off the ground, I’m holding her curvy body tightly against me as she swears, kicks, and punches in his direction.