BEAR

I wasn't sure how long I could keep from fucking her. The woman was sex on a stick, and even when she wasn't trying to be sexy, she was. This was why her tips were probably high all the fucking time and why Bronx’s membership had increased.

This included me.

Dessy was fixing my plate, pouring the mouthwatering chicken over the white rice. She retrieved a beer and a bottle of wine from the refrigerator.

When she came over and put the food down in front of me, I let her put the plate down, grabbed her hair and pulled her down to her knees.

“Make the ache go away,” I growled and I swear that smile showed all of her pretty, straight, white teeth.

Her bronze skin was coated with a light sheen; be it from cooking or arousal. I didn't quite care except when those thick lips wrapped around my dick, it was all arousal. This wasn't a job for her, she wanted my cock in her mouth.

Holy fuck.

She carefully wrapped both hands around my girth, applied the right amount of pressure near the base and ran her pink tongue over the purple head.

Goddamn.

My hands tightened, gripping Dessy’s hair as I wanted her to work that magic only she could do. Taking me as far as she could, which was rather impressive with her mouth being as small as it was. This time she relaxed her throat and let my head caress it repeatedly.

“That's right,” I moaned. “Take it all.”

Those moans with my dick in her mouth sent me over the edge. I grabbed her hair tighter and pushed in and out faster and faster.

“I'm cumming,” I growled as I watched her wet eyes open and plead for what I knew she wanted.

It wasn't going to happen because we hadn't discussed that yet. My grip tightened and her sneaky tongue massaged the underside of my dick as I pulled out to cum on my hands. Saliva dripped from her mouth as she watched my cum drizzle down my fingers. She slowly stood, grabbed a cloth napkin, and dabbed her face then wiped me clean. When Dessy returned with her plate, I pulled her to me, patted my thigh and commanded, “Sit.”

She obeyed me and I began to feed her. One forkful at a time and morsel by morsel just to savor the moment. No words escaped her mouth as she swallowed every bite, and licked away every scrap of food that was left on her lips. When she finished, I fed myself and drank the beer as she sat on my lap.

“Take a sip of wine,” I lifted the glass to her lips.

Dessy obeyed me and after she finished, I took her mouth in a scorching kiss. Tongue, teeth and desperate sexual tension. Dessy's hands were in my hair, pulling and fisting it with every moan. She went from sitting on my lap to straddling me and moving her sexy ass all over my hardened dick.

“Girl,” I called when I finally pulled back. “Not today.”

She poked out her bottom lip and I nipped it with my teeth.

“Stop,” I said. “Told you there were rules. You already have me breaking them.”

She moaned and circled her hips around my crotch.

God, I wanted her in every way but she had to learn me. If we were even going to play for a while, she had to learn my ways.

When I left, we had plans to meet up at Peppers the next day since she worked. It sounded good in theory but I was fucked. My thoughts went back to the conversation I’d had with Razor, Bronx, and Apollo. How they said I had the look and once a woman, the right one, had their claws in you, you were fucked.

Insecurity was not my thing but when it came to her, I was just that; a fucking fool. I had no business with her and she had no business with me. Watching her bartend and flirt for her next paycheck would be hard and fuck if I didn't realize how hard that shit would be.

At the bar, Bronx and his pregnant lady were in a corner, she was on his lap, talking and kissing their life away. Razor was watching Kylie as she moved throughout the bar, getting shit together for the next segment. Kaitlin, their daughter, must have been with her parents.

Dessy was behind the bar pouring drinks, while the rest of us were drinking. My goal was to sit away from her, which was different than I had been doing all year. She caught my eye twice and smiled but after a while she stopped looking because it got busy.

“See you eyeing Dessy,” Shiz noted. “That yours?”

“Will you put ponytails in my hair too girlfriend?” I mockingly asked with a high voice.

“Oh fuck,” Shiz laughed. “That's hilarious and since you didn't answer my question I'm going with a yes.”

“Fuck off!” I snapped.

He nodded and left.

Nosey ass fuckers.

Always in people's fucking business. This was a motorcycle club, not a sorority.

A few guys came past and when Dessy smiled big at them, they left her good tips. She was a natural. Called them darling, sugar, touched an arm and made them relax. I sat and watched not for the first time. The problem was ever since I tasted her mere essence, everything was different and I was fucking pissed.

“You doing alright, Bear?” Razor asked me as he turned a chair around and faced the table with me behind it.

“Alright,” I responded.

“You seem to be elsewhere this evening,” he noted.

Razor was the president of the Legion of Guardians and the funny thing about that is I belonged to the chapter way before him and had always been a faithful member. Yet, he was the perfect person for the job. I had him in age and probably even experience but he was a good president, no one, even Shark who started his own club and tried to get me to join, could deny what he'd done for the club. Shit, sometimes an old man liked to stay in his old ways, but not only did we progress as a club, but as individuals too. He encouraged us to buy property, helped us acquire things and make investments. Razor always talked about working smarter, not harder and that's how he ran the club and that shit worked. I felt proud to call him President and not everybody deserved that honor.

“Just thinking about shit,” I answered.

“Some of the shit we already talked about?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

Razor turned around and made a note to nod at Dessy.

“I see,” he said.

I grunted.

“Well, she looks happy,” he noted.

“Hmm,” I murmured.

“Are you?”

That was a good question that I wasn't sure how to answer. For once in my life, I felt uncertain about the unknown.

“She makes me want things I've never thought about before,” I admitted. “Never considered or even fathomed.”

“Scary shit, huh?” Razor nodded, like he understood.

It was likely he did because Kylie Mills was more than a handful and his exposure to her had already changed the determined man.

“Fucking nightmare!”

“If it's right, that nightmare will turn into the best fucking dream you ever had.” He nodded. “If it's right.”

“Yeah,” I replied. “Can't see past the unknown. I’ve lived a long time and if shit gets fucked, I'm fucked. I don't like being fucked and I don't like getting played.”

“Not supposed to see it all.” He looked at me again. “That's part of the process. You've lived a long time so you'll know the signs of someone fucking with you. Nothing has changed with shady shit. They just change faces. You know that. Plus, you’ve watched for over a year now, right? She fucking with anyone else?”

“No,” I answered and was surprised by the fact.

Dessy was hands down a beautiful woman that I knew men were interested in because I’d hear the passing comments. Out of towners always tried to talk to her and even though she was nice enough, she didn’t lead them on. Didn’t take numbers and after that whole thing with Franco and Ren, the woman hadn’t talked to no other man. 

“You don't wanna know what I think, but going to share it with ya anyway.” Razor stood up and turned to Dessy. “Take the ride, Bear. It may be one of the best decisions you make.”

His eyes landed on me and he smiled, “Think you're already enjoying it more than you want to admit. That's good brother. It's sweet.”

My mind wandered back to the night with her in my lap, pouting for me to take her to bed, taking me in her mouth and crawling for me.

Fuck, it was sweet.

I nodded to him and Razor turned to leave, grabbed Kylie from the back and kissed her before he went to the back. The look on her face as he kept walking reminded me of the look on Dessy’s face.

Smitten.

Around two in the morning, Dessy was just getting off work. There were still a few people hanging around, but at two, they closed the bar.  She had her bag in her hand and was about to walk out, when she turned to see me moving toward her.

“Hey, you.” She smiled. “You didn't come to the bar once.”

“Never said I would,” I replied.

Her face fell slightly then I held out my hand and said, “Let's go.”

She didn't move but I grabbed her hand and informed her, “I'm driving you home.”

“I have the car.”

“Leave the car,” I commanded.

She was about to say something but stopped.

“Let's go,” I repeated.

She raised her hand and followed me out to my bike. When we came to her house, the entire place smelled like beef stew.

“Did you cook before you left?”

“Sort of,” she answered. “I had the crock pot going.”

She moved into the kitchen, cut off the huge pot that was plugged into the wall and stirred the mixture.

“Are you having an event? Why cook so much if it's just you?” I asked, once I grabbed a beer from the refrigerator.

She put the lid back on it and said, “Well, it was for you. I figured you don't cook often, so having some food already cooked would be helpful to you.” She looked up at me. “I made some chicken marsala and spaghetti as well. The containers are in the refrigerator.”

Holy shit.

What did I do to deserve that?

“You trying to keep house?” I asked.

“No, Bear,” she sighed. “Just looking out for you.”

Why?

I wanted to ask her why but now I could care less. I wanted to claim her. Wanted her to be mine, consequences be damned.

My hand pushed Dessy’s hair behind her ear, then I wrapped my hand around her neck to feel the pulse. Her nose was high and eyes low as I nipped her lips and moved us against the wall.

“How much do you want it?”

“Want what?” she asked.

“Me.”

“Desperately,” her voice turned husky. “My pussy gets wet thinking of you. My nipples are hard when you enter the room. My clit throbs when you're in my presence and I start perspiring when you touch me in any way. It's like I'm getting a fever and overheating but it's only for you Bear. No one does that for me, except you.”

Fuck it all to hell.

A growl escaped, while I bent down and threw her over my shoulder.

I made my way up the stairs and asked, “Which room?”

“Second one on the left.” She pointed.

Going through the door, I barely saw the structures in the room but my only goal was the bed. Dessy laughed when I tossed her on the mattress. As I was pulling her shorts off, she ripped her tank top from her body. Then I discarded my cut and shirt before I could reach for my bottoms. Dessy beat me to it, as her fingers struggled with my belt buckle and once she got it, it seemed like she was trying to shred my pants.

“I'm clean, been tested and haven't fucked anyone in almost three years,” I said as my knee hit the bed.

“Yes,” she said as she moved back on the bed. “I'm clean, on the pill and haven't been with anyone in almost two years.”

“You've been in Manor for two years, right?”

“Yup,” she nodded.

“You haven't...but you tried...” I cut myself off.

Dessy spread her legs open, displaying her glistening snatch, that little pearl, then she smiled and said, “Yup.”

Fuck me.

When Dessy first started hanging around she approached me first and I turned her away. Later she was talking to Franco and Ren at the same time. It was the getting to know each other stage, which was blown out of proportion so everybody had mixed messages. That meant when she first got here her sights were set on me and had been the entire time. Even after I blew her off a year ago.

She was wet and I was feeling all sorts of shit I hadn't expected, so I lined my dick up to her waiting cunt and waited for those lips to cover me. One push and she yelped. Another push, she wrapped her arms around my neck. Another one, I entered her and the last push brought me completely home. Those legs immediately wrapped around my back and I started to fuck her until her moans and cries were muffled in my neck.

“Bear, fuck me,” she sang. “Yes, just like that.”

My groans and grunts had increased as she tightened around me, causing her to bite my neck.

Twice.

Her pussy was so tight and vanilla or not, she was matching every stroke.

When I felt close, I stopped and rose.

“Turn over on your stomach,” I growled.

She quickly turned over and put her ass in the air. My hand came down on it and she wiggled it more. Pulling up behind her, I lined my dick up again and pushed inside my own personal heaven. My hand wrapped lightly around Dessy’s throat as I lifted her so my chest was connected to her back.

“How does that feel?”

“So goddamn good!” She breathed through her loud moans.

“Tell me what you feel?” I bit her ear.

“I feel your fingers caressing the veins in my neck. Your long, thick cock stroking the walls of my wet pussy and your hard, hairy chest against my back. Your lips on my ears and teeth biting my neck. Fucking me hard, fast and rough.”

I moved faster inside of her.

“Where do you want it?” I asked.

“Wherever you want it?” she replied and that was when the surge came down my spine, straight to my dick and I came right inside of her hot snatch.

“Fuck, girl,” I breathed. “You know how to make a man cum fast.”

She chuckled, then said, “You know how to make a girl scream loud. I'll take it.”

“So will I.”

My body hit her bed hard as I came down like a sack of potatoes. She wouldn't get a spring chicken and I hoped to God that wasn't what she was looking for.

When I turned to see where she went, a head full of hair covered my crotch area. Her hot tongue was moving around, licking and cleaning me up. Then she used a wet cloth for the mess in my pubic hair.

Yup, I wasn't sure what I did to land a woman like Dessy, but I planned to hold on to her.

******

THE NEXT MORNING, I woke up to an empty bed with a note.

My head turned to see the purple bed set, lilac pillow case and the teddy bear that lounged on her side of the bed.

Then I asked out loud, “How the fuck did I get here?”

Not here, as in her place but at this place in life. I had not ever imagined my life like this; in this situation, doing the relationship shit.

The fucked-up part, I wasn't letting that shit go.

******

“BEAR, WHAT THE FUCK you been up to?” Carol asked.

“Nothing, sis. Living,” I responded. “How about you?”

“I’m sick of the same shit every fucking day. Betty and Frank done moved to Virginia and I’m all alone out here. You know?” I could tell she was smoking. “Was thinking of moving to Manor and hanging out with my little brother. At least stay near my last living relative.”

“That so?” I asked.

I’d been telling Carol to move for the longest. She had me by three years and was a free spirit if I’d ever seen one. Never stayed in one place for too long and was always traveling somewhere on a cruise ship. She’d been damn near around the world on a boat. They had unlimited food and drinks so that was right up Carol’s alley. Betty was her traveling side-kick, so it made sense she wanted to find another one.

“Yeah, that’s so. Got a room till I get on my feet?” she asked.

Damn. Of all the times, she could have picked, it was now when I was thinking of starting something.

“If you don’t, that’s fine too,” she added.

“No, no. You’re good. I have three bedrooms here. I only occupy one.”

The microwave beeped after re-heating my breakfast. It was a bacon and sausage omelet. She put that on the post-it note.

“You have a new microwave?” Carol asked. “Every time I talked to you on the phone, yours made a crazy noise and caused the phone to break up when it was on.”

I laughed because she was right.

“Naw, I’m at ...” I paused because I didn’t know how to define Dessy just yet. “At a lady friend’s house.”

“A lady friend?” Carol’s voice rose. “Since when do you have lady friends? I thought you swore off all women after Marie.”

“No, I just didn’t want to marry anyone else,” I clarified. “I’m still a fucking man, Carol.”

“Oh, I know, but I must meet her. This lady friend of yours.” She cackled. “You’re spending the night, using the microwave and shit. What in the fuck?”

Her laughter turned into a nasty cough. It didn’t sound good.

“Carol,” I called.

“I’m fine. Just a little cough,” she said.

“Don’t sound like one.”

“It is.”

“Fine, when are you coming?” I asked.

“Probably next week. I need to tie up some loose ends on this side but I’ll be in touch. The first night, I want to have dinner with your lady friend. Okay?”

“We’ll see. Friends come and go,” I clarified.

“Not the ones that you have breakfast with the next morning.”

I grunted.

“Bye.” She laughed and hung up.

This would be interesting.

After doing my rounds at the compound, the Guardian’s garage and facilitating an ongoing operation. I made my way to the gym to go workout. When I arrived, I saw Dessy helping a customer who was more interested in signing up for a membership with her cleavage and not the club.

“Dessy,” I barked at her.

Her head jerked up and the smile that spread across her face was fucking priceless. I couldn’t even stay mad at the man for attempting to sign up for her jugs.

“Hey, Bear,” she called back. “You need me?”

“No,” I responded. “Going to work out. I’ll stop by on my way out.”

“Okay,” she replied with that smile still on her face.

Shit, I think I might have been smiling too.

That shit was contagious.

She was fucking me up big time. It made me wonder, why I waited so long.

My workout was filled with thoughts of her and that was not helpful. I almost dropped the fifty-pound barbell on my chest.

Bronx came to spot me and said, “You alright. Something on your mind?”

“No, brother,” I grunted with the weight. “Just living life.”

“So, I see.” He was looking at my neck.

Goddammit.

I forgot Dessy had marked me. That sneaky little....

She marked me.

Before I could stop, I burst out laughing almost bringing the weight on my chest again. Thank God Bronx was there. I couldn’t help it as I thought about taking her last night and how she took everything I gave.

“Fuck, Bear. You might not want to handle heavy shit when you’re pre-occupied.” Bronx lifted the weight and put it on the bar.

“Shit, you’re right. I needed to blow off some steam but maybe a swim or the steam room would be better.” I was still laughing.

“What’s so funny?” Bronx shook his head.

“Man, I’ll tell you another time.” I stood up. “Dessy got a break coming up?”

“If you’re here, I’m sure she does.”

“Thanks, brother.”

I stalked outside and saw she was on her phone and customer free.

“Dessy?” I called.

Her head popped up and those brown eyes met mine.

“You’re finished already?” she asked with her hand covering the receiver.

“No, I need you.” I stopped myself from saying too much. “Bronx said you’re on break.”

She nodded, and yelled, “Jax, I’m on break.”

Then she hung up the phone, moved around the counter and walked towards me wearing black tights and a racer-back tank top, that showed her toned, yet feminine biceps just fine. The closer she got to me, all I could think was – mine.

Fuck.

I held out my hand, she grabbed it and we went back to that laundry room with the locking door and machines running.

“You marked me,” I said as she sat down on the bench, where I pointed to my neck.

At first, her eyebrows drew together, then recognition hit and she said, “It wasn’t on purpose.”

“Bullshit,” I interrupted. “You marked me on purpose. Why?”

“I was caught up, Bear. I swear, it wasn’t intentional.” She seemed nervous.

I stood up and moved in front of her.

“Stand on the bench,” I commanded.

She obeyed me and I pulled down her spandex pants along with her thong.

“Turn around and accept your punishment.”

Once she did, my hand connected with her left globe.

“You only mark me when I say so.”

Slap.

“I mark you when, how and if I please.”

Slap.

“You need to ask permission.”

Slap.

“Understand?”

Dessy moaned her response right before I slapped her other cheek again.

“Now, it’s my turn.”

My arm wrapped around her waist, picked her up off the bench and moved her so her back was against the industrial sized washers. Once she was on her feet, I pushed my shorts down along with my boxers and lifted her back up, while stepping on her tights, so at least one leg would come off.

Those big eyes grew low when she realized what I was about to do. Lifting her back up, I lined my dick up with her waiting pussy and hefted my leg against the washer and started to slowly slide her up and down on me.

“Oh shit, Bear,” she cried out.

Both of my hands were full of her hot ass, as my hard cock caressed those inner walls. If only I could see it sliding in and out, I’d probably bust right then.

“Fuck,” she breathed. “You’re so big.”

“Don’t you forget it,” I said against her neck.

Gripping her ass, I began to hold it still while I fucked her hard against the dryer. She continued to bounce on it with her ankles locked around my back and her arms around my neck.

“Bear,” she cried out. “Fuck me, Bear.”

Oh God.

“I’m cumming,” I whispered in her neck right before I latched on and started to suck on it.

She needed my mark. It needed to be visible and a deterrent to any pussy-footin’ boys looking to sign up for any other membership besides the gym.

“Bear,” she sagged on me as I continued to suck hard on her scorching skin.

My index finger found her asshole and penetrated it, causing Dessy to start shaking all around my dick. Her tight holes were too much for me because I started cumming almost immediately. I didn’t pull out but pushed her against the dryer as I emptied my seed inside of her small channel. My teeth and lips continued to mark her around her neck until I felt it was sufficient.

Instead of putting her down on her feet, I placed her on the bench, grabbed the paper towel and wiped my cum from between her legs.

Dessy’s mouth was slightly open and her eyes low with exhaustion.

“You going to be able to continue working?” I asked, half-joking.

“Not sure,” she murmured.

“What’s wrong?” I bent down on one knee so I was on her level.

“You don’t get fucked like that and just start working again.” She looked at me, with her eyebrows pulled together.

I burst out laughing, pulled her to me by the neck and kissed her lips.

“You better learn.” I bit the pouty bottom one.

I stood, pulled up my briefs, while she slowly fixed her clothing.

“What time you get off today?”

“In an hour,” she said. “I opened.”

“You at Peppers tonight?” I asked.

“No, I’m off.”

“Okay, dinner at my place.”

Dessy stood up and smiled. “Okay, Bear. Your place.”

“Good, now get back to work.”

Dessy came around six-o’clock, heated up the food and we ate spaghetti, salad and Italian bread for dinner. That shit was beyond good and she had plenty that she brought for me, including the beef stew and chicken marsala. The woman even brought Tupperware, so I could take it for lunch.

They didn’t make women this sweet anymore. I swear they didn’t.

“I have one more surprise,” she said after clearing off the table.

“More?” I rubbed my belly.

“Yeah, I heard that you like a certain type of cookie, so I made you some.” She hopped up, ran into the kitchen and came back with a large tin can.

When she finally got it open, there sat a ton of snickerdoodle cookies with a little bit of red sprinkles on top.

Fuck.

I grabbed the tin from her, placed it on the table and pulled her to me.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Nothing, Bear,” she answered.

“You want me under your spell?” I asked. “Want me eating out of your hand? Chasing you around like your lap dog?”

Dessy turned her head to the side, grabbed my ears and said, “That’s what you have me doing already, Bear. I’m completely under your spell. I’ve eaten out of your hand and crawled around to chase you. So, no.”

Fuck me.

“Dessy...” I started but she interrupted me.

“Shh, Bear. Stop over analyzing this and eat a goddamn cookie.” She put a cookie in my mouth and just when I was about to turn her ass over to tan it, the hit from the cookie reached my taste buds and I forgot what she did.

“Oh, that’s fucking good,” I growled as she put another one in my mouth.

“It is my mom’s recipe.” She smiled.

“Damn, woman. I’m going to have to go to the gym every day now.”

“I won’t complain. I get to see more of you.”

“You won’t have to worry about that.”

At all.