This is really happening.Sexy times with my bear-doctor.My bear-daddy.The man who’s occupied every single fantasy for the last seven years of my life.The only man I’ve ever thought about when I touch myself.
His hand claps down on my ass, and I jump, giving a little scream.I was hoping for more spanking, but he tortures me by only rubbing lotion across my back in long relaxing strokes.
I push my ass out and wiggle my hips a little.Maybe he’ll spank me again.
He squirts more sunscreen into his palm and slides his hands down the sides of my lower back, then dips both hands into my bikini bottom and circles my bare ass.
I cream my bikini.I want to put my fingers between my legs and touch myself because my pussy’s throbbing, but he growls, “Now me” in that same deep commanding voice.
He hands me the sunscreen he’s using, one that’s specially formulated for black skin.It smells amazing.
“Ummm, I can’t reach.”
“That’s right, shorty.”He smirks down at me, then sits on a stool.Why is everything he does so effortlessly sexy?I’m dying here.
“I’m not short, I’m fun-sized,” I quip.
His chuckle fills the room.“Does that make me family-sized?”
Whatever you do, do NOT think about having a family with him.
“No, you’re perfect,” I say before I think.“That is, uh, I mean, perfect for reaching things on the top shelf.”
I’m a dork.There’s no hope.
But Matthias seems to like it.
I attempt to survive gliding my hands up and down his beautiful back muscles to coat them with sunscreen.I rub the defined V at the base of his spine and he lets out a low rumble that feels like a mini-earthquake under my palms.I snatch my hands back, afraid I annoyed him somehow.
“Careful, love,” Matthias warns.My bear likes you touching him.”
I get a glimpse of the tent at the front of his shorts and realize that the man likes it, too.
I head straight to the pool, but Matthias grabs my hand.“We have to wait fifteen minutes before we get in the water for the sunscreen to work.”He guides me to the lounge chair in the sunroom.
I spread my towel and lay down but am immediately uncomfortable.How can I look sexy with my boobs sliding into my armpits?I shift, so my arms prop up my boobs, but I must look like a wooden soldier.And now I realize Matthias has been watching me probably this whole time.I stretch my arms out and over my head and pretend to yawn.Super smooth.“I guess we should talk about my dad.”
“We don’t have to.”
I sigh.“No, I want to know what’s going on.”What better time and place for this, than lounging in a bougie sunroom on a gorgeous sunny day?
“My brothers are trying to track him, but he’s disappeared.He hasn’t shown up to his apartment.We think he’s on the run from Lucky Lou.”
Lucky Lou.My father, Allen, tried to sell me in marriage to a man named Lucky Lou.How much more sordid can the story get?
I look around me.I’m currently living my inspiration board, so maybe thereissomething lucky about Lou.
“When we find him, do you want to talk to him?”
This feels like a loaded question.“Do I want to talk to the drunk who has caused me nothing but grief?
“I don’t know.I just don’t understand why he did this.I…used to want a relationship with him.”
““You have a kind heart.”
“I guess, I always thought one day he’d wake up and realize he had a daughter.That he’d want me.”
“Nothing your dad does is about you or your worth.He’s a long-time drug user.That sort of abuse causes damage to the frontal cortex.And if he’s ever overdosed, he might have sustained a brain injury.”
