I snuggle into Bear more, not wanting to wake up. This nap was one of the best I have ever had.
“Come on. It’s time for breakfast,” Bear says.
I whip my head up and look at him with wide eyes. Breakfast? It was the afternoon when we fell asleep. Bear looks confused before he picks up his phone and hands it to me.
Breakfast? How long did we sleep for
“We slept for over twelve hours. It’s almost seven. I guess we both needed it,” he says, chuckling at the end.
I let out a sigh and put my head back on his chest. That’s when I realize that he isn’t wearing a shirt. I scramble to the side of the bed to get away from him and blush. My scarf isn’t on right, and I scramble to fix it. How did I not notice before that he was shirtless? I was snuggled up against him, felt his skin against mine.
Bear starts to laugh. His abs relax and contract with every laugh, and my face heats to an unholy degree. I lick my lips as my mind plays scenes of what I could do with those abs.
“Don’t be embarrassed about sleeping on top of me or seeing me shirtless,” Bear says, standing from the bed.
He stretches, and I can’t help but watch. He is covered in so many different tattoos. It’s amazing how many he has on his body. I wonder what his stories are for each of them, if there are any.
“I’m going to put on a shirt and then we can go get breakfast,” Bear says, snapping me out of my thoughts.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see him walk into his closet. I quickly grab my pants and change into them, keeping his shirt on. I wish I could make my room back at the motel feel homey like his. It’s clear that he has lived in this room for years.
“You ready?” he asks.
I look over in his direction and nod. He holds his hand out, and I place mine in his. I’ve noticed that whenever I am close to Bear, he likes to be really close to me or have skin contact. He just wants to be touching some part of me.
Bear and I walk hand in hand into the kitchen and see Gears, Pres, Ink, a woman, and some others. I stop when all of them look at our hands.
They all smile at us, and I try to get my hand out of Bear’s, but he won’t have it. Bear walks over to the island and pulls out a chair for me. Before I can sit down, the woman squeals and wraps her arms around me.
“I am so excited that Bear has finally found someone. I’m also excited that there is another girl here that isn’t a whore,” she says cheerily.
She lets go of me and just gives me a great big smile. I smile back before turning to Bear. I don’t know if she knows I don’t talk.
“Goldie, this is Brooke. She is mute, so she will either write on a piece of paper or on her phone. Brooke, this is Goldie. She is Pres’s Old Lady,” Bear smoothly introduces us.
“Oh, call me Cindy. Goldie is my biker name. It is so nice to meet you. We are definitely going to see more of each other, and hopefully become great friends,” Cindy says with a smile.
Nodding, I sit in the chair Bear pulled out for me. Cindy sits back down, and Bear walks around back into the kitchen. Bear faces me and grabs my hand.
“What would you like for breakfast? We have bagels, cereal, eggs, and toast,” Bear offers.
I hold up my first finger. I haven’t had a bagel in a while, and it sounds so good, especially with cream cheese.
“Bagels?” he asks.
Nodding, Bear lets go of my hand and walks toward another kitchen counter.
“Do you want cream cheese?” he asks, pulling one out of the plastic bag.
I nod once again and begin to bubble with excitement as the thought of eating a bagel settles in.
“So, I heard there was a commotion outside the club yesterday involving you two. It was after you left. Heard Brooke slapped you, Bear, and then you dragged her into the clubhouse. Mind telling me what that was all about?” Pres asks conversationally.
I snap my head in his direction. He looks at me, and I quickly sink into my chair, feeling like a child in the principal’s office.
“Can we talk about this in your office?” Bear asks.
“All right, let’s go,” Pres says.
