“Oh yeah! Let me pay, and then we can get going,” Gears says, reaching for his wallet.
Bear helps me stand, wrapping an arm around my waist. The whole way to the car, Bear stays close to me.
“I’m going to sit in the back with her. Just in case she needs something urgently,” Bear states, opening the door for me.
“Do whatever you need to do. I’ll get us back to the club as fast as I can,” Gears replies.
Bear pulls me close to him in the car, resting my head on his chest. He rubs my cheek as his other hand runs up and down my side lightly. Goosebumps run through my whole body from his light touch.
“It’s going to be okay. I’ll take good care of you,” Bear whispers in my ear.
I hide my face in his chest, my face heating up from his words. I never knew that words could affect me so much. I basically become a puddle of goo in his arms, willing to let him do anything if he’ll just keep talking like that.
“I hope you feel better, Brooke,” Gears says, turning off the car.
Bear gets out of the car, and I follow him. The whole way to the room, I am a mixture of emotions. There’s a small amount of dread in my veins because I have no idea what he’s going to do, how far this may go, but at the same time, I’m excited to be with someone new, to experience something new.
Bear skips steps as he makes his way up the stairs, forcing me to do the same by pulling on our joined hands. He opens his door and ushers me in before slamming the door and facing me.
“Now, lie on the bed on your back,” Bear demands.
14
BROOKE
Without hesitation, I make my way toward the bed, lying on my back. His tone of voice compels me to follow his orders.
Bear walks over to me like a predator waiting for his meal, and that excites me. I squeeze my thighs together as my core weeps for him. My lust-filled eyes meet his hungry ones.
“At any point you get uncomfortable, you stop me. Do you understand me?” he asks.
I nod, just wanting him to continue with what he has planned. I don’t want him to talk nonsense right now.
He crawls onto the bed and over me, his face meeting mine. He bends down and kisses me slowly. His soft lips guide mine until he takes a breath. He turns his head, lips meeting my ear.
“Tonight is about you and only you. I am going to make you feel so good.” He bites my ear.
I shiver, both at his words and bite. My back arches, my breasts pushing against his chest. He trails kisses down my neck and starts to suck on one spot. He groans when he tries to go further but is met with my shirt.
“This needs to go,” he grunts out.
He grabs the bottom of my shirt and yanks it over my head, leaving me in my bra. He takes in my chest, his eyes roaming every part of me. I bring my hands up to cover my chest, trying to cover the scars. His staring is making me self-conscious.
“Stop!” he demands.
I immediately do as he says and stare at him.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispers. “Scars and all.”
He grabs my hands in one of his and pins them above my head. His other hand gently skims over my skin, teasing me. I gasp in a breath when he runs his fingers over my covered nipple. Trailing lower and lower until his fingers stop, cupping my pussy.
“This is mine,” he huskily whispers in my ear.
I nod in agreement, liking the sound of it. I buck my hips, trying to get him to move his hands.
“Ah, not so fast. I want to appreciate everything, take everything in.” He removes his hand and pushes my hips down.
I pout, still trying to move.
