Bear lets out a moan.
“Come,” he commands.
Fireworks explode as I am pushed over the edge. I arch my back as Bear starts to orgasm, filling my vagina with his release.
He slowly moves in and out of my pussy as we both come down. Bear pulls his dick out. My head is fuzzy, as if I’m floating in the clouds as I come down, yet I feel empty, lying on the bed without Bear inside of me.
Bear lies next to me, his chest heaving up and down, trying to catch his breath.
“Amazing,” he whispers in between breaths.
“Absolutely amazing.” I turn my head, looking at him.
He looks over at me and smiles. He pushes some hair out of my face and strokes my cheek.
“Let’s get cleaned up and then we can go to bed,” he says, sitting up.
I lift my arms as he climbs from the bed. He chuckles and picks me up, walking toward the bathroom. He places me on the counter and grabs a washcloth. He runs it under warm water and starts to clean me. After he finishes cleaning us both up, we head back to the bedroom, and he sets me on the bed.
“Do you want a shirt to sleep in?” Bear asks.
“Please.” I give him a smile.
Bear walks over to his closet and picks out a maroon shirt and hands it to me. I slip it on and wait for Bear so I can snuggle into him.
“You look amazing in my clothes,” Bear says, walking toward me.
I feel his arms wrap around my body, giving me a hug. I melt into his arms.
“Let’s get to bed. We both need our sleep,” he says.
He climbs into bed, and I lay next to him, my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
“Goodnight,” I yawn out.
“Goodnight,” he replies.
I relax and close my eyes, starting to fall asleep. Right before I fall asleep, I hear Bear say something but don’t register it.
“I love you.”
25
BROOKE
Iopen my eyes and find Bear in front of me. He looks so peaceful sleeping, like he has nothing in the world to worry about. I start to reflect on what happened this past month.
It’s been a month since I woke up at Razor’s house. Bear confessed that he loved me the night we had sex, but I didn’t hear. He told me about it the following morning. Without any hesitation, I told him I loved him back. I love being around him, caring for him, and so much more. He has helped me in ways I didn’t think were possible. He has gotten me back to the old version of myself I was before I met Jared.
I have also gotten more comfortable around the rest of the club and started speaking to a lot of them. They were all shocked that I started talking, but were really happy that I felt I could.
The day I talked to most of them, they had all thrown a last-minute celebration. I hadn’t laughed that long in forever, and it felt good. Bear has become way more protective of me and makes sure that I am okay twenty-four-seven. Gears has had to tell him to leave several times so he can get to work, and I can, too.
I try not to complain too much to Bear about him being protective and caring because I have never had this before. Sure,my parents were protective and caring, but sometimes I felt like they were just like that because they were parents and had to be. I never felt like it was genuine with them, but just an obligation.
Bear has shown me genuine compassion and care, and it makes me feel loved.
“Good morning, baby,” Bear says in his morning voice.
