His fingers graze over my hips before landing on my pussy. He runs his fingers between my folds. I move my hips a little, trying to get him to push his fingers into me.
“Ah, patience, baby. We have all night,” he whispers in my ear.
He inserts two fingers into my pussy. I arch my back and gasp at the intrusion, loving the feel of it. Slowly, he starts moving, stretching me, causing a small fire to blossom within and grow as Bear continues to thrust his fingers in and out, creating amazing friction.
Bringing myself out of my thoughts, I pick up my pace, getting closer to orgasming. I lean my body against the wall of the shower and move my other hand, rubbing my clit.
I shudder as my hips buck more. I keep going, imagining Bear pumping his dick into my pussy. Tears come to my eyes as I push myself over the edge, coming hard.
I continue to move my fingers in and out, riding my ecstasy. My chest heaves up and down as I come down from the high, and my core relaxes into a satisfying calm.
Standing straight with my legs shaking, I finish cleaning myself off. I turn the water off, step out of the shower, and quickly dry myself off.
After putting my pajamas on, I dry my hair and hop into bed. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking. It shocks me that I’ve only known Bear for a couple of hours, and I’ve already masturbated thinking about him. I haven’t done that since the beginning of my relationship with my ex-boyfriend, which scares me. I’m petrified of what will happen if I get to know Bear more. The fear of being used and beaten again if I let him in consumes me.
Sighing, I roll over. I just won’t get close to Bear then. I’ll have to make sure to ignore everyone at the club, so it won’t look like I’m just ignoring him.
I fall asleep trying to come up with the best possible solution to ignoring everyone.
My alarm wakes me up,and I’m groggy. I had nightmares several times overnight. They kept me up most of the night. I am on edge from them, and hate being touched or talked to after them. It’s also not helping that I am not getting enough sleep. It’s starting to take a toll on me, and I can feel how sluggish I am.
I slide out of bed and look over at the clock.7:50 a.m.Quickly, I grab my clothes off the bedside table and rush to putthem on. I am supposed to be at work at eight, and it takes me fifteen minutes to walk there.
I quickly grab my keys and scarf, making my way out of my room. I shut the door and walk toward the front of the motel, wrapping my scarf around my neck.
I really hate wearing all this clothing because I get too hot and sweat a lot, but I don’t feel comfortable without it. People stare at me when they see my scars. The first couple of months after the incident, I couldn’t wear anything on my wounds, and they were visible to everyone. I didn’t go out much then, not liking how people stared at me. Once I got cleared to cover them, I did, and haven’t shown anyone my scars since, until Press asked. The scars remind me of Jared, and covering them up makes me slightly forget about them. When people see my injuries, they stare at me for all sorts of reasons. The looks of disgust and pity only serve to remind me that I’m a scarred freak who will never be loved again.
As I get closer to the club, I sigh, already beginning to sweat. This day is already starting badly, and I feel like it’s just going to go downhill from here. I’m tired and hot, and today is going to be busy.
I jog toward the entrance of the garage, ignoring all the bikers. I open the door quickly and make my way toward the back. I grab a piece of paper and a pen from the table and hastily write that I’m sorry for being late.
I turn around and make my way toward Gears, placing the paper in front of him. I don’t even wait for him to read it and make my way toward the list of things I need to work on today. I just need to get everything off my mind right now, and getting to work as soon as possible will do the trick.
“Brooke, it’s not a problem that you are late. Last night was a late one. If everything doesn’t get done today, it will be okay,” Gears says.
I don’t pay attention and start working on the car in front of me. This car needs new spark plugs. It is a very simple task, but it can take an hour or more to do.
I was supposed to get this done yesterday, but Gears had told me to save it for today. One of the bikers came in yesterday saying he was having trouble with his bike, and he was supposed to go on a ride that night. Gears and I stopped what we were doing and worked on the bike, trying to figure out what was wrong with it.
Gears lets out a sigh, and I continue to work. It can be hot working in a garage, and it doesn’t help that I was already sweating when I walked in. It’s the middle of summer, yet I am dressed like it is December. The garage has air conditioning, but it doesn’t work very well. Gears doesn’t have a problem because he can wear shorts and a T-shirt.
After thirty minutes, I start to feel a little dizzy from the heat. I slowly stand from my bent position and steady myself on the car. I don’t want to collapse and create a scene.
“Are you okay, Brooke?” Gears asks, breaking me out of my thoughts.
I nod, not moving from my position. I just need to catch my breath for a second and try to cool myself down.
The prickling feeling of eyes on me hits, and I turn my head slightly to see who is around me. I had a feeling it was Bear because his stare feels different from everyone else’s. His is one of trying to figure me out. In the doorway is Bear, standing with his arms crossed.
I take my arms off the car and remove one of my gloves. Slowly, I make my way toward the kitchenette. Gears thought it would be a great idea to have the mini fridge in here, so we don’t have to walk to the main kitchen every time we want a drink.
Sadly, when I open the fridge, all I see are beers, and I want to pull my hair out. Gears asked me the first day of workinghere what I liked to drink, and I said water. I don’t like to drink on the job in case something happens. I am a lightweight and want to be aware of my surroundings with all these guys around. Anything could happen then, and I have already gone through hell and back.
I turn and make my way toward the door that Bear is still blocking. He’s looking at my hand, and I quickly start to put my glove back on. I try to squeeze past him, but he won’t budge.
He moves and slowly touches the back of my hand. Staring at him in shock, little tingles zing across my hand from the contact. I have never felt anything like this when a guy touches me, which is scary. Why is Bear so different from all the other guys? He stares back at me, and I quickly duck under his arm and make my way toward the kitchen.
I don’t think I could ever have another man in my life after what the last one put me through. I feel this attraction toward Bear, but he could be just like Jared, and I don’t need that in my life.
