I knotted my fingers in my long damp hair, letting his words sink into my skin like warm honeydew lime water covering my entire being. I lay there motionless, trying to catch my breath as I watched Bear throw his apron to the floor and undo his belt.
“Do you want it?” he asked, the desire to dominate drenching his words.
My lips played into a devilish sneer as I stared up at him. He knew the answer. Gripping the belt firmly, he let his black jeans and boxers fall to the floor.
“I need you to say it, Scarlett. You know the rules.”
Rules—I loved our rules.
“Please, Bear, I want it around my neck. Please,” I whispered as my voice shook with anticipation.
I threw my wet locks into a messy bun to give him the access he needed. He let the belt wrap around the base of my neck, the buckle cold against my skin, sending goose bumps over my body. He kicked off his boots, leaving his clothes in a pile where he stood. Gripping my hand, Bear helped me up and led me to the counter, taking care to steer me away from the mess and broken bone china. I gripped the edge of the granite tightly as he wrapped the slack around his right hand and the leather tightened.
The soft flannel fell off my shoulders as I arched my back into his firm chest. Kissing the sensitive part of my bare left shoulder blade, Bear thrust deep into me. I moaned as the sensation consumed me. I could feel him watching my body language carefully as I choked and shook in his arms, completely surrendering to his every touch and movement. My breath hitched as the belt constricted more. Letting my head roll back, Bear loosened his grip.
“Breathe,” he instructed.
I took a deep breath in right as the leather tensed again. I went into the hyper-intensity of a convulsing orgasm as Bear’s cock twitched deep within me. His teeth sank into my shoulder as he rode out his own climax and bottomed out inside me.
As he pulled out, hot cum dripped down my inner thigh. He removed the belt before grabbing a dishtowel from the counter and running it under hot water.
Bear held me against the counter while he cleaned me and pressed the warm cloth against my pulsating cunt.
“You’re such a good little girl,” he cooed as his lips brushed my forehead.
“Thank you,” I muttered, using his strong body to steady my shaky stance.
Whisking me up into his arms, he carried me to our bedroom.
“What about the mess in the kitchen?” I asked as Bear tucked me under the covers on my side of our California king.
“It’ll still be there in the morning, darlin’. We’ll deal with it then.”
* * *
A loud crashechoed through the house, shocking both of us awake.
Bear grabbed his sidearm from the nightstand before tossing me my Kimber 9mm from its hiding place in the drawer. Safety off and one already in the chamber, I was ready to shoot first and ask questions later.
“Stay here,” he ordered.
There was no way in hell that was going to happen. I shook my head as he rolled his stormy eyes at me.
Silently, I followed closely on my tiptoes as we made our way into the front room. The window next to the door was shattered, and a brick wrapped in brown paper and twine lay on the floor below it.
Bear hastily grabbed it, unraveling the paper and showing me the note that was scribbled inside.
I know what you did.
That was all it said.
My blood ran cold as every hair on my body stood on end—I knew that handwriting. Staring up at Bear, I burst into tears.
“Jasper,” was all I could get out.
Bear flew out the front door, trying to chase down the car that sped down our gravel road. He fired a few shots, barely missing the back tires as my ex-husband got away.
Standing on the front porch, I watched as Bear trotted back to me.
