ROMANCE: Bear Naked Seduction (Billionaire Bear Trio Book 1)

by Audrey Storm

  “I've wanted this for so long. It's for you, it's all for you,” I said, and worked her pussy until the orgasm exploded inside and the ripples passed through her body. Her head twisted as did her body, but I swung my legs around to hold her in place and I kept going, torturing her with pleasure, making her cum so much my hand was soaked and the room was filled with the smell of her. I stimulated and stroked her sweet spots, causing a chain reaction of orgasms to flood her body, until she finally begged me to stop.

  I finally extricated my hand and leaned over her, kissing her softly, although she strained to catch her breath.

  “That was intense,” she said, and I caressed her body with my wet hand, laying next to her, cuddling up to her so that we were still connected. I never wanted to leave her side. Never wanted to be anywhere but with her. I waved my fingers over her heaving chest and looked in awe at the glory of her body, at the mess I had made of her. She was still trying to catch her breath. She gulped a lot, and clung to me as though the room was spinning.

  “I'd do you but I think I'm physically incapable. I don't think I'll be able to move for hours,” she said. I merely smiled and kissed her on the side of her head, nuzzling into her, breathing in her scent.

  “That suits me. I don't want to go anywhere,” I said, and we remained on the floor for the rest of the night. Aaron was but a distant memory. I was the love of her life, and now it was finally out in the open.

  Chapter 5

  “These need to go,” she said, holding her hair in her hand. I smiled as we took a break from a lovemaking and she led me to the sink. I held out her hair while she chopped it off, just as she had done all those years ago, and I watched the strands flutter down until her hair was short again. She was back to the Bea I knew, the Bea I loved. Whatever spell Aaron had cast upon her had been dispelled and she was back to her old self.

  “I never knew the art of making love before,” I said, relaxing in bed. She crawled over and kissed me again, and this time she made love to me, returning the pleasure I had given her, our symbiosis complete. Her fingers touched me, her legs were sprawled over mine, and our sheets were soaked by the time we were through.

  When it was over I looked at her. I was about to tell her the three words that I had always wanted to tell her, but just before I did she looked at me with glassy eyes and smirked at me.

  “We should do this more often, it's going to be good therapy for my break up. Thank you for doing this. I really appreciate it,” she said, and gave me a deep kiss, a kiss that surely must have meant something, but the way she acted she thought that I was just doing her a favor, that I was only doing this to heal the wounds that Aaron had scarred her with, not that it was a pure genuine expression of love, of the feelings between us. I was stunned and as she pulled her jeans on I couldn't bring myself to say all the things I was feeling inside because the words were a jumble in my mind.

  Later that night Denise called. I was distant and rude and I shouldn't have been but I needed to sort things out with Bea. I thought I had gotten everything I ever wanted but it wasn't how I'd imagined it. It still wasn't true. It was cloaked in the mask of friendship, but we had gone beyond that. I was plunged back into the darkness of my teenage despair, and although I had moved to the big city and was successful in my career I still felt the way I did when I was fifteen, completely helpless.

  I tried to imagine what I could say to Bea but now she was back to being herself I she was difficult to read. She came back and we made love again, but this time I couldn't give it my all like I had before. I keep looking at her, wondering if she knew the depth of feeling I had for her, and if she did then how could she treat me in such a manner. Didn't she know that she was hurting me?

  After it was over we lay in silent, the silver moonlight streaking through a gap in the curtains, a slash against her body. I reached over with my hand and ran it along her stomach. She turned and cuddled up to me. She looked so peaceful, so innocent, and I couldn't believe that she would perform such a heinous act against me, to take the love I offered and use it as a salve.

  When we weren't making love we were friends. It was a confusing time and I didn't know what to make of it. I know I should have talked to her about it but I didn't want to rock the boat. I knew that once I revealed my true feelings for her it would all be over and she wouldn't want to keep doing it because she would finally be aware of how much it was hurting me.

  Denise kept calling as well. The longer it went on the more I hated myself for ignoring her. I managed to avoid her at work but eventually I knew I had to go and see her. We went to the same pancake place we'd gone to on our first date. She dabbed the corners of her mouth in the same manner, but this time I didn't feel the same adoration for her. All my affection was focused on Bea and I didn't have room for anyone else.

  “It's her, isn't it?” Denise said. I'd never mentioned me feelings for Bea directly, but Denise had picked up on it.

  “It was all in the way you looked at her, or the things you didn't say when you were talking about her. No offense, but I don't see what the big fuss is? She doesn't do anything but treat people mean, and she's only ever taken advantage of your good nature. If it wasn't or you she'd be out on the streets.”

  “I think that's a little harsh,” I said, my hackles rising as I sought to defend my queen.

  “You always cover her rent and she uses that place like a bedsit. She comes and goes as she pleases without letting you know, and she brings home all manner of guys-”

  “It's not that bad, you don't understand, nobody understands her like I do,” I said, interrupting Denise before she could go on and on and on. I didn't need to hear anything else negative about Bea. I'd been hearing that all my life and it was getting to be a tired and monotonous song.

  “Maybe that's true,” Denise said, her tone softening, “you know, I'm not even mad at you. I knew this day was coming.”

  “You did?”

  “I knew you never loved me. You liked me a lot, and we had fun together, but even when we were in bed it was like she was there, always between us. You would have done anything for her, but you wouldn't have gone that far from me.”

  “I'm sorry, Denise.”

  “I know you are. You're a good person, and I just find it sad that you've wasted your heart on her,” she said, and in her eyes I saw pity. I drummed my fingers on the table and looked down, feeling the weight of my burden. To love someone was no easy thing, and it sure took its toll. Having Denise there was helpful, and her contact was reassuring. I wish I could have kept her around, told her that I could have been with her because I knew that she was safe and she would have cared for me in the same way that I cared for Bea, and at that moment I burst into tears. I think Denise was about to leave, but when she saw the condition I was in she came around the table and knelt down in front of me, comforting me in the same way as I had comforted Bea after her breakup, but I knew that this time it wasn't going to lead to sex.

  “What's wrong?” she cooed.

  “What am I supposed to do with my love? It's all there for her to take but she won't. She just wants to keep it casual, a hook up, like I'm just there to make her feel better. How can I get her to see that I love her?” I said, tears blurring my vision. I sniffed and rubbed my sleeve against my nose.

  “You have to talk to her,” Denise said, but it was the one thing I didn't want to do. It had been a secret for so long that I couldn't fathom how I could tell her. “It's never going to get better unless you tell her, and she's never going to know. Listen, she's self-absorbed and she's not going to figure it out for herself. For your own sake you should do this. Get it all out in the open. It's about time. Look at yourself, the love you have for her is killing you.” She let the words sink in. “Take care of yourself,” she said, kissing me on the cheek, tasting my tears, then squeezing my shoulder as she walked away, tossing a few crisp notes on the table. Her footsteps echoed away as I was faced with the only course of action left. I knew that I had to t
ell Bea, and in my heart I feared that Denise was right and that Bea would never care for me in the way I wanted her to, but after all this time I owed myself the truth.

  Chapter 6

  The streets were deserted as I walked home. There was the hint of moisture in the air, and I knew that it would rain soon. I rehearsed the words over and over again in my head, trying to imagine her reaction. My natural inclination was to see her face drop and then her eyes harden as she told me in no uncertain terms that she didn't feel the same way, but I tried to shake off the sense of foreboding that had enveloped me. I ended up so wracked with nerves that I bought a bottle of vodka and swigged it on my way back, until I got a good buzz going.

  I took a deep breath before I opened the door to the apartment, and to my horror I saw Bea and Aaron sitting on opposite ends of the couch, looking as though they were in the middle of something important. Aaron glared at me. Bea looked up, and I could see confusion in her eyes. I froze.

  “Can you give us a minute?” Aaron said, his manly voice slicing through our apartment, our hearts, trying to sever us from each other. I started to turn, but then I stopped. I looked at Bea and I knew that my friend needed me. I couldn't leave her.

  “What's going on?” I asked.

  “It's not your business,” Aaron said curtly.

  “He wants to give it another shot,” she said. I felt like I was going to be sick. I looked at both of them, and before I did anything else I dropped the bottle of vodka, not caring that it shattered and spilled on the floor. I stormed up, grabbed Bea's hand, and dragged her to my room. Aaron protested but I locked the door before he could do anything. I waited for the hammering to subside before I turned to Bea, and sat beside her.

  “He said he's sorry and wants to give it another go, that we had something good and it's too good to through away,” she said. I clenched my jaw and tried to put my own feelings aside and put her first, because I loved her and wanted to make her happy.

  “And what do you want?”

  “I...I don't know,” she said, and there I saw her again, the vulnerable girl, the one that I only had seen, the one that explained everything. I wrapped her up in my arms and squeezed her tightly. As I held her I felt her strength becoming my own. I felt myself growing inside, a new confidence and courage surging through me.

  “I'm going to tell him to leave,” I said, and promptly did just that. At first he fought me but I made it clear that he was leaving, no matter what. I went back in to see Bea, who had calmed down. I watched her shaking shoulders, looking so small and frail perched on the edge of the bed, and the words came out easily, all the years of silent suffering were undone by a single moment in which the stars aligned and everything seemed right.

  “Bea, I know this isn't the perfect time but I've been holding onto something for so long. I love you, I always have, I've loved you since before I knew what love was, and I'm sorry that it took me so long to say it. Nobody is ever going to love you like I do, nobody is going to know you the way I do. We're A & B, the angel and the devil. It's always been us against the world, and I don't want the random hook ups anymore. If we're going to do this I want to do it properly,” I said, speaking confidently. Bea turned to face me, a wide smile on her face.

  “You mean it?” she said, her face lighting up.

  “Of course...” I said, a little confused as to why she'd been so surprised. She leaped to her feet and clasped my hands in hers.

  “I hoped you'd feel that way, all this time, but I wasn't sure...” she said.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean I've loved you too.”

  “Since when?”

  “Since always!”

  I couldn't believe what she was saying. I stumbled back in disbelief.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I always loved you. You were the best person I ever knew, but you were so perfect you were like a princess and I was just...I was the girl that nobody liked, the one that they were all scared of. What chance did I have with you? And you were always so successful in everything you did, then you came here and you were such a big shot. And what did I do? I just wasted my life.”

  “You lived your life!”

  “I didn't, I tried to fill it with empty relationships and stupid trips to nowhere. When all I wanted to do was tell you how I felt.”

  “But why didn't you just tell me?”

  “I could ask the same about you,” she said, and suddenly the absurdity of our situation overwhelmed us and we collapsed into laughter, and then into kisses, and then into the bed where we made love properly for the first time, our bodies instruments of our souls, sharing and creating new realms of pleasure that we had never before broached. Our bodies screamed in ecstasy and as we lay together we achieved a state of perfect bliss. The angel and the devil were together properly at last, just as we had always been destined to be.

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  Ha sido un largo año de Bella. Ella había sufrido tanto y que finalmente fue empezando a sentir como si estuviera en el control de su vida una vez más. Tenía todo comenzó cuando Bella consiguió asaltado.

  Caminando a casa desde el trabajo en un frío atardecer de otoño, Bella celebró su pelaje apretado contra su cuerpo a permanecer caliente. Ella no tuvo miedo de caminar a casa; lo había hecho muchas veces antes, cuando su esposo Scott había olvidado a buscarla desde el trabajo. Ellos vivían en una ciudad pequeña donde nada ha sucedido, y ella se sentía segura mientras caminaba por la carretera. Ella pensaba acerca de la frecuencia con la que se había olvidado de ella. Era como si ella no significaba nada para él. Ella sabía que nunca podría olvidar a recogerlo del trabajo y se preguntó cómo podía ser tan estúpido para dejarle tomar prestado su coche una vez más. Las cosas habían sido estupenda en el comienzo de la relación. Bella había sido lo que se conoce como una novia pedido por correo. Scott había elegido de todas las otras mujeres y pensó que iba a vivir una vida de cuento de hadas. La mayoría de la gente piensa que sólo los ricos viejos hombres ordenaron a novias por correo pero la verdad era que era más popular que nadie realmente quería admitir. Scott parecía como si él fuera perfecto. Tenía un buen trabajo, bien vestida, y la trató como a una reina. Él no obligarla a casarse enseguida, pero había llegado a su apartamento y un trabajo. Dijo que quería darle tiempo a conocerlo. Dentro de unos meses, Scott se había trasladado a Bella del apartamento y todo pero tomadas durante su vida. Él raramente iban a trabajar, lo que significaba que Bella tuvo que trabajar aún más. Él no traiga ningún extra de facturas con él, pero era de esperar de ella a pagar por sus alimentos, así como la electricidad extra que estaba usando por vivir con ella. Y, por supuesto, tuvo que pagar para poner gas en su coche, que había comprado con sus ingresos si él quería ir a pasar el rato con sus amigos. Ella se preguntó qué había hecho mal, por qué había cambiado tan drásticamente, pero sus pensamientos fueron interrumpido repentinamente. Todos a la vez dos hombres entraron corriendo en ella. Bella miró hacia arriba, no estoy seguro si ella debería estar asustado o simplemente mover fuera del camino. Ella trató de paso para el lado de la pasarela cuando un hombre la agarraron y los demás arrebató el bolso. Bella gritó en el terror, no comprender plenamente lo que estaba sucediendo. El hombre que había una bodega de Bella empujado su rostro en su cuello y ella juró que estaba oliendo a ella, cuando el otro hombre agarró su brazo y le dijeron que se vaya. Pero él dudó, mirando Bella derecho en los ojos. Por extraño que fuese, algo en sus ojos intrigados; ella nunca había visto ojos tan increíble-marrón oscuro con líneas amarillas en todo. Él giró rápidamente su cabeza y dos de ellos corrió hacia la carretera.

  Bella era todavía un momento en estado de shock por lo que había ocurrido. Entonces, sin vacilar, ella se volvió y comenzó a caminar por el camino otra vez. Ella sabía que ella debe encontrar ayuda,
que ella debe encontrar un teléfono para llamar a la policía, pero ella solo siguió caminando a casa. Cuando llegó a casa y contó lo sucedido, Scott estaba en shock. De alguna manera, a sabiendas de que ella había sido asaltada sacó un lado protector de él que no había visto en meses. Él estaba listo para ir a luchar por su honor, o al menos eso era cómo actuó.

  No querer discutir con Scott, ella decidió que ella iba a tomar una ducha para despejar la cabeza pero sólo ha confundido a sí misma más. Ella pensaba en el hombre que la había agarrado y la mirada en sus ojos. Ella había visto en las noticias que había habido una extraña erupción de asaltos, monederos mujer adoptadas pero ningún daño próximos a la mujer. No habían capturado a los hombres porque la descripción de cada mujer es diferente, salvo que todos ellos afirmaban que estos hombres tenían ojos extraños.

  Bella se preguntó si este era el hombre que ella había encontrado, pero ¿cómo podría ser? Cada mujer se describe como un hombre distinto y ninguna de las descripciones montar el hombre que ella había visto. Esas cosas extrañas que había visto en las noticias recientemente.

  Los animales que se encontró con sus corazones se rompen, la gente jura que esto sólo fue sucediendo en la luna llena. Se asombrará Bella cómo aún hoy con todos los conocimientos y avances humanos había hecho que todavía amaba a creer en los cuentos de hadas.

  Como Bella secado, ella podía oír a Scott en su sala de estar gritando por teléfono a uno de sus amigos acerca de cómo ella no iba a llamar a la policía y cómo ella declaró que había sido asaltada; y en ese instante, comprendió que el hombre que realmente habían agarrado tenía más compasión en sus ojos para ella que Scott tenía nunca.