ROMANCE: Bear Naked Passion (Billionaire Bear Trio Book 2)

by Audrey Storm

  Angel glanced at John and he tried to ignore her disappointed eyes. As she brought the food to the table, she looked at Alissa, reaching up and touching the string she said. “I wish you wouldn’t wear this thing, how about we go and get you a nice one-piece swimming suit to wear.”

  Alissa raised an eyebrow at her mother and Mitch tried not to laugh. He found it ironic that Angel was worried about a swimming suit when not 10 hours before she had walked into Alissa’s room to find her almost naked with a man twice her age. Angel turned and looked at Mitch. “Don’t you agree, Mitch?” she continued as she poured more coffee into John’s cup. “A young girl really should cover her body.”

  Mitch looked at Angel as if she had been taken by aliens and replaced with this strange woman that stood before him. “I’m just saying, she doesn’t have to show all of her body all of the time,” Angel rolled her eyes at Mitch. She knew just what he was thinking.

  Angel used to run around with her body hanging out of her clothes as well. It seemed as if that were a million years ago to her, but she knew that she had. The difference between her and her daughter was that she was not overflowing out of her clothes. She had always tried to be sensitive when it came to Alissa’s weight at least that is how she saw things. She wanted her daughter to feel pretty, but she also wanted to teach her daughter how important it was to be healthy and how great she could feel if she would just lose weight. She swore Alissa was only staying overweight just to defy her.

  “I think that she should dress however, she is comfortable with dressing,” Mitch replied back to Angel. “But then again, she is not my daughter and I don’t know the least about raising a daughter.”

  Mitch did not want to get caught in the middle of an argument between the two women. He admired how John simply hid his head in the newspaper and avoided the confrontation all together.

  Alissa looked at her mother. “Well, Mother,” she began. “Not all of us can be so lucky to look like sickly little boys. Some women actually look like women. I like my bikini, and so do the guys.” She smiled at Mitch as she finished her sentence, doing everything she could to get him to take her side.

  He was having no part of it. “I think I am going to head out to the lake for a little while,” he announced as he stood up. It was obvious to John that Mitch was becoming uncomfortable and he said that he would go with Mitch.

  Anger filled Alissa’s face as she realized both of the men were leaving her with her mother. “So what are your plans for the day?” Angel asked Alissa changing the subject as the two men left the room.

  “I am going to go exploring,” Alissa said making up something so that she did not have to spend the day with her mother.

  “Exploring,” Angel said. “That sounds exciting.”

  Alissa smiled at her mother. She didn’t care what she did that day as long as it was not some fake relationship building game that her mother had planned.

  The rest of the summer went much the same way. Angel would try each morning to get her daughter to do something with her. This would cause Alissa to get angry. When the two men heard the aggravation in the women’s voices they quickly made their way out of the house, into the woods or out to the lake.

  Alissa would lie and tell her mother that she had plans even if it meant that she had to go hide for the entire day by herself. She had not met anyone on the lake all summer. There were a few boys her age, but she knew that they would only annoy her. They were immature and she could not stand it.

  She had not had sex with Mitch since the first night that they had arrived. She still teased him as much as she could, when her parents would go to town to pick up supplies she would lay at the edge of the lake and tan without her top on. She could always see him standing at his window watching her.

  She had even reached into her panties a few times and rubbed her clit so that he could watch. On occasion she would walk by his room and hear him jerking off. She would smile as she imagined that he was thinking about her. When her parents were not looking she would rub her ass against his cock or slid her hand against the front of his pants. She wanted him to know that she had not forgotten about their night together.

  Alissa had even walked through the house completely nude when her parents were outside making sure that she got his attention. She would grab his hand and press it against her pussy allowing him to rub her clit for mere minutes before she turned and left him again. She knew that she was driving him wild and she was loving it. With only a week left of the summer Alissa knew that she needed to feel him inside of her just one more time.

  Her parents had decided that they wanted to go see a movie and have dinner together. They asked Mitch if it would be okay if they left Alissa with him as if she were still a young child. He laughed and told them it would not be a problem. He had been sitting out in the yard when her parents pulled out of the drive way and within seconds Alissa was standing behind him.

  He lifted his head and looked up at her only to realize that she was standing outside completely naked.

  “Alissa, someone is going to see you,” he whispered.

  She grinned at him. “I think someone already has,” she said pointing to his cock. Alissa walked around Mitch and stood over the top of him. Each of her legs were on opposite sides of his body and her pussy was inches from his face. He stared up at this wild young woman taking in all of her scents before he looked straight at her pussy.

  Alissa placed both of her hands on the back of his head and pushed his face into her pussy grinding it against her clit. Mitch flicked his tongue out of his mouth, grabbed her ass with both hands and began licking her as quickly as he could. Alissa began moaning after only a few seconds loving the feeling of his wet hot tongue on her swollen numb.

  She slid one hand up and pinched her nipple when she saw something out of the corner of her eye. Alissa turned her head and saw one of the boys that was about her age standing next to a tree. He was doing his best to hide, but she could tell by the motion on his arm that he was pleasing himself while he watched Mitch please Alissa.

  She winked at the boy when he realized he had been spotted which caused him to step out from behind the tree. As Mitch unaware of the boy licked and sucked at her clit, Alissa watched this boy rubbing his shaft. She was more turned on than she had ever been. She had always fanaticized about being watched even though she had no idea what about it turned her on so much.

  She had wanted to have more than one man at a time too, but that was for another day. Today she was going to focus on Mitch. She threw her head back as he slid two fingers deep into her pussy and worked on her clit from the inside while he sucked on it from the outside.

  Her juices flowed down her legs as she came over and over. Finally catching her breath, she looked down at Mitch. “We’re being watched,” she moaned. She felt Mitch’s body tense as the words came out of her mouth. “Don’t worry, he has no idea who you are.”

  Mitch began pumping his fingers into her once again. He did not care who was watching them as long as it was not his best friend John. He could not imagine what would happen if John caught him fucking his daughter.

  “Let’s give him a show,” she moaned.

  Mitch was surprised and looked up at Alissa, he was amazed just how much she was like her mother and she had no idea. Mitch would never forget the times that he and Angel put on shows in front of groups of couples. His thick cock stretching her tiny pussy. That was something that Alissa could never know.

  She laid down on the grass and spread her legs wide open. Mitch knelt by her side so that she had access to his cock. With one hand he spread her pussy lips so that the guy who was watching could see everything that he was doing to her. Then he began rubbing her clit, causing her to moan before shoving three fingers deep into her pussy. Mitch would pump his fingers into her a few times before sliding them out and rubbing on her clit.

  She watched the boy the entire time, he had already come twice on the lawn, almost as if he was teasing her. She wante
d to taste his come so badly. She had forgotten how much fun it was to make guys her own age come all over. She had also forgotten how much they would worship her after she made them come.

  The boy was close to coming again, Alissa could tell. He was jerking hard and fast on his cock, she had even heard him grunt a few times. He didn’t even care if Mitch heard him and that turned her on.

  She thought that she might have to go visit this boy after she was done with Mitch but for now she needed to keep her mind on what she was doing.

  Alissa took one of Mitch’s balls into her mouth and rubbed his shaft with one of her hands. As she sucked on his balls alternating between the two she could feel them tightening up and she could hear Mitch moaning.

  Without any warning Mitch pulled his fingers out of her pussy and began pushing them forcefully into her ass. He had one of her legs flipped up over her shoulder and the other he held with one hand. She would not have been able to stop him if she had tried, but she knew how much it had pleased her when he stuck his fingers in her puckered hole last time and she was ready for more.

  Mitch did not take his time this time, as soon as her ass allowed, he pressed one finger inside and began pumping it into her. Soon he was pressing in a second finger and then a third. Alissa felt as if she were going to die from the pleasure that she was feeling. As he would slam his hand into her ass he would bend down and flick or suck at her clit, causing what felt like electricity to flow through her body.

  Mitch quickly pulled his fingers out of her ass, causing her to yelp loudly. With one swift movement he flipped her over onto her stomach and told her to get on her knees. Alissa lifted her body up and stood on her knees. Mitch reached around her and began teasing her clit even more. It was already so swollen Alissa did not think that it could handle being touched any more, but Mitch had no intention of stopping until he was finished.

  She felt him slide his thick cock between her ass cheeks then press it against her hole. His body began to tense up, but he told her to take a deep breath or it was going to hurt. Alissa did as she was told. After all, she was sure he knew more about it than she did.

  She thought about how gentle he had been when he had fucked her pussy the first time, inching into her allowing her body to stretch. This was not how he behaved this time. As soon as Mitch had the tip of his cock into her ass he plunged it into her as hard as he could.

  Alissa let out a deep moan as every muscle in her body tried to tighten up. She struggled to hold her body up, she was shaking all over and the more he slammed his cock into her the harder it got.

  She was moaning with pleasure and had already come several times before her arms and legs gave out. Mitch did not stop. As she lay flat on the ground, he grabbed her shoulders and slammed his cock into her ass over and over until he was moving so fast that everything she saw was blurred.

  Mitch slammed hard into her and she heard him begin to groan. He began sliding his cock back out of her and slammed hard into her one more time as she felt his cock spasming inside of her ass releasing all of its hot fluid into her.

  Mitch slid his cock out of her ass and wiped the small drip of come that was left on the tip onto her cheek. He stood and walked back into his cabin, leaving her on the ground. Alissa had never experienced anything like that before and lay on the ground enjoying what her body was going through until she realized that her parents would arrive back home soon.

  Alissa looked up and saw that the guy who had been watching her was gone. She had no idea when he had left, but was glad that she would not be seen walking as if she had been fucked hard. She had in fact been fucked very hard and she had loved it, but she did not want her parents to know.

  Alissa took a shower and went to bed before her parents showed up. She was able to avoid them the next few days and as they left the cabin the doctor came up to her.

  “Any time you need to get away just give me a call,” he said to her with a wink.

  Her mother asked what that was about and Alissa simply told her that they had become friends and he understood her. Angel looked at John with an eyebrow raised, but John just laughed. It did not matter what happened, he knew he could trust his friend.

  It was a long ride home with her parents, they wanted to talk about everything but Alissa knew just how to shut them up. Mitch had not given her any details, but had told her that when they wanted to know about her life to ask them about theirs.

  “I want to hear about you when you were in college,” she said looking at her parents. The two of them looked at each other and just smiled.

  “Oh,” John said, taking his wife’s hand. “That would just bore you.”

  THE END

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  Chapter 1

  Bridget Mason looked at herself in the bathroom mirror with a sigh. The dress that her sister had given her last Christmas was just as gorgeous as she’d remembered it, but a tighter fit than it had been all those months ago. Now it bunched at her sides and pinched her round stomach, making her feel like the pig of the ball.

  Well, it wasn’t like she was going to the Mayor’s Charity Gala to impress anybody. Honestly, she didn’t even want to go. But with Jessica out sick and no one left to cover the event, her editor had all but threatened her to do it.

  Brring! Brring!

  Speak of the devil.

  “Uh, hello?” Bridget answered her cell hesitantly. She had her fingers crossed that the woman was calling to tell her that she was off the hook.

  “Bridget!” Pamela’s voice laughed through the line. “Glad that I caught you. I’ve pulled a few strings and gotten you a proper ride for the gala, so I don’t care if you’ve already left in that truck of yours, turn back around and leave it at your apartment. Tonight, you’re riding in style.”

  “Style…?” Bridget muttered, holding her cellphone to her ear as she tried to finish applying her mascara.

  “Tell me, kid,” Pamela asked, a touch of condescension in her tone. “Have you ever ridden in a limo before?”

  Bridget froze, one eye squinted closed as the other stared wide open at her reflection. “A limo?” she repeated. Sure, she’d never actually been in one, but she could certainly imagine: the leg room, the plush seats, the free drinks—

  The way everyone would look to see who had just arrived as it pulled up, and then turn away in disgust when it was only her in a tight dress.

  It sounded like a nightmare. “I-I don’t think—”

  “He’ll be there at eight,” Pamela spoke over her. “Dress nice, okay? Like we talked about. Ciao!”

  Bridget stood stock-still, listening to the sudden dial tone as Pamela’s words echoed inside of her head. Dress nice, she’d said.

  Bridget imagined that for bubbly, successful Pamela Carter, dressing nice was just a part of her genetic makeup. The woman practically breathed luxury, and with a size-two figure and long blonde hair, it was like she was doing clothes a favor when she wore them.

  Yet Bridget, on the other hand, was a size sixteen, with a round face and cropped red hair that barely touched her shoulders. She was fat, and short, and had never dressed in anything that was currently in style, let alone ride in it. Hell, at twenty-seven she was an editor at Cupid’s Call, a women’s fashion magazine that addressed everything from sex to gardening, and even there she was the boring one who only ever covered etiquette and manners.

  She never thought that she’d be squeezing into a dress and dolling up for a party like so many of her coworkers did to flush out their stories. Not that she was happy about it.

  Not that she could get out of it now.

  Bridget glanced at her wristwatch. It was fifteen to eight, and she still wasn’t even done with her makeup. Dropping her phone to rest on the marble countertop, she finished touching up her eyes and sprayed her curls. She was just thinking about fighting her tight dress to go to the bathroom one last time when her cellphone went off.r />
  The limo had arrived.

  As it turned out, pulling up to an elite party in a limo wasn’t the terrible embarrassment that Bridget had thought it would be.

  It was worse.

  Not only had her driver insisted on opening the door for her, but when she’d stepped out of the limo, pulling on her short dress in an attempt to readjust it, people had not only stared but made faces. Some had only given her a polite blink and a blank face, but others still had turned away with a laugh, or looked her up and down while making a dubious face.

  She could feel the burn of her blush before she’d even taken a proper step out of the vehicle.

  Her driver, Andrew, had assured her that he’d be back to pick her up at ten, and no earlier – Pamela’s orders. Bridget hadn’t bothered to try fighting him and gave a hasty goodbye as she’d hastily run into the building, using her clutch and invitation to cover up the worst part of her stomach.

  Once she was finally inside, she acted like the invisible party guest she’d always been and quickly scouted out the quietest corner in the room to take a permanent seat within it. Her stomach grumbled as the smells of the buffet wafted over to her from across the room, but the last thing she wanted to do was pig out in public when she was already the biggest person there. Besides, she wouldn’t put it past the other party guests to take a picture.

  Sighing, Bridget pulled out her phone and took a small video of the party herself. She knew it’d come in handy later to watch when she was finally back in her apartment and sitting down to write her article, “Mister Mayor’s Money Mission.” The short video would remind her of the sights and sounds of the place, and get her in the right tone for the piece. As Pamela had warned her, it needed to differ greatly from everything that she’d written before, and be nothing less than perfect.