Cole

by Xyla Turner

  "Little girl, you ever heard about what happens to folks who poke bears?" I growled at her.

  "Don't see any bears 'round here?" She looked up and around the gym.

  I took a step toward her and then pointed in the direction of the guy wearing leather pants.

  "What's he to you?" I snarled.

  Dessy's nose lifted as she looked at me defiantly, then she took a step closer. "Why?"

  Yup, this was Shay's cousin and I told her before, sass would get her ass tanned.

  One side of my mouth lifted, then I shouted to Bronx without my gaze leaving Dessy, "Bronx, Dessy needs a break. Now!"

  Before he could respond I dipped, picked her up, and swung her over my shoulder like she was a rag doll.

  "Bear." She hit my back. "Put me down."

  When we turned the corner, I slapped Dessy’s ass hard. She needed to know I was not the fucking one.

  She didn't see any bears around and hadn’t answered my question.

  I would not stand for that shit; not from a sexy ass woman, not in front of my brothers or even behind closed doors.

  She needed to learn.

  We finally reached the laundry room which had a locking door. The machines were going and would mask the noise that would escape her sassy mouth. She would yell today.

  Guaranteed.

  I put her down on her feet, dropped my gym bag, and sat on the long wooden bench. She was in jean shorts, a purple tank top, and her hair was curly that day.

  My hand reached out, pulled her down on me so her stomach was across my thighs and her ass was up facing me.

  “You like to sass me?” I asked rhetorically. “You like to poke bears, huh? Don’t see any bears?”

  I smacked her ass hard.

  Her body jumped and she muffled a response.

  “Your young ass likes to fuck with me? Don't you?”

  Slap.

  “Think I won't deliver?”

  Slap.

  “Said I'm scared?”

  Slap.

  “You want big bear to make it all better, huh?”

  Slap.

  “I don't make shit better, little girl. I fuck things up.”

  Slap.

  “You need to know that.”

  Slap.

  “You don't want to fuck with me.”

  Slap.

  “In any way.”

  Slap.

  “You don't know what you’re asking.”

  Slap.

  I rubbed her ass, then grabbed the waistband of her shorts and pulled her up so she was standing.

  She wobbled a bit, but she remained standing.

  Fuck me!

  Her eyes were dilated, those luscious lips were slightly open indicating her arousal. I hadn't held back. Her ass had to be red and hurting but she stood there waiting for me to make the next move.

  Goddamn.

  “Go on,” I said and waved her away. “I've got shit to do. Just mind how you talk to me.”

  She looked down at my pants and kept her eyes there.

  When I looked down, I inhaled and never released my breath. My dick was hard as a fucking tree, laying on the side of my thigh, ready for takeoff.

  Holy fuck.

  As soon as I made the decision to stand, Dessy made the decision to drop to her knees.

  Shit.

  “Get up,” I snapped. “We’re not doing this. I told you. Make me a meal. We’re even.”

  “I can take care of you, Bear,” she said and lowered her head.

  I lifted it and said, “I'm not going there with you, so stop.”

  “Why?”

  “You don't question me, Dessy.”

  Her bottom lip poked out but she shuffled towards me.

  Why the fuck I took three steps back away from her, I couldn't say. Maybe it was to see what she was going to do or to really get away from her. But goddamn, if she didn’t do what I fucking loved.

  Dessy lowered her hands down on the concrete of the washing room, poked her ass higher and crawled toward me on all fours.

  This damn woman.

  My dick almost jumped into her mouth.

  My legs carried me further away but she kept crawling. She was so fucking sexy, I couldn't stand it. Especially on all fours, her ass cheeks moving in rhythm with her shoulder blades. I had no idea why that shit turned me on so fucking much. Maybe it was because of my animal instincts, but it had me unbuckling my belt, unzipping my pants so I could guide my big dick in her tiny mouth.

  The smile on her face sent a warming sensation near my chest. Nothing touched me there. I’d just turned forty-seven years old; some pussy, a beautiful body or a goddamn smile didn't touch me,

  until now.

  She finally reached me, rose so she was only on her knees and began to pull down my boxers.

  “Open up,” I growled.

  Those lips parted and I grabbed my dick and rubbed it over her burgundy-colored lipstick. The head had smudges of her shade on me. Then I put it inside of her anticipating, wet mouth.

  Mother fucker!

  Just as I thought, her mouth was hot and tiny compared to my thick dick. It looked fucking amazing.

  Dessy’s head started to bob on my cock and at first I let her. She felt so goddamn good. Her small moans and murmurings had me waiting to burst right in her mouth.

  “Fuck,” I hissed.

  Her curly hair started to blind my view so I grabbed it in a ponytail and let her continue. I wanted to see everything.

  Then Dessy put her hands behind her back and I almost came in her small mouth.

  She was submitting to me. The woman had been the entire time. She wanted me to take over, I knew but I also knew once I started I wouldn't be able to stop.

  Fuck, I knew I wouldn't.

  Gripping her hair tighter, I pushed into her willing mouth harder and deeper. My dick hit the back of her mouth until I felt her tongue attempt to push me out. I let her the first time, then I growled, “Relax your tongue.”

  She nodded and I pushed back in and held it there.

  God, she was fucking beautiful!

  I pulled out and started fucking her mouth. The wet noises, her moans and that tongue sliding against the underbelly of my dick was all it took. I moved faster and pulled out as I came all over my hand. Dessy looked disappointed, then she took her hand and put it under mine and began to lick my balls.

  I swear my knees threatened to buckle but I let her put each one in her little mouth as her tongue roamed over my hanging sac.

  Some of my cum landed on her cheek when it dropped from my finger and she simply wiped it off and massaged it between two fingers before she continued to lick my balls again.

  “Stand up,” I told her.

  She obeyed me and even though she was a head shorter than me, her neck was lifted and eyes on me as she waited for my next instruction.

  “I would get you off, but you've been naughty,” I told her. “I don't reward naughty girls.”

  She nodded.

  “However, bring food to cook to 653 Kissimmee Place tonight at five. Dinner needs to be ready by six and you cook in the nude. I'll think about getting you off. But understand, it's just a thought. You need to know, little girl, we probably won't have sex anytime soon, so if that's what you're looking for, I'm not the right one for you. I'm an old man and I don't live to fuck, okay? I'm not a machine and I won't take no fucking blue pills to keep up with a young girl’s libido. I'm set in my ways and that's not changing. So, if you think any of that will be a problem.” I pulled up my pants and zipped them back up. “Then, I'm not the one. I don't play games and I don't like them or think they're cute. So, find someone who will play those with you girl, if that's what you want.”

  “No,” she said.

  “You sure?” I asked. “Really think about that shit before you cross my threshold. Won't make me any difference if you show or not. I just need you to be sure this is what you want.”

  Her lips poked out right before she said, “I w
ant you Bear.”

  Fuck.

  “Why?” I asked. “All the fucking guys around here. Why the fuck you singling me out for?”

  “I like Bears,” she purred. “They're big everywhere and they know things about the forest others don't pay attention to. They take their time and are never in a hurry. And no matter where they are, they remain who they are. Bears. They never adapt to their surroundings. I like that.”

  My entire body was heated with red hot molten lava. Who was she? Where did she come from? Who sent her?

  Instead of asking her anything, I simply walked out and left her standing there.

  What in the actual fuck?

  That night, I had changed my mind about her coming over but instead of calling her I simply didn't come home until eleven and I was pissy drunk. Actually, Sheryl brought me home because I couldn't stay on my bike.

  “Bear, you never get like this,” she said as she pulled up to my house. “What gives?”

  “Got shit on my mind.” I staggered out the car.

  Sheryl was one of Pepper’s regulars. Her old man died a few years ago, and sometimes when she wanted to get off, she'd come out and start recruiting for her next victim. We never did anything besides her sucking my dick one drunken night, but she was too loose for me to fuck. I told her as much and she agreed. That's what you got with older women. Fucking truth. No games and no imaginary expectations. She fucked when she wanted and chose when she didn’t. Said what was on her mind and let shit roll off her back like a duck. Not easily offended and knew what a man needed.

  Her arm wrapped around my back as I almost fell, and I wrapped my arm around her shoulders to keep standing.

  “Fucking, Bear,” she exclaimed. “Got to get you tucked in bed. Maybe even a little head to help you nod off.” She laughed.

  Before I could respond, footsteps could be heard from someone on my porch. When we looked up, we saw Dessy, who looked like she’d just lost her best friend. Her eyes were low and the corners of her mouth turned down. But despite all of that, she said, “I can help you with him.”

  What the fuck?

  “What are you doing here?” I asked with no slur.

  “We had a dinner date, remember. I was to come with food to cook at five, have it ready by six and cook in the nude.” She descended the steps. “So, if you don't mind, I'd rather get these groceries inside the refrigerator and you in bed to sleep this off then be on my way.”

  She wrapped her arm around my back and helped me up the stairs. Dessy grabbed the keys out of my pocket, opened the door and they carried me in. When I managed to make it to the couch, Dessy went back outside to get the groceries.

  Sheryl whispered, “So this was the thing on your mind?”

  My eyes rolled around toward her.

  “What the fuck, Bear? She looks awfully young. You getting soft on me too?”

  “Fuck off, Sheryl,” I snapped.

  “Okay, but do you think she's up for a little ménage. You'll be passed out in a few, but a woman added to my notch would be perfect.”

  Her eyebrow raised.

  “I'm not that young,” Dessy answered. “I'm twenty-nine. Plus, the only person who’s allowed to touch me is Bear. Unless, he says otherwise.”

  Oh fuck.

  Sheryl looked at me with bright eyes.

  “Fuck, Sheryl. Get on outta here,” I snapped. “I haven't even tasted her. No way you will before me.”

  “You're no fun!” She rubbed her hand up my chest and Dessy’s eyes grew wide. “You taste her first, then I will.”

  Dessy looked ready to pounce but I was too drunk to even stop whatever was about to happen.

  “No,” I sighed. “Thanks for the ride.”

  “Anytime Bear, you know where to find me.”

  She stood up, smiled at Dessy and said, “Guess he's all yours, then. If you want to…”

  “I don't.” Dessy walked to the kitchen, leaving Sheryl standing there with her mouth open. She turned around and said, “That's a sassy one, Bear. You going to be able to bring her to heel?”

  “Bye, Sheryl.”

  “Bye.”

  She left and I laid out on the couch as my eyelids started to become heavy. Dessy was still in the kitchen putting away five different bags of shit.

  “Dessy,” I called out, but probably mumbled it.

  She never showed and when I finally woke the next morning, she wasn't there.

  My refrigerator was fully stocked, things were cleaner than I ever expected, floors mopped and I swear she had to have worked through the night to clean that fucking house.

  I went to my bedroom and my goddamn clothes were washed and folded, fresh towels were in the bathroom and the place was spotless.

  She had been there the entire night.

  Upon that realization, I’d wake up in a cold sweat and feeling like shit.

  Chapter 1

  Bear

  One Year Later:

  “To have and to hold, for richer, for poorer and until death do you part.” The minister recited to Lori and Apollo.

  The fucking Sergeant of Arms was tying the knot with the love of his life. Apollo was the most rugged, live free or die trying, man I knew. He just didn’t give a fuck. Much like myself but when that gal Lori, came back into town, told him to kiss her ass, my brother got his shit together.

  Like, all the way together.

  The man started a business, purchased a house next to hers and started to set up shop. She didn’t stand a chance against his tactics. Now, the entire Guardian clan was at their wedding watching them get tied down.

  My eyes glanced toward the bridesmaids and looked at the women who simply came in like a whirlwind and was taking each Guardian down one by one. Kylie had just pushed out Razor’s second child and the woman stayed at the gym, getting rid of that baby bump. Shay was pregnant with Bronx’s first child, so her gown was slightly different to accommodate her small baby bump and then there was Dessy. This was Shay’s cousin, the woman who haunted my dreams at night.

  A year ago, I fell into the temptation of everything that is her and in the back of RIGOR, I let her in for just a moment and I’d been living in torture ever since. There she stood in her lightly golden dress that matched her bronze coloring perfectly; she looked like a fucking angel.

  She was an angel.

  And I was Satan’s helper, which is why I never cashed in on that prize. I knew what I was but she didn’t. The woman used to look at me like I hung the sun and now she never looked at me. I knew I was in hell and she probably knew it too.

  I didn’t follow up with her because I didn’t have shit for her. My job as a Guardian was to do the research, manage the operations and get shit done. It was operations and there was nothing sexy about it. My way of protecting her was to scout the Vipers lair, watch her house even though that wasn’t my job and make sure there was a man on her at all times.

  A year had gone by and I still hadn’t made her mine. A stolen kiss here, rolling around in the back of my truck there, and oddly enough, I was so fucking possessive over her, I wouldn’t let nobody get near her. At Shay’s and Bronx’s wedding, she started shaking her ass and I nearly lost my fucking mind. She was happy but then I’d crushed that like a bug.

  “Bear, put me down,” she had screamed when I lifted her off the dance floor and took her outside.

  “Fuck is wrong with you, shaking your ass for every man in there to see,” I growled.

  In that moment, I should have seen the resemblance on her face to that of her crazy ass cousin. Dessy’s head reared back and she looked ready to strike like a snake.

  “What the fuck is wrong with me?” She rose on her toes to get in my face. “I’m not the one scared to take a chance, Bear. You have no say over me shaking my ass or tits for that matter. I’ll dance where and how I want. You forget, I belong to no one!”

  She was right but I didn’t care.

  Didn’t give one shit.

  “If you so much as twirl your ass
on that dance floor Dessy, I will tan it.” My eyes bore into hers since it was the only thing I could do to keep me from taking her ass home and fucking her until we both passed out.

  One side of her hair was cut shorter than the other, so Dessy flipped the longer side behind her back and rolled her eyes as she said, “That’s the only way to get you to look at my ass.”

  My eyes closed as she sashayed her sexy ass back toward the party, but I knew she’d have me losing my shit. I nabbed her by the waist, carried her to my truck as she pounded on my butt with her little fist and took her ass home. She didn’t say anything just sat on the other side of the truck and stared off.

  “You don’t know what you’re asking for,” I told her when we finally came to a stop. “I ain’t got shit for you.”

  Dessy went to pull the handle but I locked the doors again.

  “Dessy,” I growled.

  “I get it, Bear.” She shook her head but wouldn’t face me. “I can’t have you but nobody else can have me? Is that how this works? I can’t dance, can’t flirt with you looming about but you can steal kisses from me in booths, pick me up off the dance floor, so every man thinks I’m taken when I’m not. It’s a fucking joke. I might as well move back to Harrisburg. At least there, I know what I’m going to get.”

  Her hand jerked the door open again, freeing herself due to my slow reaction. I was still stuck on her words about moving back to Harrisburg. I watched her march into her place, that used to be her cousins and heard the door slam with a big ‘fuck you’ unsaid.

  From that day forward the dreams were worse and if things couldn’t get any harder, she wouldn’t look my way, talk to me or even acknowledge my presence. There was no more looking at me like I could hang the moon.

  It was complete indifference.

  ***

  One night, I was at Peppers hovering near Dessy’s section. She never served me anymore, so I didn’t go into her section, just one close enough. The woman wouldn’t even speak to me but I did overhear her talking with another patron.

  “I used to go to school near Harrisburg.” The customer took a small sip from her beer. “What part are you from?”

  Dessy placed her rag on the counter and said, “Wow, such a small world. I’m from Northburg, near the water.”