“Ready?” he asks when I don’t say anything or make a move to leave.
My head jerks and I step forward, tugging the door behind me and ensuring that it’s locked tightly. Bear lifts his chin and I follow behind him toward his bike. I watch as he straddles the machine, his jeans tightening against his muscular thighs when he does.
Damn, I wonder what they would look like without the denim covering them?
Shaking my head, I climb up behind him, ignoring my imagination and desires. His bike engine comes to life, then we’re off and on our way downtown.
The Devils’ club parking lot is fairly empty when we arrive, though Stella made sure to tell me that I would be doing one of the first dances of the evening as my test and that the place doesn’t truly get busy until after ten.
Climbing off of the bike, I start to make my way inside, Bear at my back. Rooster is at the door, his eyes scanning me as I pass by him.
“Do your fuckin’ job, or I find someone else,” Bear growls in his direction.
I pretend like I don’t hear him, but inside, I’m smiling—huge. Without a glance backward, I make my way toward the dressing room.
Paige told me that she would bring an extra outfit for me tonight and since her boobs are around my size, I instantly agreed, though I’m not sure what is going to happen on bottom, she’s at least three sizes smaller than me everywhere else.
“Hey,” I call out as soon as I walk into the room.
Paige holds out her hand and I notice a gold shimmering thing in her fingers. Reaching for it, I balk at the miniscule scraps of fabric.
“Where’s the rest?” I ask.
Paige giggles, her eyes finding mine. “Hun, it’s a strip club. They’re about to see you almost completely naked. You won’t be wearing it that long anyway.”
The gravity of my situation hits me. In my head, I think that I compartmentalized exactly what was about to happen. I mean, dancing, that’s all I was focusing on.
Now, I have to not only dance those moves that I learned just today, I have to take my top off, though I’m not sure this fabric could really constitute a top.
“Don’t be sick, just pretend you’re in your bedroom dancin’ for your mirror. Besides, the lights are so bright up there, you can’t see nobody’s faces anyway,” she shrugs.
I bite the corner of my lip, looking down at the fabric, then back up to her and I give her a shaky smile. She grins right back at me, then tugs the robe that she’s wearing off and my smile dies.
She is perfect, from head to toe. Her body is lathered in shiny, sparkling oil, her perfect high and round boobs don’t even move as she shifts around. Her legs and ass are flawless. I’m going to look like Shamu the Whale up there following her.
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I close my eyes and begin to undress. I tell myself over and over again, that this is only temporary, it’s only for tips. This is what I have to do to get away from Spider and his group of thugs. I have no choice and one day I’m going to look back and laugh about the whole thing.
“New girl, you’re up,” Stella’s voice announces.
Turning toward her, I grimace as I take a wobbly step in her direction. She looks me up and down, rolls her eyes, then turns away from me. I don’t know if she hates me or just knows that I’m not meant for this life. Either way, it sucks being on the end of her scrutiny.
Making my way on the stage, I’m surprised that the place is decently quiet. I only hear a low hum of voices and glasses clinking together. The music begins before the house lights slowly rise.
Thankfully, Paige was right. I can’t see anyone. Once the music starts to thump through the speakers. I inhale a deep breath, my entire body shaking and I do exactly what I was taught earlier today.
I dance.
Sliding on the ground, I arch my back, lifting my legs one at a time, then together before I spread them as wide as I can. I feel ridiculous at first, and then, something comes over me and I feel—sexy.
Reaching behind me, I’m coming toward the end of my dance. Turning around, my back faces the crowd as my hips move side to side. My fingers tug the string of my top and it falls to the ground.
I hear the hollers and whistles of the men in the crowd and it feeds my courage. Slowly, I turn around only to feel a shoulder slam into my belly as I’m picked up completely off of the ground.
A very delectable ass covered in blue jeans comes into view and I cry out in shock. A hand slaps my ass and I hear a voice that I’ve become somewhat accustomed to over the past forty-eight hours growl.
“Shut up.”
“Bear?” I screech.
His feet carry us away, through the club, through the crowd and then outside the back of the building into the night air. He sets me down right in front of his bike and I tip my head back to look up at him.
“What on earth?” I rasp.
He shakes his head once, his hair wild and free, no longer contained in its bun. I prefer it this way, wild just like he is. He shrugs his cut off, then slips it over me. Automatically, I slip my arms in the holes and pull it closed, covering my naked breasts.
“Get on, we’re going home,” he announces.
“Bear?” I whisper.
He dips his chin, his mouth so close to mine that I can smell his breath, weed and mint. Licking my lips, I wonder if I slide my tongue in his mouth if it would taste the same.
“Fuck yeah, we’re going home,” he rumbles. “You ain’t theirs to watch.”
“Bear,” I exhale, apparently unable to say anything else.
He grins, knowing the effect he has on me. “Red, whatever this is, I don’t know. All I know is that if any man saw you, all of you, I was going to kill them.”
Bear climbs on his bike, straddling it before he glances over at me. I bite my lip, standing in a dirty parking lot wearing nothing but my sky-high heels, a gold thong panty, and his cut. Looking behind me, I see Stella standing at the back door, a smile on her lips.
Climbing onto the back of his bike, I spread my legs and move close against his back. Wrapping my arms around him, I try not to think about the colossal mistake that I’m probably making, again.
Closing my eyes, his bike lurches forward and we roar out of the Devils’ parking lot and toward home, wherever the fuck that is.
Chapter Five
BEAR
Pulling up in front of my small house, I kill the engine. I might be a degenerate, a patched member of a motorcycle club, a womanizer, and an all-around piece of shit, but I do own a home. I’m not sure if that means anything at all, but I like to think it means I’m semi-responsible.
“Where are we?” Thea asks as she climbs off of my bike.
I don’t bother turning around to look at her. I can’t. My cock is so fucking hard that I’ll throw her down and fuck her in the front yard.
It wouldn’t be the first time my neighbors have seen me banging some bitch, but the idea of anyone seeing Thea like that, has me on edge and I fucking hate the way it’s making me feel.
Ignoring her question, I continue to walk up the stone steps toward the front door. Slipping my key into the lock, I twist it and open the door. I hear the clicking of her stripper heels at my back and smirk when she moves past me into the house.
“It’s my place,” I state, closing and locking the door behind her.
Only once we’re inside do I lift my eyes to find her. Tossing my key onto the small table my mom insisted I have in my entry, I cross my arms over my chest and focus on the woman across from me.
Her red hair is curled and teased out to look three times bigger than it did just this morning. Her makeup is heavy. Her body is smooth and shiny, covered in oil and glitter, if I’m not mistaken.
She looks like every other woman that dances on the stage at the club, except, somehow classier, better, sexier.
“Why did you bring me here?” she asks.
“Because I’m going to fuck you,” I state.
Her eyes round and her lips
part slightly. I imagine sliding my cock past those full lips and have to bite back a groan. She takes one step back and I take one forward.
Her standing in the middle of my living room, wearing nothing but heels and my fucking cut is like a goddamn dream that I didn’t even know I had.
“Bear,” she exhales.
Rushing toward her, I cup her cheeks with my hands at the same time I slam my lips against hers. She gasps and I take the opportunity to fill her mouth with my tongue. I fuck her mouth, tasting every fucking piece of her.
Sliding one of my hands from her cheek to the back of her head, I tangle my fingers in her hair and adjust her the way I need to so that I can fuck her mouth even more thoroughly. My other hand I slide down her side, cupping her bare ass with my fingertips.
She whimpers before she arches her back, pressing her tits against my chest. I decide immediately that I’m going to fuck her in nothing but this cut. She’s going to ride me wearing just this piece of leather and nothing else.
Tugging her head back slightly, I break the kiss, our breathing coming out heavy and rough.
“Fucking hell,” I hiss.
Licking my lips, my eyes roam her face, taking in her own swollen lips as she looks up at me through her lashes. I smirk at her, knowing without a doubt that I’m going to have her tonight.
Maybe my dad wasn’t too fucking off, maybe I want her for more, I already know that just this once will definitely not be enough.
“I’m going to make you scream before the night is through, Thea,” I warn.
She snorts, her eyes alighting with gorgeous defiance. “Doubtful, but I’ll let you try,” she purrs.
Releasing her hair and ass, I bend down slightly and wrap my hands around the backs of her thighs before I hitch her body up and off of the floor.
“I’m too heavy,” she protests as her hands clamp down against my shoulders.
Tilting my head back, I look into her eyes, wondering how this gorgeous redhead ended up exactly where she is, and why I like her here so fucking much.
“You’re fuckin’ perfect.”
I mean it too. I’ve blown smoke up women’s asses before, but not this time, not with Thea. Fucking hell, this woman is everything I ever imagined. Figured I would settle down one day, maybe in my forties like my pops did.
Always knew I’d want a stacked, sweet piece in my bed and here she is.
THEA
Bear walks me into his bedroom, then unceremoniously deposits me on the edge of his bed. My hands fly down to the mattress to hold myself up and I tip my head back to look up at him. He carried me—me, right into his bedroom.
I bite the corner of my lip, wondering if I should tell him who I am and why I’m here, in Idaho, of all places. When he curls his fingers around the hem of his shirt and tugs it off, all coherent thought escapes my brain.
Blinking, I wonder if he’s real. If I thought he was breathtaking with his long hair, his beard, and those gray eyes, I didn’t know what the fuck breathtaking even was. Because right here, right now, I have no more air in my lungs.
Bear shirtless is a sight I’ve never seen before. He’s muscle stacked on muscle, and I doubt there is an ounce of fat anywhere on his torso and holy fuck his hips, those arms. I’m done and it’s official, I can never be naked in front of him.
Then it hits me, my stomach twists. He’s already seen me practically naked. Flinching, I turn my head and look at the side of the mattress, at his pillows. They’re black, which shouldn’t surprise me.
“What the fuck, Red?” he barks.
Turning my gaze back to his, I attempt to school my features, but I can feel my face is hot and probably bright red to match my fire engine hair.
“You’ve seen me naked,” I breathe.
“Not quite, but I’m about to.” He grins.
Shaking my head, I stand from the edge of the bed. “No, you can’t. No way.”
He tilts his head to the side, his hand quickly lifting to wrap around my waist. “The fuck do you mean, no?” he growls.
I place my palms on his chest and whimper at how hard and smooth his skin is. It’s like he has iron beneath his flesh.
“You’re hot,” I blurt. “Like really hot. And so, this can’t happen.”
There’s a moment of silence, then when I think he’s going to release me, he slides his hand around the small of my back and pulls me close against his chest before he buries his face in my neck and bursts out laughing.
Pushing against his chest, I try to move him, but the man is like granite. He slowly lifts his face, his eyes dancing in what I can only describe as humorous delight.
“What’s so funny?” I grind out, no longer embarrassed, but now angry as fuck.
His laughter turns into a low chuckle and his eyes find mine, his gaze holding my own. All humor leaves his features, and he becomes so serious that I squirm where I stand.
“The fact that you think we can’t fuck because in some twisted universe I’m more attractive than you are, am I right? That’s what fucked up shit is rolling around in your head, right?” he asks.
I blink, my mouth parting slightly before I shake my head. “Pretty people fuck each other. Hot people fuck each other. But you’re at the top of the hot scale and I’m over here at very mildly decently attractive.”
Bear wraps his hands around the sides of my neck, his fingers gently squeezing me as his eyes focus on mine.
“I’ll only tell you once, because I don’t do insecure women. But, I don’t fuck ugly, Thea. You’re a goddamn knockout. Whoever told you that you weren’t, lied to you to keep your self-esteem in the gutter so they’d feel better about themselves. Now, kick those shoes off, slip those panties down and let me bury my face in that cunt so I can show you just how much I want in that sweet body of yours.”
My entire body spasms from his words. My pussy actually clenches on its own in anticipation of what is to come and I think that I actually swoon. My body leans toward him and my eyes flutter closed.
Bear’s lips brush mine so lightly that it’s a ghost of a kiss and I can’t help but moan. His hands slide down my back and grab ahold of my ass at the same time his mouth kisses the column of my neck traveling to the hollow of my throat.
“Shoes and panties off, Red,” he murmurs against my skin.
Without a thought, without second-guessing what I’m about to do, I kick my heels off and reach for my gold shiny panties and shimmy them down until they fall freely to the floor.
Bear releases me, taking a step back and his eyes scan over my body, his cut still covering most of me. His gaze darkens and then he jerks his chin toward the bed.
“Sit. Spread,” he orders.
My body reacts to his demands. I sit on the edge. I spread my thighs. I pinch my eyes closed, then I inhale a deep breath, holding it before I let it out in one long sigh. My eyes pop open when I feel my legs move.
Looking down, my breath hitches at the sight before me. Bear is on his knees, my legs thrown over his massive shoulders and he’s so close to my pussy that I know he can see and smell everything.
“Fucking hell,” he groans.
Before I can even react, his mouth is against me, his tongue flattens and tastes my entire slit before it swirls my clit. Bear’s gray eyes are focused on mine and I tremble against him. Sliding my fingers through his long hair, I hold him against my center.
He growls before he completely consumes me.
Chapter Six
THEA
I come on a scream, just like he told me that I would. I hear him chuckle as he continues to flick, suck, and lap at my clit. Christ, I didn’t think that it was possible to fall instantly in love with a body part. I’ve done it though. I’m in love with Bear’s tongue, well his whole mouth area, because that beard feels amazing, too.
My fingers grip his hair a bit tighter and I tug his face away from me as my breathing comes out in pants. “I can’t, no more,” I whimper when the sensation is too overwhelming.
&nbs
p; “Oh, you can and you fucking damn well will,” he growls, leaning back slightly. He brushes his lips against the inside of my thigh before he stands.
I watch, in a complete haze of awe as he unbuttons, unzips, and shoves his jeans down to his ankles. He steps out of them, but I can’t see anything other than his hard cock that is so close to my face that I can practically stick my tongue out to taste it.
Shaking my head, I can’t decide what I like best about him. I thought his torso was beautiful, his mouth phenomenal, but this part of him, it’s awe-inspiring. When his fingers wrap around his hard length and stroke, I moan.
“Open, Thea,” he says, his voice rough and husky.
I do as I’m told, mainly because I want to taste him. I’ve never wanted to give a blow job the way I do with him. Usually it’s a chore, something I’ve done so that hopefully they’ll reciprocate, but right now, I just want to feel him inside of me, any way possible.
Bear takes a step forward, the head of his cock sliding across my bottom lip. Sneaking my tongue out, I taste the head of his dick. He grunts, his eyes darkening to a shade of gray that looks like a thunderstorm about to roll in.
“Suck me, Red,” he growls as he slowly sinks down my throat.
He doesn’t go too far, careful not to choke me, but honest to God I don’t think that I would mind if he did. Reaching my hand up, I wrap it around the base of his cock and I begin to bob. Twisting my hand with each stroke, I coat his cock with my saliva as I blow him.
His fingers tangle in the back of my hair and he tugs my face away from him just as I’m starting to really get into a rhythm.
“Hey,” I call.
Bear chuckles as I frown up at him. “Another day you can go to town. Right now, I need inside that cunt that’s begging to be filled,” he grins.
My entire body does a shimmy from his words. I want him inside of me too. So bad. He jerks his head to the bed and walks away from me, climbing on it and moving toward the center. I watch as he props his back against the headboard and cocks his knees, his thighs spread.
Notorious Devils MC Complete Collection: BoxSet Page 208
