10. Bear
10
BEAR
C onvincing the rest of the club took more work. Stallion, Reaper, and their buddies stood in the far corner, staring Julia down the entire time. When it came to a vote, they were the quickest to shove their hands up in defiance. They were outvoted though, and by the end of church, we had decided to move ahead with Julia’s plan. Between the Caputi siblings, they would start rumors of the wedding among the staff, which would eventually creep into the ears of the family proper.
I held her on my lap the entire time, the sharp, heavenly scent of her perfume mixed with her natural smell to intoxicate me, reminding me of last night. Yeah, catching her watching me in the shower was one kind of deviant pleasure, but rocking her against my cock, making her fall apart, it made me feel like a new man.
I hadn’t meant to be so rough, but once she goaded me, there was no stopping my reaction. I loved it when she fought with me. I loved her tempting, horrible mouth. I loved the way she moaned and tried to act like she didn’t want it.
Then she told me this morning she’d liked how rough I’d been, and it took everything in me not to bend her over every available surface in the house.
I couldn’t say that, of course. This was pretend, a farce, a charade we practiced so the club would take our alliance seriously. She didn’t actually want any of this, and neither did I. I really didn’t.
After the session was over, we went out to the front room where I bullshitted with the guys while she socialized among the princesses.
“Things seem cozy,” Hollywood said, throwing an arm over my shoulders. “Much better than yesterday.”
I didn’t answer him, just sipped my beer and raised an eyebrow.
“Y’all finally working on that baby clause?” Hollywood flashed his shit-eating grin, and I shoved him away.
“Fuck off,” I said. “Don’t you have something better to do?”
“Whew.” He blew out a breath. “You know what, you’re right. I wonder if V’s ready to put on the strap and peg?—”
“Ahh!” I palmed his face and pushed him again. “I don’t need to hear that shit.”
Hollywood laughed and sauntered over to my sister, wrapping his arms around her from behind before leaning down to kiss her shoulder. I would rather stab myself in the eyes than have the mental image of my baby sister doing anything to my best friend, regardless of what he liked to have shoved in his ass. Alba led KC over to the front door with a mischievous grin on her face, and Ru grabbed Saint by the belt loops to pull him toward the back rooms.
I tried to dampen the rising tide of heat in my blood, the flush in my cheeks that hinted at envy. I would never have what they had. I’d never have someone who had looked around their life and chosen me out of everyone else. I’d never have that end-all- be-all love that my brothers did for their old ladies, and what a fucking shame that was.
Sure, Julia matched my temper and my wits. She even had a beautiful brain behind those mesmerizing eyes, but pretend was all this would ever be. She’d never love me, never choose me, and once we popped out a kid, I didn’t know if she’d ever warm my cock again.
Do I want her to?
In the deepest, darkest part of my heart, maybe I did. Maybe I lamented that our marriage had started the way it did. Maybe I loathed the thought of our union only being a duty, a means to an end. I watched her as she stood at the bar with V, Hollywood, Wheels, and Hollister. She was obviously telling them a funny story, gesturing with her hands in a way that made all four audience members laugh. I wondered what it was. I wondered what she said. Why didn’t she try to make me laugh like that?
I imagined her belly round with my child. Something stirred in my chest, something wicked and depraved. Yeah, I’d fought the procreation part of our contract only because I didn’t want either of us forced into something neither wanted. But I’d always thought I’d be a father one day, that I’d have a family of my own. And envisioning my wife pregnant shifted a kink gear I didn’t know I had.
“Hiya, Bear,” came a soft voice from my right. When I pulled myself from my brooding, I focused on Amber. She stared up at me with those big blue fuck-me eyes, her shirt cut incredibly low and her shorts cut incredibly high. She was gorgeous, and once upon a time, I’d already be in the back with my cock down her throat. But I was a married man now, and even if I didn’t have the same connection with my wife that KC had with his, I would never fuck around on her.
“Hey ya, Amber,” I said. “Whatcha doing?”
She shrugged and ran a finger down my forearm, trailing it over my hand and fingers before ghosting it back up again. “Just wondering how you’ve been.”
“Fine,” I said, pulling away as I refocused on Julia, now talking with Wheels and sporting a huge grin.
“How’s married life?” Amber asked with a tiny pout. “Do you miss me already?”
I’d been paying so much attention to my wife that I almost missed her question.
“Married life is great,” I said. “Fucking wonderful.”
“You don’t sound very convincing.” Amber pushed up on her toes, pressing her breasts to my stomach while she leaned into my ear. “You could take me in the back room so I could kiss it better?”
She’d been pawing at me for weeks now, and if it had been before my marriage, I would have heartily agreed. But I was a faithful man. I wouldn’t let anyone put a finger on Julia, so I likewise wouldn’t let anyone put a finger on me. Just like all the times before, I grabbed Amber’s shoulders and pushed her away, taking a step back from her.
“No, thanks,” I said.
“C’mon, that Caputi bitch can’t keep y?—”
“Shut your fucking mouth,” I snapped, my blood heating her casual insult of Julia. “That’s my wife, the president’s old lady. You’ll respect her, or you can find a new place to slut around. Understand?”
Amber’s eyes widened, like she hadn’t expected that response from me.
“Husband,” came Julia’s voice from the other side of the hang-around. Distracted by putting Amber in her place, I hadn’t seen her approach. “Are you ready to go home?”
“Of course,” I said, setting down my beer so I could hold my hand out to her. “Have a nice night, Amber.”
“Yeah, you too,” she said, sneering at Julia while we passed. I held my wife’s hand all the way out the door to the truck, where I helped her into the passenger’s seat before circling to the driver’s and starting the truck.
“Well,” I started once we were on our way, “that went better than I expected.”
“Hmm.” She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes.
“What?” I said.
“Nothing,” she said. “I’m happy most of your club seems to be on board.”
I nodded. “Yeah, it was a good plan. Truly, Julia.”
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, keeping her focus on the window. “I’ll text Hannah and Titus tomorrow. We should consider making it a big event.”
I mulled this over while I drove, turning onto my street that wound up into the mountains.
“Take out an ad in the paper,” she said. “Announce it on all the social media platforms. It will be most impactful if we rub her nose in it.”
“Do you think that might be going overboard?” I asked. “Roses don’t generally make our weddings public affairs.”
“This isn’t just any Rose wedding,” she argued. “This is the president of the club. The leader. The king and his new queen.”
“Right,” I said, ignoring the giddiness that shot down my torso and into my balls. I liked it when she referred to me as a king. I liked thinking about her as my queen. I wondered if I could get her on her knees, staring up at me with those big doe eyes, calling me her king with her soft, delicate lips before wrapping them around my cock.
We finally got to my house, and I pulled the truck into the driveway to park. She climbed out before I could help her, and by the time I circled around, she’d already climbed up the stairs to the porch and stood expectantly at the front door. I used my key to unlock it and went to turn off the security system.
“There will be more sessions later this week,” I said. “I saw you talking to Wheels and Hollister. It’s good if you get on better terms with the brothers.”
She pursed her lips and set her purse on the table by the door. “Hmm.”
There was that sound again, that noise that raised the hair on the back of my neck and set off alarm bells in my mind.
“What?” I turned to face her as she slipped out of her heels and bent over to pick them up.
“Nothing,” she said. “I’m tired. I’m going to bed.”
She walked toward the stairs and climbed them to the second floor. I waited only a moment before following quickly behind her.
“You might as well be out with it,” I continued. “You’ve never had a problem telling me exactly what you think. No reason to start now.”
“I will do as you suggest,” she said, glancing at me before heading down the hallway toward her room. “Get on… better terms …with the brothers.”
“Why do you say it like that?” I asked. Her suggestive tone did nothing to alleviate my anxiety. “What? Do you think they didn’t buy it? Do we need to do something different?”
“No, I’m sure our pretense was perfectly acceptable.” She stopped and turned to face me, crossing her arms and pushing her amazing tits higher over the top of her dress. I couldn’t help my stare, remembering the way they’d puckered and how she moaned when I pinched them.
Pretense.
Right. We were still pretending. None of that was real, and now that we were alone again, we could drop the act.
Unless…
“Do you think we need more practice?” The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.
She laughed, but not in a happy way. It came out in deep, mocking guffaws that both confused and enraged me. That was certainly not the reaction I’d wanted or expected.
“Perhaps you should go practice with Amber.” She sneered before moving away from me again.
Amber? What?
I grabbed her upper arm to stop her, spinning her around. “What the hell does that mean?”
“I saw the way you looked at her,” she hissed. “The way she pressed up against you. Very familiar. I’m sure she’d love to be bent over your table.”
It was my turn to laugh. “Now, now, little wife. Don’t tell me you’re jealous of a hang-around.”
She scoffed and yanked her arm away, taking a step back. “I would have to like you to be envious of any woman you put your hands on.”
“Are you saying you don’t like me?” I pretended to be offended and clutched at my heart, closing in on her, forcing her up against the wall outside my bedroom. “That’s not the impression I got while you were moaning on my cock last night.”
She jutted her chin out, her cinnamon eyes burning into mine as she straightened against the plaster. She took long, slow breaths, the tips of her breasts colliding with my lower chest as I closed the space between us. She smelled amazing, like woman and perfume, and the blush in her cheeks made me want to see if I could turn her ass that same rosy pink.
“You misunderstood,” she said. “But of course you would. The Roses have always thought with their dicks first and their brains second. Not enough sense to operate both at the same time.”
“Is that so?” The fire in her taunts turned me on and lit the fuse in my temper. I tilted my head to the side and raised my hand to run it over the soft, fleshy mounds of her tits, teasing the skin until it goosed. She shivered, and I chuckled, knowing I had her. “And if I were to—” I ran my other hand along the inside of her legs, dancing my fingertips over one thigh and up under her skirt, pausing when I got to the garter where she hid her knife.
I paused. Our eyes met. She reacted first.
She grabbed the handle of the weapon before I could stop her and held it to my throat, causing me to straighten as the kiss of cold metal hit my windpipe.
“Last night was an anomaly,” she said. “You move that hand any higher and I’ll bleed you out on your hallway floor.”
The threat sent tingles through my body, twisting around my poor, pathetic heart. No woman had ever talked to me like this, and it made me so fucking hard, I could barely stand it.
“Yeah?” I leaned into the blade, bringing my forehead to touch hers, our lips inches apart. “Go ahead.”
She panted and her hand shook. Was it nervousness or arousal that had her quivering? Maybe she was afraid of me. Maybe that turned her on. To test this theory, I brought the palm between her legs higher, inching up her dress until I touched lace.
And fucking hell, she was soaking wet.
“Well, well, well,” I said with a smirk. “Such a liar, aren’t you?” I dove in between those thighs and rubbed at her drenched panties, pushing in between her sensitive skin until I found her clit. It was hard and swollen and nearly throbbing with her heartbeat, but oh, how that urged me on. “But that’s just like a Caputi, isn’t it? You were born with lies on your tongue.”
She moaned, and I pushed the delicate fabric to the side, spearing toward her entrance. I teased it, circled around it, rubbed anywhere but where she wanted.
“Better a liar than a monster,” she snarled, rocking her pelvis on my fingers, pressing down on me as if to persuade me to stuff my way inside her. “Not even married two months and you’re already seeking out other women.”
“Oh, my sweet little wife,” I said, dragging my free hand up to her throat so I could circle it like a collar…claiming her…marking her as mine. “I signed a contract saying the only cunt I’ll fuck is yours. And I’m a man of my word.”
I rubbed my thumb over the love bite from last night, and when she leaned her head to the side to give me more room, I had to take a deep breath to keep myself from dropping my pants and fucking her into this wall like a savage.
She whimpered and rubbed herself harder against me, and I obliged her frenzy, pushing one finger inside her, searching for that sweet spot that would drive her wild. When she threw her head back and lessened her grip on the knife, I massaged that area, pushing another finger inside to give me more leverage. I gripped her neck tighter, holding her in place so I could do my worst, and when she made another mewling sound, I knew she was getting close.
“That’s it,” I whispered, leaning in to bite her earlobe. “You love having my filthy Rose fingers inside you, don’t you? You like coming on my hand like a good girl. Tell me how much.” I nudged her face with my nose, urging her on. “Go on. Tell me.”
She resisted at first, sighing and groaning as she fucked my fingers with fury, one palm still wrapped around the blade, the other gripping my shirt like she might fall if she let go. Silly girl. I’d never let that happen. But I wanted to hear her consent. I wanted to know she liked this, and I wasn’t forcing it on her…even if she was the one who was armed and could stop me anytime she wanted.
Just when she was about to reach her climax, I stopped and pulled my fingers out of her, leaning back so I could see her face. She whined and grabbed my wrist, urging it back between her legs.
“Uh, uh, uh,” I said, shaking my head. “Use your words, wife. Tell me you like it. Tell me you want it. Only good girls who ask for what they want get it.”
“You’re evil,” she whispered.
“Hmm.” I brought my fingers up to her mouth and shoved them in between her lips, and despite her name-calling, she moaned and sucked on them. “You taste that?” I laughed. “That’s how much you like me when I’m evil.”
“Please,” she mumbled around my fingers.
I pulled them back with a soft pop and raised my eyebrows. “What was that?”
She growled and huffed, and even her exasperation made my cock jerk behind my jeans. “Please.”
“Please…what?”
“Please…make me come,” she murmured. “Please finish what you started.”
“That’s more like it.” I grabbed the knife from her feeble grasp and kneeled in front of her, slipping the blade under the elastic of her panties to slice them clean off her body. She gasped and jumped, but the desire in her eyes told me she’d liked it.
“Those were more expensive than your death machine motorcycle.”
I snorted. “Bill me.”
She opened her mouth to say something else that would piss me off, but I pushed her feet farther apart and slid in between her legs so I could taste her for myself. That shut her up.
I licked at her before latching my mouth around her delicate skin, sucking and flicking my tongue against that pulsing ache. She moaned and clenched her fingers into my hair, and that made me feel like a God, so I kept going. My wife rode my face like no one had ever done this to her before, and I lapped her up, pleased to serve her any way she needed.
I shoved my fingers inside her and fucked her like my soul was on fire, and when she came, I laughed and laughed and laughed as I gobbled her up.
Fuck, but it felt good to know I could make her shake. If the rest of my life would be like this…maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all.