Chapter 3
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Stopping, I look at him with wide eyes. None of the guys has said they wanted to walk me home, and I am grateful for that.
I don’t want them to know that I am still staying at the motel.
They probably already know that I am, but I still don’t like them following me.
If Bear walks me to my door, he’ll learn which room I’m staying in.
What if he tells the others? Some may be looking out for me, but who’s to say that the others don’t hate me being there?
I look over at Pres and shake my head, not wanting Bear to come along with me.
“That’s a good idea. I have been meaning for someone to walk with you since you leave so late. I don’t want anything to happen to you,” Pres says.
My shoulders sag, and I turn around, walking toward town. I hear them talk, and then footsteps follow me. Bear eventually starts walking beside me. I try not to look at him, but the temptation is too great, so I do. He is already staring at me, and I quickly look away, feeling my cheeks heat.
Why am I acting like a teenage girl? I am twenty-three years old. I shouldn’t be blushing from getting caught looking at him. Plus, he was the one staring at me, so there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.
I look around as we walk through the town and try to find the apartment complex I saw earlier.
I don’t want Bear to tell Pres that I am staying in a motel.
I don’t even know why I care, but for some reason, I do.
Maybe it’s because I don’t want any more pity from them.
Pres is already giving me two meals a day, and I don’t want to take any more from them.
I notice an apartment building ahead and start walking toward it, hoping that Bear won’t wait for me to walk all the way inside.
I stop in front of the building and wave toward Bear, who looks confused.
“You can’t live here. This place has been full for years, and I know for a fact that no one is looking for a roommate or has moved,” Bear says. “The only place I know that has space is the motel.”
My shoulders drop at his words. I bet everyone knows. It is a small town, and I’m sure they all talk about a new person coming into town. Why wouldn’t they? They have probably known each other since they were born.
I make my way toward the motel, not looking up while we walk in comfortable silence. Bear could have talked the whole way to the motel, but he doesn’t seem the type. Even when he was with the guys in the club, he didn’t talk much. He let everyone else do the talking.
I bet he is freaky in bed, though. I feel like silent people tend to be kinkier between the sheets. They are the ones who tend to surprise everyone.
I stop walking, realizing what I was just thinking.
What is wrong with me, thinking all these things about him?
I haven’t even known him a day yet, and I’m already thinking about what he’s like in bed.
I don’t think things like this about anyone; it’s so unlike me to even think about sex at all.
My skin crawls anytime I think about even showing a little skin.
“We are here,” Bear says, bringing me out of my thoughts.
I look up and realize that we are indeed standing in front of the motel. I look over at Bear and wave, expecting him to leave, but he just stands there.
“I’m not leaving until you walk through the front door,” Bear says sternly.
With a sigh, I turn around, heading toward the front doors of the motel. Once I make it in, I wave at Bear, who waves back and then leaves.
Keeping my head down, I walk toward my room. I hope no one tries to stop me to have a conversation. The receptionist knows that I don’t talk, but no one else does.
I open my door and set my jacket on the bed. I grab my sleep clothes and make my way toward the bathroom, turning the water on and waiting for it to get warm before stepping in.
I start washing my hair and think back on everything that happened today.
Being a mechanic for the club is a lot of work.
They have a lot of people in their club, and a lot of them haven’t had their bikes or cars checked in years.
Since they only had two mechanics, it was taking them a while to get to everything.
Now we are booked every day with their bikes or cars, as well as the town's vehicles.
My thoughts drift toward Bear and the first time I saw him. His voice was so deep and husky. The way he whispered in my ear when I was outside, it turned me on. It’s turning me on now.
I shake my head, trying to clear the thoughts of Bear. He scared me when he wrapped his arms around my waist, but at the same time, his arms felt so good around me. His warm embrace surrounding me as he whispered in my ear. The way his stare lit up my body in a way no one else’s ever has.
I glide my hands down my stomach, my fingers sliding past my navel and moving further down the surface of my skin, finally reaching the burning heat of my folds. I move my fingers in a rhythmic motion, causing pleasurable friction.
Inserting one finger, I lean my head against the wall, my other hand playing with my breast. My fingers pinch my nipple, sending a prickling sensation across my chest, adding warmth to my core as I move in and out of myself.
I imagine Bear’s fingers inside of me. His big fingers filling my pussy, stretching me in a way that errs on the side of being almost painful, yet is creating an achy pleasure as I clench around them.
I shudder out a breath as I push another finger in. My hips buckle as I thrust my fingers in and out, chasing for a much-needed release.
I imagine what Bear looks like without clothes on.
Bear slowly pulls his shirt over his head, revealing a tight, muscular stomach, which I instantly want to run my hands over.
I crawl toward the end of the bed where Bear is standing and place my hands on his chest. I feel his pecs, and slowly start running my hands down his chest and toward his stomach.
I trace his abs and make my way toward his V-line.
Staring at his V-line for a second before I move my hands, I trail them at the top of his waistband. He shudders under my fingers, and I smile.
Looking up, I gaze at him as his eyes fill with lust. I place my hands over his covered dick and give it a little squeeze. Bear closes his eyes, dropping his head back, and letting out a moan.
I move my hand up to his pants and undo them. I place my hands on the waistband of his boxers and pants and slowly start to pull them down. His body is revealed to me, his V-line sinking toward his dick.
Bear’s erection springs out, revealing all of its glory. I quickly pull his pants and boxers all the way off, and he lifts his feet, leaving the clothing on the floor. Before Bear can do anything, I grab his dick. He groans when I slowly start to move my hands.
“As much as I love this, I want it to be about you and not me,” Bear says.
He pushes my shoulders, laying me on the bed. He climbs on top and pecks my lips. I lean up, trying to get more, but he moves and starts sucking my neck. I let out a sigh and tilt my head to the side, giving him full access to my neck.
After trailing kisses down my neck, he latches onto my nipple, sucking on my right breast while he plays with my left. I arch my back, letting out a sigh.
It isn’t long before Bear moves to my other breast, and his fingers move, gliding over my stomach. I shiver, hyper-sensitive and electrified from even the slightest brush of his fingers.
His fingers graze over my hips before landing on my pussy. He runs his fingers between my folds. I move my hips a little, trying to get him to push his fingers into me.
“Ah, patience, baby. We have all night,” he whispers in my ear.
He inserts two fingers into my pussy. I arch my back and gasp at the intrusion, loving the feel of it. Slowly, he starts moving, stretching me, causing a small fire to blossom within and grow as Bear continues to thrust his fingers in and out, creating amazing friction.
Bringing myself out of my thoughts, I pick up my pace, getting closer to orgasming. I lean my body against the wall of the shower and move my other hand, rubbing my clit.
I shudder as my hips buck more. I keep going, imagining Bear pumping his dick into my pussy. Tears come to my eyes as I push myself over the edge, coming hard.
I continue to move my fingers in and out, riding my ecstasy. My chest heaves up and down as I come down from the high, and my core relaxes into a satisfying calm.
Standing straight with my legs shaking, I finish cleaning myself off. I turn the water off, step out of the shower, and quickly dry myself off.
After putting my pajamas on, I dry my hair and hop into bed.
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking.
It shocks me that I’ve only known Bear for a couple of hours, and I’ve already masturbated thinking about him.
I haven’t done that since the beginning of my relationship with my ex-boyfriend, which scares me.
I’m petrified of what will happen if I get to know Bear more.
The fear of being used and beaten again if I let him in consumes me.
Sighing, I roll over. I just won’t get close to Bear then. I’ll have to make sure to ignore everyone at the club, so it won’t look like I’m just ignoring him.
I fall asleep trying to come up with the best possible solution to ignoring everyone.
My alarm wakes me up, and I’m groggy. I had nightmares several times overnight.
They kept me up most of the night. I am on edge from them, and hate being touched or talked to after them.
It’s also not helping that I am not getting enough sleep.
It’s starting to take a toll on me, and I can feel how sluggish I am.
I slide out of bed and look over at the clock. 7:50 a.m. Quickly, I grab my clothes off the bedside table and rush to put them on. I am supposed to be at work at eight, and it takes me fifteen minutes to walk there.