Chapter 11
brOOKE
Iclench my thighs together as I start to get wet. His husky voice is turning me on even more. My breathing picks up as my heart rate speeds.
“The things I would do to you. After I had my way with you, you wouldn’t be able to walk for weeks.” Bear gently bites my earlobe.
I shiver as a shudder travels through my body. Little tingles run from my ear and down my spine. Wanting more, I arch my chest into him, seeking contact.
Bear grabs my hips, pulling me closer. Immediately, his dick presses against my stomach, and I subconsciously rub against it.
Bear turns me around, my back against his chest, his hand grabbing my pussy. I lean my head against his chest, loving the feeling of his hand against me. I move my hips, trying to get friction, but I only manage to rub against his shaft.
Bear's finger starts to stroke my clothed pussy. I push my head into his chest and roll my hips.
“Do you like that?” Bear whispers huskily in my ear.
I nod. Warm pleasure coursing through my veins as I pant for breath. My eyes flutter shut as Bear slips his hand into my pants and underwear. Goosebumps travel all over my body as his fingers slide up and down my folds.
“Are you my good little slut?” Bear inserts one of his thick fingers into my pussy.
I nod in a daze. My mind is foggy as my body heats, tingling with anticipation. Bear’s rough finger thrusts in and out of me at a slow pace, teasing me. A soft breath huffs out of me when another finger enters my pussy.
Bear groans and takes his hand out of my pants. The back of my head rests on his chest as I try to catch my breath and regain awareness. My eyes open as I gaze right into Bear’s.
Blinking, I bring my head down and look around. My eyes go wide as I realize we are on the road where anyone can see us. I step away from Bear and run my hands through my hair. What did I just let him do to me?
“Now, love, don’t look at me that way. No one saw anything.” Bear wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me toward him.
I shake my head and try to get out of his grip. How does he know if no one saw us? There are windows that people could have closed.
Bear tugs me right against him, my face hitting his hard chest. One of his hands makes its way up to my head and holds me in place. He rubs his hand through my hair while speaking.
“Just calm down for me. Everything is going to be all right.”
My tense muscles slowly start to relax as Bear holds me in his arms. I let out a breath and slump against Bear, letting him hold all my weight.
“There you go, love. I’m so proud of you. Can you look me in the eyes now?” he whispers calmly to me.
I lean my chin against his chest, looking into his eyes. Butterflies fill my stomach as his words register. I’ve never had a guy tell me that before. I don’t remember a time when someone told me they were proud of me.
Bear’s hands cup my cheeks while one of his thumbs rubs back and forth. I lean into his touch, waiting for him to speak. He stares into my eyes before taking a breath and letting it out.
“I’m gonna let you go now. You need your sleep; I know you are tired. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Bear kisses my forehead.
I nod and step out of his grasp. He gives me a small smile, and I melt right then and there. It seems that smiles are a rare occurrence for him, but they make him look so unbelievably handsome.
I wave and turn around, heading toward the entrance of the motel. I keep my head down, not making eye contact with anyone, fearful of them judging me after seeing the heated session between Bear and me.
As I walk through the lobby, through my peripheral vision, I see the owner give me a glare, and I rush toward my room.
Anxious chills ran through my body. He is a big, scary-looking man, and I don’t want to end up on his bad side.
He gave me a warning on my first night that if I caused any trouble, he would kick me out.
I’ve been on my best behavior. I wouldn’t have anywhere else to go if I got kicked out. No apartment or house is available to rent, this is my only option.
I reach my hand into my pocket, grabbing my key. I slide the key into the hole and unlock my door, slipping into my room and taking in a deep breath.
It’s been an hour since Whiskey, Gears, Bear, and I started exploring the town. The town is pretty small, but all the guys want me to know my way around town without becoming lost or getting into trouble.
“Are you ready to eat something?” Gears turns to face Bear and me.
I nod and give a thumbs-up. I didn’t get to eat breakfast this morning and am starving. I woke up late and didn’t want to get anything in the motel, fearing that the owner would talk to me.
“How about we go to the diner? Does that sound good?” Bear squeezes my hip.
I give him a big smile. All the guys laugh when they see it. I could eat the chocolate chip waffles from the diner anytime.
“Let me guess, you also get the chocolate chip waffles,” Whiskey teases.
I look at him, confused. How does he know that? I whip my head over to Bear and see him smiling.
“You and Bear are so alike. You both love the diner and get the same thing! It’s like you guys are made for each other,” Whiskey laughs.
Blood rushes to my cheeks, and I hide in Bear’s chest, which moves up and down as he laughs. I peek my head up, watching Bear. Butterflies invade my stomach, and I smile. Bear looks down at me as we smile at each other.
“All right, love birds, let’s get to the diner. After the diner, we can go show Brooke the best places to shop,” Gears says, breaking our eye contact.
We all start making our way toward the diner. I pick up my pace a little, wanting to get there sooner so I can eat.
“Slow down, the waffles will still be there when we arrive,” Bear chuckles.
I grab Bear’s hand and attempt to pull him with me. I know they will still be there, but I don’t want to wait. My mouth starts watering just thinking about them. I see the diner come into view, and I tug on Bear’s hand.
“Why don’t you go find a seat with Gears and Whiskey, and I will catch up with you.” Bear motions toward Gears.
I nod, taking Gears’s hand and dragging him to the diner. Whiskey and Bear laugh as Gears and I leave. We make it into the diner, and I spot an open booth right away. I slip into one side, while Gears sits on the other side.
A minute later, Bear and Whiskey come through the door and make their way toward us. Bear sits next to me. I smile at Jean as she heads our way.
“Hello, Brooke. Boys,” Jean says.
I wave and bounce in my seat, excitement and anticipation flowing through me.
“I want to let you guys know before you order that we are out of pancakes and waffles. We ran out about an hour ago.” Jean looks at Bear and me.
My whole body sags with the news. A frown makes its way onto my face. What am I going to get now? I pick up the menu, skimming it.
I jerk my head toward Bear, remembering him telling me to slow down because the waffles would still be here. I pick up my phone and angrily type.
You lied! You said they would have waffles and they don’t.
Bear reads it before handing my phone back, smiling and laughing.
Why are you smiling and laughing? This isn’t funny!
Bear just laughs even more. Jean and Whiskey join in with him. I give him a glare, but he just smiles back.
“They have waffles. I called while you were dragging Gears and told Jean to play along,” Bear chuckles, taking my hand.
I yank my hand out and look away. How dare he do that?
“Come on, love, don’t be like that. It was all fun and jokes.” I continue to ignore Bear.
From the corner of my eye, Gears and Whiskey look amused. I look away and watch people walk.
“I’ll buy you as many waffles as you want. Just, please, don’t ignore me anymore.” Desperation fills Bear’s voice.
I smile and turn around. Nodding, I look at Bear, hoping he understands that I agree. Bear lets out a sigh of relief while Whiskey and Gears start laughing.
“Whipped!” Gears yells.
“Oh, shut it! You’ll be the same when you find your old lady.” Jean smacks the back of Gear’s neck.
I wince at the hard contact. That must have hurt. Jean gives me a soft smile.
“Chocolate chip waffles for you?” she asks.
I nod and give a big smile.
“Your usual?” Jean looks at the boys.
They all say yes, and Jean leaves our table. The boys make conversation, and I listen. It’s sad that I can’t physically respond to them, but at least I can hear and see their facial expressions.
“Here is your food. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call me. Enjoy.” Jean puts our plates down and leaves.
I ignore the guys and start eating. The chocolate goodness makes my taste buds go wild every time I place a piece in my mouth. I close my eyes as I chew, savoring the taste.
“Slow down or you’ll get sick,” Whiskey interrupts my shoveling.
I give him a glare before eating another bite. If I get sick, it will all be worth it. These waffles are delicious. Bear laughs and rubs my back as I eat.
A couple of hours later, we are making our way to the mall. I finished two plates of waffles before I got full.
“I lied when I said we would show you the best shops at the mall. Every shop here is good, and they know the club. You won’t have any trouble, and they will all treat you amazing,” Gears says.
“He just wants to go to the mall so he can find a pair of pants since his other ones ripped,” Whiskey interjects.
I smile at that. I was there when Gears split his pants. He was placing something heavy down on the ground, and when he squatted, he tore the crotch.
“Shut up!” Gears yells.
I follow Gears and Whiskey as they make their way toward his favorite shop. A fellow biker owns it and gives a discount to anyone who is part of the club. Or that is what Bear told me.
We walk into the store and are met by a man.
“Whiskey, Bear, and Gears! I was expecting you guys. And is this the famous Brooke?” he asks.
I move closer to Bear, not liking that he knows who I am. Bear wraps a protective arm around me.
“Yeah, this is Brooke. Brooke, this is Mac,” Gears introduces me.
I give Mac a small smile. He smiles back before looking at Gears.
“I have your pants at the register. Do you need anything else?” Mac asks.
“It’s just the pants,” Gears says.
We make our way over to the register and Gears pays for his pants. I look around the store and see men’s clothing. Is the club only for guys?
“The women’s section is in the back. Most of my customers are guys, and I recently added a women’s section. Most of them are old lady things, but I have some regular clothes as well,” Mac says, bringing my attention to him.
I nod. The bikers have used the term old lady several times, but I don’t know what it means. Gears called me it. I’ll look it up once I get back to my motel room.
“You ready to head back? There isn’t anything left to show you,” Bear says.
I look over at Bear and nod. Bear takes my hand and leads me toward the exit. Whiskey and Gears follow. It doesn’t take us long to reach their bikes.
“We’ll follow you,” Whiskey says.
Bear hops on his bike and puts on his helmet. I slide on behind him, taking the helmet from his hands and putting it on. Bear turns his bike on and revs the engine.
I wrap my arms around him as he drives off, making his way toward the motel. It’s a short drive; the motel is only two blocks away from the mall. Bear parks on the side of the road, Gears and Whiskey behind us.
I slide off and hand my helmet to Bear. He straps it onto his bike before turning back to me, taking his helmet off.
“I’ll see you on Monday at work. You stay safe tomorrow, and I’ll text you.” Bear pulls me toward him.
He kisses my forehead and lets go, putting his helmet back on. He looks so sexy on his bike. I bite my lip and meet his eyes. He shakes his head before he waves, turning on his bike and leaving, Whiskey and Gears following him.
I turn around and head toward the motel entrance, a smile on my face. I walk through the door, ignoring everything around me.
It was so nice to just relax and hang out with people. I unlock my door and walk in, setting my key on the desk.
Before I can do anything else, there’s a knock on the door. Who would be knocking at this time? The boys didn’t forget anything, and I don’t know anyone else.
At the door, I look through the peephole to see the owner of the motel. Why would he be here?
“I know you are in there! Open the door!” he yells.
Hesitantly, I open the door, keeping half my body behind the door.
“I want you out of this room in an hour! I don’t want someone living here who is associated with the Hell’s Reapers!” His face is red with anger. “You have an hour or I’m calling the cops!”
He storms away as I stand in the doorway with only one thing on my mind. Where am I going to live from now on?