Chapter Twenty
Brad’s gaze smoldered, and the sequins on the brim of the hat reflected on his face. “Like a steel horse. Wait, did that work?”
“It’s peak hair metal nerd, and that’s a personality trait I admire in a man.” I loved that he was willing to play along with me.
He cocked a brow, shifting the hat. “What else do you admire?”
“Do you really want me to tell you, or do you want me to show you?”
“Nothing I like more than watching Synamon Honey—”
I grabbed handfuls of his shirt, startling him into silence. If the bear wanted a show, the last thing I wanted to do was disappoint him. I pushed him back onto the couch, sending the furniture skidding back on the floor.
His mouth was open but those eyes were on me. I never knew how much I’d like having my own private audience while I performed as Synamon. I strode to him carefully, making sure each step held intention, intensified the delicious tension that hung between us like the honey in my stage name.
My foot landed between Brad’s legs, and his Adam’s apple bobbed.
“So this isn’t fair,” I said.
A moan resonated from his lips. “How so?”
“You get to watch me whenever you want, but it’s not like I get to watch you.” I put on my best pout. “There’s no Only Brad that I can subscribe to. Also I love that you’re still paying for a subscription when you can...”
The rest of the sentence—have me anytime you want—knocked the air out of my lungs.
“I can do what?”
Just say it, my bear urged. Let him ravage you the way you fucking deserve. Any time he wants.
Easier said than actually said, bear.
“You can show me what you do when you watch me,” I said instead, and my animal let out a long, frustrated internal groan. But I didn’t have time to listen to her because this plan had to go into motion before I freaked out.
What was I so afraid of? I asked myself as I ran my hands down the sides of my body slowly. My eyes were heavy-lidded, watching my fingers slide over my skin, feeling the heat radiating from Brad but afraid to look.
Until I could no longer deny the gravitational pull of this bear in front of me.
Our gazes locked. The molten caramel in his eyes made my mouth water. His lips parted and it was like every other thing in the world had fallen away. My ex didn’t exist. Only Bears? Just a game between us.
And the Centerfold Slasher definitely wasn’t trying to unalive me or any of my friends.
Living in Synamon Honey’s world made all my problems go away, but what if I let this be the place where all my dreams came true?
My body answered before my brain could spiral, and I slowly gyrated my hips, making the tassels on the tiny skirt sway. I hooked my fingers into the waistband, teasing that I might get rid of the skirt, loving the way Brad’s eyes widened.
I never imagined I could have this kind of pull over any man.
He’s not any man, my bear reminded me. He’s your mate.
Brad groaned when I let the skirt snap against the soft skin of my belly, but he got over it pretty quickly, because my hands moved up my body, cupping my breasts, shaking them, the tips of my fingers so close to the edge of the pasties.
I drew back but didn’t take my hands away from my boobs. “Now it’s my turn.”
“Your turn for what?” His voice was as rough as sandpaper.
“To watch you.” I raked my gaze over that gorgeous body of his. “It seems like your phone sees more action than having me right in front of you.”
His eyes widened. “You want me to--”
I nodded.
“Show me what happens when it’s Only Brad.”
He froze, and his body tensed. For a moment I worried I’d gone too far. That I’d disgusted him, but then that tension disappeared, and his hands were on his fly, freeing his cock from his jeans.
Oh. Hello.
I’d seen the bear shirtless, covered in sweat and not much else, but this was totally different. He was already hard, thick, and my pussy pulsed in appreciation as he gripped and gave himself a rough pump.
Keep dancing, my bear reminded me, he wants this. And you deserve to see what happens when you drive your mate over the edge...
There was a rhythm between us. A song meant only for us. I didn’t need to hear it, my body knew what to do to make him respond.
His movements became quicker, needier, and it was harder to keep the beat. I slid my hands down my belly and unclipped my skirt, letting it fall behind me.
Now I was in nothing but my star pasties, my fishnets, and my thong that was no match for the arousal that was pooling between my legs. The scent tangled with Brad’s heat, and he groaned, like the aroma was about to make him detonate.
The vibration rocketed through my body, and my knees got weak. I’d pictured myself ending this dance by straddling him, but not like this. My body was jelly, my hands shaking as I braced myself on his shoulders, and our lips so close.
Our gazes locked again, and anything that wasn’t this bear was gone now. It was only Brad.
How ironic, I chuckled softly at the thought as I brushed my lips against his.
Now it was Brad’s turn to take control. His hands were on my shoulders, and his tongue tangled with mine. His touch wasn’t gentle like the way he’d wiped my makeup away, and this kiss wasn’t soft like our first one, but it held a promise.
Lava flowed through my body. I yanked at his shirt, failing to pull it over his head.
A sound I could only describe as feral erupted from his throat as he let go of me and ripped the fabric from his body.
“Damn,” I managed. “You need your own Only Bears channel.”
He shook his head. “Only you. That’s all I need.”
And with that, his lips were back on mine, but just for a moment. They quickly moved to my jawline, to the spot on my neck that pulsed wildly in anticipation of his next move, and to my shoulder.
His rough hands cupped my breasts, and he drew away, meeting my gaze.
“Is it gonna hurt?” he asked as he ran his finger along the outline of my pastie.
The gentle sensation was enough to arch my spine. “It’ll sting, but it’s okay.”
He shook his head. “Then they stay on.” Then he leaned forward, licking the outside of the star, then moving to the other side to repeat the motion. He drew away, bringing his finger to the center, puckering my nipple underneath.
I writhed in his lap, my thigh dangerously close to his cock. He groaned when I bumped against it.
So I did it again.
The sound came from a deeper place.
I liked it. A lot.
I reached for it, wrapping my hand around his thick shaft. He huffed out a primal breath and his temperature spiked. I braced myself thinking he’d sprout fur right underneath me.
Instead, he palmed my ass, his fingers digging into my cheeks, and lifted me like I was weightless. Our lips crashed against each other again, and this kiss was nothing short of feral as he lowered me down onto his cock.
My panties were pushed to the side as he moved my body up and down, and he drove himself inside me.
This was like...communion. Like a connection with someone who finally got me. Mind, body, soul.
My body pulsed around him, squeezing him, trying to keep him for myself.
But this bear was too powerful, too wild. Then I knew.
“Brad...”
“I’m close, baby,” he panted. “So close.”
“No...”
Shut up. Not now....my bear urged.
“No?”
“It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” It wasn’t a lie—but it wasn’t the whole truth, either.
“You’re perfect,” he said, and reached between my thighs, circling my clit, driving me over the fucking edge.
I collapsed against him, and his shaft swelled. He lifted me off him, and I was a shaky mess as I helped finish him off.
Kisses replaced words. They were safer. Comforting. And kept me in this dream-like state.
Brad pulled me against his body. “Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong?”