Chapter Seven

Olivia

I drifted in sleep, somewhere close to awake but with this soft, hazy cocoon around my mind. And my body? I stretched and rolled over…

And my pillow moved. Only it wasn't a pillow. It was a big, strong arm. Then that arm was joined by another muscled one wrapping around me and pulling me closer. A decidedly male groan settled around me as he shifted under me until I lay with my head on his shoulder, his arms solidly around me.

"Bear?" He grunted. It was still full dark. It had been late when he'd lain down with me. "What time is it?" Seemed like an inane thing to say, but what did one say in a situation like this? I'd never slept with a guy before.

Instead of answering, he grunted again, rolling more fully onto his back and taking me with him. I sucked in a breath when he maneuvered me on top of him, settling me so that I straddled him.

I had no idea what I was supposed to do. His breathing evened out, but his grip on me didn't relax. Or maybe his arms were just that heavy.

What was I supposed to do now? I kind of needed to pee, but would he get mad if I tried to move or woke him up? And, honestly, did I really want to move? The longer I stayed there, the more relaxed I got…

Until, I felt his cock stirring beneath me. I must have whimpered because Bear's arms tightened around me, and he nuzzled the top of my head with his chin. He didn't say anything and I wasn't sure he was actually awake. When I didn't move, he grunted again before his breathing evened out once more.

I was still for a minute, not really sure what to do. Then something inside me bubbled up and I wanted to giggle. Why? Not sure. I thought I might be losing my mind, but for some reason I wasn't actually scared. It was more like it was a relief to not be worried about when things were all going to go south. I didn't make a sound, but my body kept tensing up with the need to laugh.

"Don't see anything so Goddamned funny," Bear mumbled from beneath me. He sounded put out and adorably cranky, but I refrained from saying so. Also, the way he rubbed my back and brushed his chin over my head, his beard catching in my hair, put me at ease. Like he was soothing me through the gruff way he spoke. I took that as my permission to go ahead and chuckle.

"I'm sorry," I said as I let out some of the emotions I'd been carrying around. "Honest. I'm not laughing at you."

"That so? Then who you laughin' at?"

I sighed, stretching again. His cock was now at full attention, rubbing along my clit with every movement I made. Trying to ignore it was beyond difficult. "Not laughing at anyone. Just… laughing."

He grunted again. This time, he moved one hand to rub my back in soothing circles while he held me. "At least you ain't cryin'. Don't like that."

That settled the laughter, but not in a bad way. It just brought everything into perspective. "I'm still not certain this is going to work, Bear."

"What? You and me?"

"Yeah. I don't know you. You don't know me. I'm essentially a spy. Your club's not going to be OK with this. Especially once your tech guy gets into that phone."

"That was before. I laid it all out for Rocket and Lemon. Lemon is solidly in your corner. Rocket is reserving judgment because he believes you came clean because of that phone."

I sighed. "I mean, he's not wrong. Not entirely. Though, the phone wasn't the only reason."

"Honey, you asked for your phone once . Right before you told me what was going on. And I'm pretty sure it was a half-hearted attempt at best."

"Well, you weren't letting me go. I knew that."

Bear continued to make lazy strokes up and down my back with his big hand. It was so soothing. Comforting in a way I'd rarely known in my life. Was I so starved for affection that even a man I didn't know could make me putty in his hands simply by being nice to me?

No. It was more than that. He'd rescued me without question and stayed with me after, even knowing there was something not right.

I took a breath and pushed myself up so that I could look down at Bear. His cock pulsed and I couldn't suppress the gasp of surprise and pleasure. His cock moved against my clit every time it throbbed.

"You want my kiss?" God, could a man's voice sound any sexier? There was a deep rumble in his chest that vibrated my insides in the most erotic way.

"I shouldn't."

He grinned. "Probably not. Gonna take it anyway?"

"Like I could resist." The second the words were out of my mouth, his lips found mine. I couldn't help it. I surrendered to Bear, knowing there was no way to keep my heart out of this, no matter how much I needed to.

His lips were warm and hard, demanding and consuming. His hands went from soothing me to gripping my ass, lifting me against him. I gasped into his mouth as he angled his hips so that his cock was aligned perfectly with my pussy. He scraped over my clit through our clothing sending electric fire straight through me. His size… simply to God couldn't be right. Bear was a massive man, but surely he wasn't as big as he felt. If so, he was massive in all respects. Bigger than anything I'd ever taken before. I shuddered at the thought of him inside me, stretching me until I was useless when he was done. Because I knew in my heart he'd make me enjoy it. And I'd never want another man other than Bear as long as I lived.

I must have stiffened at the thought because Bear pulled back and looked at me then. "We can stop any time you want. I want this, Liv, but not at the expense of your trust."

I nodded several times. I didn't know what to do. "I want you to, but…"

"You're scared?"

Tears came again even as I leaned in and kissed him again. The feel of his lips was a soothing balm to my every worry and fear. To lose myself in this man, even for a little while, would be the best bliss…

I cupped his face, his beard slightly coarse against my palm. He was so unlike men I knew. My sexual experience was limited, but I'd always been with refined men. Men my father approved of. My father would never approve of Bear. That thought spurred me on.

"Only what happens, you know. After."

"After? After I fuck you into oblivion?" That gruff, rusty voice of his sent shivers through me, and my nipples peaked, my pussy wept. "After that, you really will be mine. No going back for either of us."

"Because your club won't let us?" I wasn't sure I liked the sound of that. I didn't want any man to be trapped because of me. I also wasn't sure I could take it if he casually moved on afterward.

"Because I've never claimed a woman. Not for any reason. I already had no intentions of letting you go, but once I fuck you, that's it."

"That's crazy." My denial sounded as breathless as I felt. "But if you're trying to make sex with you unappealing, I have to tell you, it's not working."

He flashed me a sexy smirk. "You like the thought of belonging to me. Don't you?"

"Maybe. But only in fantasy. Belonging to someone in reality is never as good as it sounds."

"Sounds like you're talkin' from experience." He frowned down at me, but didn't let me go. In fact, he rolled over to pin me between him and the mattress, letting me take his weight. It was a delicious feeling I shouldn't have enjoyed but did.

"My father's a very wealthy man, Bear. He got that way by controlling everyone around him. That includes me." It hurt to make the admission, and I'm sure I winced.

"Everyone except Leon Black."

"Yeah. Which is how I ended up here."

"You regret being here?" He raised an eyebrow, but I could see he really wanted the answer.

"I regret the reason for it. But not that I met you. I just wish it were under different circumstances." I stroked the side of his face, and he leaned into my touch before turning his head and kissing my palm.

"Everything happens for a reason, Liv. Even bad things. Perhaps a bad thing brought you to me, but you're here. Now. Be honest with me and everything else will work itself out. I want you."

I took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay, but no regrets."

"None from me." He growled before deepening the kiss. His large frame was heavy and imposing. I loved the feel of his weight pinning me. Loved it more than I ever imagined I would. Instead of feeling trapped, all I felt was joy. Life. Excitement. And a lust so deep it bordered on obsession.

"Now, it's me and you, Olivia. Nothing else exists. All right?" he asked as he held his weight with his forearms next to my head. His fingers played in the hair around my face as he gentled me beneath his touch.

"What about your club? You have to be with Grim Road."

"Honey, I'll always be with Grim. This is my home. But the members of Grim don't accept you, you're still my choice. I get the final say on what woman I take. And I'll always protect you. From everything and everyone."

He kissed me again, this time harder, coaxing me to open for him. I did so willingly and moaned as Bear plundered my mouth. He tasted of sin and that niggle of fear I'd had for him before raced through me again, but this time it was accompanied by a healthy dose of arousal.

"Last chance, baby." He licked my neck, then kissed his way from my lips to my cheek, and down my neck. His words were muffled against my skin and the material of my shirt.

"I want this," I whispered. "I want to know what it feels like. To be yours."

"Good." Bear sat up, his thighs firmly between mine. My legs draped over his legs as he sat back on his heels and peeled off his shirt. His muscled, tattooed chest, shoulders, and arms were magnificent.

He undid his pants, and his cock sprang free. No underwear. I blushed tomato red as he stared at me, as if daring me to change my mind. His member was thick and hard, and just the sight of him made my pussy ache for him.

"God, you're beautiful." I breathed out the words, before covering my mouth with my hand.

He chuckled and tugged it away with a teasing growl. "You're gonna like this. I promise."

Bear set about removing my shirt, his mouth hot on my skin as he bared me inch by inch. He moaned in appreciation, before running his devilishly skilled fingers over first one breast, then the other. He took his time, caressing me everywhere except where I needed it most.

"Bear." I whined as he unfastened my pants. He grinned down at me as he peeled them off my legs, panties and all, and tossed them to the floor. Then he cupped my pussy possessively with his large hand. I moaned, tilting my hips toward him and arching my back. "Oh, my God!" The words came out a breathy whimper.

He chuckled. "You can call me Bear, sweetheart."

When I laughed, he took advantage, opening his mouth and planting it against my neck. The slight stinging against my skin told me he'd marked me. It also tickled like shit, and I squealed with laughter. "Stop!" I thrashed as I laughed, trying to get away from the sensation even as my pussy wept.

"Wee bit ticklish, are you?"

"Bear!"

He didn't let up, though. Instead, he slid down my body, his beard abrading the skin of my chest and abdomen. When he reached the skin just below my belly button, he gave a sharp nip with his teeth that had me yelping. He just chuckled as he continued downward.

"Gonna eat you up, baby." Then Bear took a long, slow lick through my folds, flicking my clit at the end.

This time, I screamed. My thighs clamped around his head before I realized it. Bear didn't seem to mind, though. His tongue licked and flicked while his mouth sucked and nipped. The sensations were too much. Before I even realized I was on the verge, I came in a wet rush, screaming his name as I tunneled my fingers through his hair to hold him to me even tighter.

My head spun and my heart pounded. I squeezed my eyes shut as the waves of my orgasm continued to crash over me with brutal intensity.

The next thing I knew, Bear was over me. I could feel his cock poking at my entrance. I felt the latex barrier between us and knew he'd used protection.

In one smooth motion, Bear entered me, stretching me with his girth. I gasped at the invasion, which he only met with a kiss, all cocky confidence and arrogance. He felt so good inside me, filling me up like I'd been made for him.

"Damn, baby," he moaned into my mouth as he began to move. "You feel so fucking good."

Bear moved with a steady rhythm, bringing me to the brink of another orgasm, only to pull back. My nails dug into his back, trying to urge him on faster.

"Greedy, huh?" He chuckled, but sped his thrusts just the same.

"Never…" I swallowed, shaking my head slightly and closing my eyes tight for a brief moment. I needed to get myself under control. The last thing I wanted was to look as inexperienced as I really was. I wasn't a virgin, but my sexual encounters had been extremely limited and never with a man like this. "Never felt anything like this. Please!" I begged.

Bear grinned as he slid out of me with an exaggerated slowness that almost had me growling.

"Bear," I gasped, arching upward. "What are you doing to me?" I was desperate. All thoughts of trying to hold my reactions in check went out the door the third time he let me fall back down without cresting that wave of pleasure threatening to drown me.

He groaned into my neck. "Ride me, then, baby. Let me feel you come on my cock. Now!"

Oh, God, those dirty words. I moaned and began to rock my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. He was so big and hard inside me. The friction between us caused a slow burn as I once again spiraled out of control. "Bear!"

"Fuck, yes," he growled into my ear. His hips pounded against mine, slamming us both into the mattress.

I screamed as the pleasure built to dizzying heights. My nails raked down his back, digging into his skin while my body convulsed under him.

The bed frame creaked under our combined weight and frantic motions. My back arched as I rode him higher and higher, my nails sinking into his rock-hard abs. "AHH!" I screamed as I came apart around him.

Bear growled and tensed, burying himself to the hilt inside me as he joined me with his own climax.

We lay there, panting and sweaty. Bear had his face buried in my neck, kissing and murmuring softly to me as I came down from the orgasmic high. My heart still pounded in my chest but was gradually slowing to a more sedate level.

"That's it, pretty girl," he murmured. "Fuckin' beautiful."

As my vision cleared, I noticed my fingernails were still embedded in one shoulder and his back. "Oh, shit!" I let go, pulling my arms away and looking up at him with what was probably horror on my face. "I'm so sorry!"

Bear burst out laughing, burying his face back in my neck. His beard tickled my fevered skin so that I squirmed beneath him, instinctively trying to get away. Which would have been pretty hard, considering he was still firmly imbedded inside me.

"Easy there, baby." He chuckled, still licking and sucking at my skin.

"I scratched you."

"Yep. You sure did, baby." He didn't sound the least bit upset. "Pretty sure you drew blood."

"Oh no…" I was shocked, but the orgasmic high wouldn't leave me. It felt almost satisfying to know I'd marked him. Which wasn't a good thing.

"Don't sound so horrified. You marked me as yours. I'm good with that."

"Did I hurt you?" I peeked up at him, dreading that I'd see anger or irritation on his face.

"Honey, the day a little pipsqueak like you hurts me is the day I turn in my man card." He rolled us so that I lay sprawled on top of him. His dick was still in my pussy. "Now kiss me and we'll go clean up."

Who was I to deny him? Especially when I wanted more of his kisses. I could easily become addicted to his kisses.

I expected him to set me on my feet and smack my ass as I headed to the bathroom or something, but instead, he sat up with me in his arms, my legs straddling his hips, and carried me to the bathroom and set me on the vanity.

He turned on the hot water and let it heat while retrieving a couple of washcloths and discarding the condom. He didn't take long and I just sat there. I was equal parts stunned and crashing. I'd just had the best sex I'd ever imagined, and there was still a possibility this man could turn into my worst enemy.

"If things go to shit later, Bear, I just want you to know that was one of the best experiences of my life."

For long moments, Bear said nothing. He did take the washcloth from my trembling fingers and gently cleaned me before tossing the cloth in the hamper. When he returned his attention back to me, he braced his hands on either side of my hips and held my gaze with his for several moments.

Finally, he sighed. "Honey, even if things go to shit later, I'm still on your side until you prove to me you're not on mine. I'm here to protect you. I'm gonna keep you safe from my enemies. You're going to be as much a part of this club as the other women. They'll support you. I'll support you."

"These guys, Bear…" I cringed away, shaking my head. "They're bad news. They said they are CIA, but if they are, they're not operating inside the agency. At least, I hope they're not. If our government does this kind of thing to people inside their own country, I'm not sure how anyone could support them."

"Do you know what the end goal is?"

"All I know is they want to, in their words, ‘take down that whole motherfucking club and put them in their place.' That's a direct quote. I recorded it on my real cell phone. The one at home in my room. They wouldn't let me take it because they said two phones would be suspicious enough for them to not let me in."

"So, we have the guys make a run for your house and steal it." He shrugged as though it was no big deal.

"You say that like it's easy. My father has top-notch security. Government level. I'm not sure you understood the ‘international businessman' part of what he does. He's a billionaire, Bear. You're not going to just break in and take what you want."

"You know what they have on your father? Why they'd turn on him if he's giving them valuable information, which, with those kinds of connections with the very wealthy of the world, he's probably giving them some pretty damned good shit."

"Something to do with money. I think they threatened to tell some of his contacts he'd been siphoning money from them or something. And no, I don't know who or how or anything else. That was all I learned before they caught me. Just some vague notion of what was going on so I wouldn't put much stock in it."

"Good to know. Now, I need to go plan this thing with Rocket. We'll get your personal phone and let Crush and Byte take over."

"You don't have to go get my phone, Bear. I can access it from the cloud."

He blinked at me. "I beg your pardon?"

I blinked right back at him. "The cloud? Cyber storage? As in, uploaded to…?" He gave me a blank look that was also a dare for me to laugh, grin, or in any other way make fun of how old he was. I cleared my throat. "All right, then. How about you tell Crush. Sounds like he'll know what to do from there."

He gave me a disgruntled look. "I think I'm way the fuck too old for you."

I gave him a fierce scowl, hoping like hell he thought I was teasing when I kind of really meant what I was about to say. "Doesn't matter if you are or not. No take-backs. It's a rule."

That got him. He must have not been expecting me to say something like that because he let out a belly laugh before wrapping his arms tightly around me as he continued to chuckle. "No way, baby. No take-backs. I swear."