Page 92 of Bear Hunt
Crow: Right down stairs, on my way.
Sledge:Good, now I can kill the cunt myself. And where was my invite for the alcohol sesh? Wankers.
And the messages continue, all some version of relief or happiness. If this had gone any other way, I don’t know if our club could’ve survived it.
Ignoring the current conversation now happening in the chat that has nothing to do with Shade and everything to do with Psycho and Grinder being drunk off their asses, I pull up Athena’s number and send her a quick text. I kept her updated all night while I stayed here, waiting and hoping for Shade to wake up.
Me: Hey Baby Girl, Shade just woke up. I’ll be home soon. Wanna take a nap with me?
I add a winky face and hope she gets my meaning.
Baby Girl: Oh, that’s awesome! I’m so happy to hear that. And yeah, naps are the best!
Pocketing the phone and feeling it vibrate every two seconds with some stupid shit the guys are going on about, I lean over and fist bump Shade’s knuckles even though they’re lying flat on the bed. It’s the thought that counts.
“I’m gonna head out, but listen…” I wait for Shade to focus his good eye on me. “Don’t ever fucking do that again, you hear me?”
“Loud and clear, Bear. Loud and fuckin’ clear.” Just as quickly as he woke up, he falls right back asleep.
“I’ll see ya, I’m gonna go home and take a nap. Those idiots sound like they drank their weight in bad liquor. They’re on their way.” Case in point, I hold out my buzzing phone and shake it as proof of their stupidity. They must have slammed those drinks back quickly for them to be in this state after only… I look at my phone and yup… less than an hour and a half.
My twelve year old kid is more mature than these fools.
I grin at that thought because yeah, I like the sound of that. In fact, I love the idea of us being a family.
“I missed you last night. I don’t like sleeping alone.”
I kiss Athena’s words from her lips and lick inside her mouth. She wasn’t alone, Ophelia and Jarrett slept in the guest room while Paxton was in his own room, but yeah, I get what she’s saying. I don’t think I could ever sleep in an empty bed again.
“I’m sorry, Baby Girl. I’ll try not to have that happen again.” We grin against each other’s mouths knowing, in my world, promises are reliant upon circumstances, and let’s just say our club is constantly getting attacked in one way or another.
“I’ll forgive you if you do that thing with your—” I don’t let her finish her phrase because I know exactly what she needs. My tongue inside her pussy. And I’m about to make her wish come true.
Quick as lightning, I have her on her stomach, her hips raised and her knees far enough apart that I can lick her cunt from the back, with a couple of passages across her puckered hole. I love tasting her, every part of her. Watching her come though, is my favorite part of the day. Sometimes twice a day.
“Oh, gods, that feels so good.” She’s whispering because preteen ears are downstairs watching a movie with two assassins. That should worry me more than it actually does.
Once I’ve got her nice and wet, I push two of my fingers inside her, hook them just right, and grin at the way she practically shoots off the mattress.
Her gasp is life. Pure fucking ecstasy knowing I’m the only fucking person who has ever made her feel pleasure.
“Right there, right… there.” My tongue spears inside her cunt just as my fingers pull out and before she knows what’s happening, she comes all over my mouth and lips.
Grabbing both of her thighs, I lift her higher and feast on her cum, licking every drop off her skin before placing her back on the bed and taking my cock in hand.
I can’t wait to sink inside her and bring us to that place we both love. It’s not just about coming, although, fuck yeah, that’s awesome, but also the emotional connection we have. It just makes it all that much better, that much more intimate and important.
Because she’s important. She’s everything.
She’s my life.
Placing her knees back on the mattress, I reach for the condoms in the side drawer, quickly donning one on before I line my cock up with her entrance. Slowly, oh so fucking slowly, I breach the entrance and don’t stop until I’m bottomed out. We both sigh like we’re home, like we’re exactly where we’ve always needed to be. My dick is wrapped in a warm glove made just for me and my balls are already anticipating coating the walls of her pussy with my seed. It’s natural, it’s necessary. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.
My palms circle her torso and press against her tits, pinching her nipples between my fingers. She loves this, it’s her weakness and I will exploit it, always.
“You feel so fucking good, Baby Girl. Like your cunt was made for my cock.” My crude words only make her pussy squeeze tighter, telling me to keep going. “I’m going to pull almost all the way out, and when I do, I want to rest your head on my chest and open your mouth.”
Like the perfect woman she is, Athena follows every one of my instructions to the letter, and when she does, I slam my dickback inside her just as I put my two fingers, coated with her cum, inside her mouth.
