Reining It In (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 6)

Chapter Fourteen

Greta

“WHAT ARE YOU STARING at?”

I closed my eyes and held my breath.

“I know you are awake, mama. No one holds their breath while they sleep,” Bear rumbled.

Breathe, Gertie. I let out a slow breath and squirmed around. “Hmm,” I groaned. He was not going to know I had been staring at him while he was sleeping. That could borderline be creepy.

“This the game you’re playing?” Bear laughed. His arm around me tightened, and he pulled me against him.

“Good morning,” I croaked. I stretched out my legs and let out a yawn. “Did you just wake up?” I was a horrible actress.

“No, I’ve been awake for five minutes trying to figure out what you were staring at.” He reached up and wiped the corner of his mouth. “Do I have some drool or something?”

I opened my eyes and tipped my head back to look at him. “I wouldn’t know, I was sleeping just like you were.”

Bear’s eyes connected with mine.

“Fine,” I gasped. “I was looking at your lips, okay?”

“Why?”

I clamped my mouth shut and shrugged.

“Are you staring at my nose now?” he laughed.

I rolled my eyes. “I was just looking at you, Bear. Can I not do that?”

“You can. I like that you want to.”

“Then why did you ask me why I was staring at you?” I asked.

A smile curved Bear’s lip. “So you admit that you were staring at me?”

“Just your lips,” I sighed. “And it was only for like thirty seconds.”

“Mama,” he laughed.

I struggled to get out of the chair, but his arm tightened around me. “I need to get up.”

“Why?” He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me up until I was face to face with him.

“The day is starting, so I need to get up,” I pointed out.

Bear glanced out the dark window. “Mama, the sun is barely rising. I think you can sit with me for a minute.”

I stopped struggling to get up and relaxed against him. “Fine.”

“What’s going on in that head of yours, Greta?”

I pursed my lips. “I prefer it when you call me mama.”

“And I prefer when you tell me what you’re thinking,” he countered.

“I’m an open book, Bear. Ask me anything,” I challenged.

“Favorite color?”

“Depends on my mood, but it bounces between black and yellow.”

Bear traced his finger along my jaw. “Favorite food?”

“Meg’s taquitos. Or Oreos.” I shrugged. “But Meg’s taquitos win.”

“Can’t argue with either of those.”

“We won’t go into how you eat Oreos dry,” I laughed.

Bear chuckled. “I just don’t eat them with regular milk, mama.”

“Nut juice,” I quivered. I did not understand how he could shun milk and prefer nut milk.

“Rapid fire,” he challenged.

“Hit me with it. Open book, lumberjack.” I could answer these easy questions all day.

“Shoe size?”

I laughed but answered. “Nine and a half.”

“Favorite movie?”

“Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. The one with Johnny Depp,” I clarified. The one from the seventies or whatever was a little too much for me.

“That,” Bear drawled, “kind of explains a lot.”

“It’s a good movie. Don’t knock it,” I argued.

“Favorite song?”

“Anything by Citizen Solider, Halestorm, or Fleetwood Mac.” I shrugged and laid my hand on his chest. “I’m a bit of a rocker and Stevie Nicks is my queen. I have Meg to thank for that.”

“Why were you staring at me?” he asked.

I pouted out my lips.

“You said you were an open book, mama,” he laughed.

Fine. Fine. “I was wondering what it would be like to kiss you.” There. He wanted to know so bad, and now, he did.

Bear’s eyes connected with mine, and they melted into dark amber pools of desire. “How about you stop wondering, mama?” He leaned forward, and his lips brushed against mine. His fingers delved into my hair and cupped the back of my head.

I sighed and wound my arm around his neck. Bear’s other hand moved to my side and pulled me on top of him.

“More,” I whispered against his lips. My knees fell on either side of his hips, and I straddled his waist. Bear’s lips moved against mine, and his tongue swept through my mouth. This was exactly what I had wanted, and it was better than I had ever imagined.

I ran my hands down his chest and pulled up the hem of his shirt. My fingers trailed over the taut skin of his stomach and the feel of his lips on mine and his body beneath me was intoxicating.

I was drunk off Bear with just one kiss.

A moan escaped my lips, and I pressed my forehead against his.

“You okay, mama?” he asked.

I nodded and bit my bottom lip.

His hand moved around down to my ass, and he pressed a quick kiss to my lips. “More?”

“Are you asking if I want more, or if you can have more?”

He chuckled low. “Both, mama. I want you, but I need to know that you want me, too.”

“I’ve wanted you since I laid eyes on you, Bear. You are a hard man to not take notice of.” I would have had to have been blind and dumb to not want this man. It was a miracle he wasn’t beating women off with a stick whenever he stepped foot out of the house.

He squeezed my ass and let out a growl. “The same can be said about you, mama. There is just something about you that makes all eyes go to you.”

I shrugged and smiled. “It’s probably my hair and the fact I have no filter.”

“I think there is more to it than that, but those are definitely contributing factors,” he agreed.

“Good answer,” I whispered. My lips moved against his, and I pulled up his shirt. He moved forward so I could tug it over his head, and then, his lips were back on mine.

I had been wanting his mouth for so long, and now that I had it, I wasn’t going to stop kissing him. My hips moved against his growing dick beneath his pants, and a tremor rocked through my body.

Large hands pulled down the waist of my pants, and he cupped my bare ass. “God damn, mama,” he growled. “There a reason why you don’t have underwear on?”

“Because I normally don’t sleep with any on.” I trailed kisses across his jaw and down his throat.

“Do not tell me you sleep naked,” he groaned. “Do not tell me while I’ve been sleeping in this fucking recliner, you’ve been laying naked in your bed every night.”

“Okay,” I giggled. “I won’t tell you.”

“God dammit,” Bear bit off. His hand left my ass, and he grabbed the handle to the footrest. He dropped it down, and we sprung up. He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me as he stood.

I clung to his neck and wound my legs around his waist. “Where are we going?” I gasped.

“We’re gonna do a whole hell of a lot more than just kissing, mama. I know we’ve only known each other for a couple of weeks, but it feels like a fucking lifetime of wanting you.” He stalked up the stairs and kicked open the door to my bedroom. He set me on the floor and yanked my pants off. I pulled my shirt over my head and reached around to unhook my bra.

“You weren’t wearing any underwear, but you had a fucking bra on?” Bear laughed.

I shrugged it off and dropped it on top of my shirt. “You haven’t figure out by now that I’m a little complicated and strange, lumberjack?”

He kicked my bra under the bed and shook his head. “You’re not putting that back on for at least twenty-four hours.”

I laughed and reached for the waistband of his pants. “Can I say the same thing about your pants?” I popped open the button and pulled down the zipper. “Because once I get these off of you, you’re not putting them back on.” I pulled his pants down, and his dick bobbed between us. “You were scolding me for not having underwear on when you were doing the exact same thing?” I laughed. “Kettle meet pot.”

He stepped toward me and placed his hand on my stomach. “This still looks pretty tender.”

It was. It was healing, but it wasn’t some miraculous recovery. “I’m okay. It actually doesn’t really hurt.”

“Unless you get sucker punched by a random dog,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, that little fucker dropped me to my knees yesterday.” One minute, I was bending down to pet him, and the next thing I knew, the dog had turned into Mike Tyson.

Bear backed me up until my calves hit the foot of the bed. “Just give me the word, mama, and I’ll take care of him.”

I cocked my head to the side. “You’ll take one look at Mickey and tell him he’s the best boy ever,” I laughed.

Bear shrugged. “You’re probably right.”

And that was another thing I liked about Bear. He had a soft spot for animals and wasn’t afraid to show it.

Bear wrapped his arm around my waist and lifted me. He planted a knee on the bed and laid me down with his body over me.

“Are we done talking?” I whispered.

Bear nodded. “I think it’s time we do something other than talking with our mouths, mama.”

“Let our bodies do the talking?” I whispered.

He nodded and pressed his lips to mine. “Exactly,” he growled.

His hands moved over my body, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, hitched my leg over his butt, and pulled him down on top of me. My hands trailed down his back and grabbed his ass.

Bear’s hand dipped between us, and he cupped my pussy. “I want this,” he whispered.

“It’s all yours,” I moaned.

His fingers parted the lips of my pussy, and he circled one around my clit.

My body warmed to his touch, and I arched my back up to meet him.

His fingers teased and tormented me to the edge of pleasure.

“You like that?” he growled against my lips.

I fucking loved it, but I wanted more. “More,” I pleaded. “I need you.”

Bear moved back and stroked the length of his hard cock. My eyes traveled down his body and watched with hooded eyes. I planted my feet on the bed and cocked my legs open. “I’m ready for you, daddy.”

Bear chuckled and shook his head. “That should not have been hot, but my dick was into it and got even harder.”

I licked my lips and laughed.

He positioned himself at the entrance of my pussy and slowly pushed in.

“Oh, my God,” I gasped.

Bear pushed all the way in, and my breath caught.

“Fucking shit, mama,” he groaned.