“I need you to fuck me, Bear,” I insisted, staring urgently into his stormy eyes. “I need you to fuck me hard. With everything inside of you, I need you to touch everything inside of me. I’ve never felt so alive than I do when I’m with you,” I whispered.
“I know, baby,” he said, a faint smile on his face, “I feel it too.”
“I need you. Now. Tomorrow. Always.”
“I need you, too, Beauty,” he kissed me, our tongues tangling together in a delicious embrace, searching for the magic that we never failed to discover. “You’re mine. And I’m yours. Nothing will ever change that, my love.”
He carried me to the bedroom, holding me close as he made love to me the rest of the night, our cries echoing through the penthouse like a chorus of bliss and joy and love and raw, sensual lust.
Like stars burning across the sky, our love ignited into an explosion bound for the heavens, the flames fanned by our endless lustful need for each other, our connection never ending and ever lasting…
Chapter 13
“Happy New Year!” The crowd erupted in song and the cheers as the ball began dropping.
Fireworks exploded in the sky as Bear grabbed me around the waist, bending me backwards as he kissed me deeply, his tongue the warmest thing I’d felt in hours. I melted into him, my shivering body begging for relief.
Bear, Bruce, Marie and I had been standing in Times Square for over an hour. Each of wore glasses made out of the year 2017 and Marie and I were wearing cardboard tiaras covered in glitter, rhinestones and feathers. I was so glad the ball had finally dropped and now we could make our way back to somewhere, anywhere, warm.
Max was waiting for us nearby and I couldn’t wait to sink into the heated seats. But for now, Bear’s tongue was still down my throat and there wasn’t much else to do but kiss him back and drink in his precious warmth.
I hadn’t seen him since Christmas night and I’d been looking forward to tonight so much. I knew it would be cold, so I’d done my best to prepare, but no amount of planning could have prepared me for the frigid frostiness that had settled into my bones after being out here so damned long.
I had no idea my nipples could freeze like this!
Bear lifted me back up and I opened my eyes. When I saw that Bruce’s mouth was still glued to Marie’s, I rolled my eyes.
Not again, I groaned inwardly.
I couldn’t count the number of times in the past that Marie had claimed a guy in a hot second like this. She never wasted a minute. Bruce didn’t seem to mind, though, so I shot a quick glance at Bear and he just shrugged and kissed me again.
I couldn’t help but smile through the kiss.
Life was good. I had absolutely no complaints.
Mom was busy with her new boyfriend, so I’d still not had to explain my relationship to Bear to anyone but Marie. I was free to enjoy my life as I pleased.
Of course, Marie had just about exploded with excitement when I showed her the ring in the airport. But she accepted it like it was the most natural thing in the world, with no judgement whatsoever. And then when she met Bear, she’d embraced him fully, with both arms and a kiss on the cheek.
Everything just felt so fucking right.
Except for the fucking frigid air that was ripping right through my hat, ear muffs, coat, scarf, two sweaters, jeans, long johns, three pairs of socks, boots and both pairs of gloves!
“Can we go now?” I asked, with a hopeful smile. We’d been waiting for that damned stupid ball to drop for what seemed like hours already.
“Yes!”
“Thank God!” I cried, prying Marie’s mouth from Bruce’s. “Let’s go, y’all!”
I grabbed Marie’s hand and led her through the crowd towards the general direction that I’d last seen Max. Bruce and Bear followed behind us.
“Surely, we aren’t going home yet,” Bruce complained.
“What did you have in mind?” Bear said.
“There’s a killing kittens party tonight,” Bruce said, a mischievous smile spreading across his handsome face, “but we’re all wearing way too many clothes for that.”
“What’s a killing kittens party?” I asked, wrinkling my nose.
Bruce looked over at Bear for approval and he shrugged.
“Sounds good to me,” he said.
“What’s a killing kittens party?” Marie asked again.
“It’s a party for sexy little felines like yourself.”
“I don’t understand,” I said.
“There’s a silly myth that each time a woman pleasures herself, God kills a kitten.”
“I’ve heard that,” Marie said. “Please tell me there’s no kitten killing involved. Even I’m not that kinky!”
The three of us laughed and Bruce explained further.
“Are you interested in attending a party unlike any party you’ve ever been to?” Bruce asked.
“You mean like a sex party?” Marie asked, her eyes wide as saucers.
“More like a sex club,” he said. “Killing Kittens is a place where the beautiful people of New York go to play. It’ll be fully of the sexiest women in the city, with a sprinkling of eligible bachelors and the two of you will fit right in. I promise there will be no dead kittens.”
“Okay,” Marie said, her smile spreading even bigger. “Let’s do it!”
“I like your adventurous spirit,” Bruce said.
“I like your tongue,” she said, clamping her mouth over Bruce’s and kissing him deeply. Bear laughed and I couldn't help joining in.
“Why don’t we go back to Chloe’s place and shed a few layers?” Bear asked. “Max can drop us off out front after.”
“Sounds great,” Marie said, pulling her lips from Bruce’s, her smile brighter than the Times Square Christmas tree.
“I don’t care what we do as long as it’s warm,” I said.
“Oh, it’ll be downright sizzling, Chloe,” Bruce chuckled, winking at Bear. Bear shook his head like they were sharing some secret joke. I caught Bear’s eye and saw a hint of a familiar storm brewing there and I couldn’t help but wonder what they were up to. A tiny thrill shot through me.
I squeezed Marie’s hand and huddled up to her as we made our way back to the car.
“I hope you ready for anything,” I whispered to her. “There’s no telling with these two.”
“Girl, you know me better than that,” she laughed. “When have I ever turned down a good time?”
“That’s very true,” I said. I wanted to warn her somehow. She knew a little about Bear’s ‘tastes’, shall we call them, but she didn’t know everything. I hadn’t told her how he turned rough sometimes. I hadn’t told her that the thrill of it all scared me sometimes. I hadn’t told her about the welts he’d left behind on Christmas night. I didn’t tell her that so far he didn’t seem to have too many boundaries, and I had no idea just how far he would go.
But maybe she didn’t need to know that.
Maybe I was overthinking things.
When I spotted Max up ahead, I s
ped up, the promise of warmth like an oasis on the horizon. I threw my arms around Max’s neck.
“Thank you!” I cried, flinging myself into the car.
“Get in!” I called to the three of them. “Hurry! Don’t let the heat out!”
Moments later, we were in my apartment and the guys were pulling off sweaters and hats and coats.
“Max is waiting for us downstairs, ladies, so let’s be quick,” Bear said.
“What should we wear?” I asked.
“Something skimpy. And dressy,” Bruce said.
“Something easy to get out of,” Bear said. My eyes widened, my mouth falling open. He shot me a look and I closed my mouth, turning towards the bedroom.
“Got it,” I said, as Marie and I disappeared.
“Oh, my god, he’s so dreamy!” Marie gushed as soon as the door closed behind us.
“Bear? Yeah, I know…” I teased.
“Not Bear! Bruce, you dork!”
“I didn’t expect you two to hit it off so well. I should have known, though. He’s great.”
“I mean, I’m not looking for anything serious or anything,” she said quickly.
“Oh, Jesus, Marie. You just met, don’t start! Besides, Bear told me he’s a perpetual bachelor, so there’s no chance of anything more.”
“I said I wasn’t looking for that!”
“Which translates to you already naming your babies!” I insisted. “Don’t forget who you’re talking to.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she said, smiling. “Whatever…”
“Yeah, whatever,” I said, shaking my head and turning to the closet. “Okay, I have a couple of nice dresses we can wear.”
“I brought my own,” she said, pulling a tiny, red string bikini from her suitcase.
“We aren’t going swimming,” I said, eyeing the stretchy fabric.
“It’s a dress! Watch!” She stripped to nothing but her panties and then pulled the red fabric over her head, stretching it over her ample curves until it covered all the pertinent bits and left pretty much everything else on display. It did have a tiny little skirt, which I guess justified calling it a dress.