Page 32 of Cocky Secrets

Willing.

Open.

Here.

With a swift motion, he pulls me against him, our bodies colliding in a passionate kiss. The world around us fades away, and it’s just the two of us, lost in each other. I taste the sweetness of his breath, the commands of his tongue, his lips, and it ignites a fire within me I’ve never known. Bear’s hands roam my body, exploring every curve, every inch of skin. I arch into him, encouraging his touch, feeling a rush of exhilaration as he guides me down onto the soft grass.

We lose ourselves in the moment, the forest our sanctuary, and Bear's hands slide between my legs, his fingers warm against my skin. I softly gasp at the sensation, breathing hard. With his other hand, he reaches underneath me, pulls me closer, our bodies fitting together perfectly as if we were made for this.

“I want you to be mine,” he murmurs, voice thick. I can’t help but blush at his claim. I’ve never felt more happy. My hands find their way to his shoulders, pulling his weight down onto me, urging him wordlessly to take what we both want.

He kisses me, our mouths moving together in a dance until he breaks free and travels his lips down to take one of my breasts into his mouth. I moan and arch my back into him. He moves to the other one, caressing my nipple with his lips, his tongue. Down my ribcage his lips carve their way. He kisses my belly button, spreads my legs with his hands, kneeling before me, and dives in for a taste. I can feel that my flower is wide open for him, craving his mouth, his tongue, and he gives them to me. As I feel him kiss me there for the first time, I freeze. No one has ever kissed me here before. Tears of surprise, of joy, rush to my eyes as he licks me, caresses me, fingers my folds and inserts his hungry tongue inside me for my very first time. I gasp at the pleasure that overtakes my body, and moan as he drinks me in. The world around us disappears, leaving only the two of us, entwined in a primal rhythm. I can feel the heat radiating from his body, his mouth, his lips, his tongue, the way he responds to my every movement, and it drives me wild. I feel a strong pulsing pulling at my core, burning tingles spreading throughout my flower. I cry out as I begin to throb, tears streaming down my grateful face.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching mine for permission, and I nod, breathless.

He frowns, “Why are you crying?”

I breathe, “I’ve never been so happy!”

That’s all he needed to know. In an instant, he’s undressing while I watch, kicking off his boots first with a sexy smile. Then his T-shirt. His chest is superb and for the first time I see wings tattooed across it, a spread of power just under his collarbone. I moan at the V displayed as his jeans start to drop. No boxers. No anything. Just him, and as his hard shaft breaks free of its confines, surrounded by dark curly hair, I moan again, wanting him desperately.

Bear drops to all fours, caging me in. He lowers his weight onto me, spreads my legs with his knee. I gasp as the tip of his cock touches my slick folds. It shifts slightly to the right and finds its purpose. I feel the warmth of him pressing into me, a delicious pressure that sends waves of pleasure coursing through everything I am. I ignore the sharp pain that comes with it, and kiss his bare shoulder, biting down to ease my first time.

“Now…in this moment and forever…you’re mine,” he groans as we move together, the grass beneath us a soft bed as we surrender to each other.

“Forever?” I breathe.

“Forever mine!” Bear rasps.

The sounds of the forest become a symphony, blending with our gasps, our moans, our whispered words of lust. Each thrust, each caress brings us closer to the edge, and I can feel the tension building, the world around us finally disappearing into passion’s blur.

“Yours,” I whisper in his ear, kissing it. “I’m yours.”

As we fall over the edge together, tears streaming down my happy cheeks, I know that he is right. In this moment, and every moment after this, forever, I’ll feel that nothing else matters.

It’s just Bear and me, against the world.

THIRTEEN

Sage

The sun has shifted, hanging lower in the azure sky, casting long shadows over the winding road as Bear and I ride back to Viola’s gift shop. The wind rushes past us, a cool balm. I grip Bear’s waist tighter, the rumble of the engine beneath us disappearing under the thunder of my heart. I can't shake the feeling that something’s off.

As we drive up to the small parking lot outside the shop, I see them. A line of motorcycles, sleek and formidable, parked like sentinels. Their riders stand tall and imposing, leather jackets unified against us under the fading sunlight. Jett. Luna. Dad. Luke. Atlas. Sofia Sol. Celia. Sean. Scythe. Tonk Sr.

All of them.

My stomach drops.

Bear’s body stiffens and he slows the bike to a halt in the lot, in front of our lawless jury. “You good?” he asks, casting a wary glance at the gathering crowd of townsfolk who’ve come to watch. Viola stands just outside her door, looking worried. Sad for us. Helpless.

I nod, but my throat feels tight. “I think we should’ve come back earlier.”

Bear dismounts, takes off his helmet, holds it under one arm, and I follow suit, my legs unsteady. The atmosphere is thick with tension as all of the members of The Ciphers keep their attention fixated upon us. Their expressions are a mix of anger, concern, and glaring disappointment.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” Dad sneers, stepping forward.

I know that Jett, club President, is letting Dad do the talking, since he’s my father and this is our battle — a fight that Bear and I, outnumbered, seem destined to lose.

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