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“Hey, I got a great view of your pretty brown titties bouncing around under that tank top though.” He unlocked the door and got out, then walked around to open my door. Like clockwork, all the doors of the black truck swung open and tall men wearing black hopped out. I already knew who Ace was. I’d met him several times before. He was always quiet but he had a wicked grin that told me he was okay with dying if Bear needed him to and he was definitely okay with killing.
Ace had the kind of eyes that made you question their authenticity. They gleamed blue with gray bursts along the rims. Nobody would dare ask him if they were real though because you could look at him and tell he wasn’t the kind of guy who wore colored contacts.
“What’s up Bear? Cecily,” Ace nodded at me and I smiled and waved. I didn’t know if smiling was the proper protocol for a giant drug delivery but I didn’t know what else to do when someone spoke to me. Bear shook his head at me and put his hands in his pockets. “I see you’re savage Bear tonight,” Ace chuckled as he donned black latex gloves. A small thrill ripped through me when I saw Bear putting on a pair of the same gloves.
Bear glanced down at his sweats and t-shirt then shrugged. “I suppose.Someonetook my hoodie.” His copper eyes slid over to me and I blushed.
“She vested?” Ace pointed his chin in my direction.
“Of course. Hey…” Bear’s heavy hand landed on Ace’s shoulder. “Protect her with your life. Understand me? Anything goes down, get her out first. Don’t worry about me.” My throat was thick with worry hearing him say that. Ace nodded his understanding then looked at me again. His blue eyes burned into my brown ones.
“I’m your shadow, dimples.”
“Thank you?” I laughed nervously.
“Let’s do this shit. After the drop is made, we split the shipment up and flood the warehouses outside of New Orleans. Push to Shreveport, Lafayette, Baton Rouge, Ruston, and Lake Charles. Then I want to see drops being made in Houston, Dallas, and Austin. Spread that shit out.” Bear’s voice was different when he was barking out orders. I’d never seen men huddle close to listen so intently even though his voice carried.
When he stopped talking, he linked our fingers together and we walked into the shipyard with Ace at my other side and the rest of the soldiers behind us. I fully thought Bear would have me hidden away somewhere safe where I could see and he could conduct business without me in the way. He didn’t though. He made sure I was at his side the entire time. Even though my knees were shaking while he laughed and talked to smooth men with thick Columbian accents and nice smiles.
He introduced me to the boss, Tito, too and when he asked Bear if I was his lady, he claimed me proudly with a look in his eyes I’d never seen before. I thought I would fucking faint. It was all…so much. I wondered if he knew that he was showing me more than telling me how much he trusted me and cared about me.
Once all the talking was done, a fleet of forklifts rounded the dark corner carrying pallets. Fuckingpalletsof heroin. I pressed my lips together into a line to stop my jaw from dropping.
Being around Bear all my life meant I’d seen huge amounts of drugs but never in my life had I seen a dozen forklifts carrying pallets of heroin. They were disguised as normal grocery items like coffee, diapers, napkins and such but every item in those boxes was actually more drugs than my fucking life was worth. I totally understood why Bear switched the drop off location. I’d want to make damn sure nothing went wrong for a delivery of that size as well.
Once the money exchange was made and the drugs were handed over, Bear’s entire army converged on the shipyard to break down the product. There were more than fifty men separating boxes and putting things into ordinary plastic shopping bags to seem inconspicuous.
“Come here, baby doll,” Bear whispered in my ear while everyone buzzed around us. He pulled me away from the commotion near the docks. Ace wasn’t too far away. I couldn’t miss his bulky ass following ten steps behind us.
“Everything okay?” I asked him with wide eyes.
“Everything is fucking fantastic.” He stared at me for a few beats then hooked his arm around my waist. “Thank you for being here with me for this. I don’t think I realized how important this was for me and sharing it with you is fucking epic.” I’d never seen him so happy before.
The look in his eyes told me a few things. It told me that even Lucifer’s eyes could dance with stars under the right circumstances. It told me that I was madly in love with Bear, and it told me he would never change. This was the life that brought him joy. It was the life that raised him.
I didn’t care about the drugs or the murder or any of that shit. I cared about Bear. I’d been adjacent to his lifestyle for as long as I could remember. I hadn’t run yet. I wasn’t going to.
My knees were useless when he looked at me. I slid my hand across his chest and then moved up to his neck just before he dipped his head low and swept his lips against mine. I needed to feel him right then. The rush of the night fizzed in my brain like soda. I was hopped up on adrenaline and the only thing that would satiate me was feeling Bear’s stiff thick dick stretching me around him.
“Bear, I need you,” I whispered with my lips against the shell of his ear. I wanted him to remind me that I belonged to him. That I’d always belonged to him even when both of us were too young to understand the way fate worked. I wanted him to grab me the way only he could. I wanted his mouth to posses me and for his violent thrusts to push me over the edge.
He glanced around the shipyard then pushed me into a corner created by two huge shipping crates that stretched into the sky. We were hidden away from Ace’s protective eyes and everyone else’s. I yanked on Bear’s pristine white t-shirt until we crashed into another kiss and his tongue danced against mine.
His quick fingers unsnapped my bulletproof vest under his hoodie then he unzipped it and tossed it aside. Our movements were frenzied like we’d gone years without seeing each other. My vest came off next. It hit the concrete with a soft thud then Bear’s hand wrapped around my throat waking up a fire inside of me.
“Tell me who you belong to, Cecily.”
“You, Bear. I belong to you.” I stared up at his onyx skin and blazing eyes and I saw forever tempting me.
“Good girl. I belong to you too.” With his free hand, he yanked my leggings down and spun me around. My pussy throbbed and pulsed with desire and anticipation. His long, rigid dick pushed deep inside of me, stretching me like I wanted. I was still sore from the first time we fucked but the burn he dealt was delicious.
I pushed my ass against him and his fingers dug into my hips, controlling me. “Bear,” I whined when he slammed into me, his hips crashing against my ass. He fed me every inch of his cock and I thought I would overflow with heat and wetness.
I was a river of lava and fire. I’d never been happier to fuck the devil. He knew how to navigate my flames better than anyone else. He dragged his finger down my spine, making me shiver and throb. I tried to catch my breath and match his strokes but he was too much. Too hard. Too deep. Too fucking good.
He fucked me so thoroughly that I could taste him on my tongue. I could hear him in my thoughts and feel him beating through my heart. I was high on Bear.
“Fuck…Cecily, your pussy is so damn good.” His hand found my throat again and he choked me so hard I coughed. He knew better than to let up. Not Bear. He didn’t let up for anyone. He fucked me harder and deeper. Our bodies clapped together in unison and I got wetter than I thought was possible. I was a slippery ocean for him.
