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“You promise me more head like you gave me in the foyer and I’ll turn over my card.”
“Deal.” She winked at me and I was helpless as a fucking baby.
That woman was going to rip me to shreds and rebuild me. I was going to be unrecognizable when she was done.
CECILY
When Bear did shopping sprees, he didn’t skimp. He went all out. Not only did he take me shopping at every high-end store in a fifty-mile radius, he also placed orders while he was there and made sure they’d be waiting for us when we got home. I felt like a celebrity on his arm.
Everyone knew him wherever we went. They handed him things without accepting payment in return. He walked out without swiping his card and I was in absolute fucking awe. I knew he had insane pull but I thought it only pertained to drug circles and businesses. Evidently, I was wrong.
When we were done shopping, Bear left me at home with boxes and bags of clothes, shoes and purses while he went to handle business. I was happy as a fucking clam. A really well-dressed clam.
When the doorbell rang downstairs, I frowned. I thought all the deliveries came already. Being around the Stone family most of my life meant I was no fool. I knew better than to open the front door without taking precautions. I opened the discreet gun cabinet tucked behind the mirror in the foyer and pulled out a small pistol hidden there. I walked over to the door and looked through the protective glass. The person on the other side wore a uniform. I was sure he was nothing more than a deliveryman but being around Bear for the past couple of weeks had me on edge.
I’d never tucked a gun in my waistband before so the cool feeling of the smooth steel against my warm skin shocked me. I opened the door with a small smile and took the box in his hands. “Hello, ma’am. I have a delivery for Cecily Stone.” I took the tablet from him so I could sign. That’s when what he said fully registered in my mind. I blinked a few times then stared at the signature my fingers wrote without my permission.
Cecily Stone.
Goddammit, Bear…
I was smiling like an idiot as I thanked the deliveryman and closed the door behind myself. I knew that was his way of telling me he’d marry me.
I rushed upstairs and flopped on the bed with the small box in my lap. What the hell was it? I Facetimed Bear so he could see my reaction in real-time when I opened it.
When his face filled the screen, my cheeks burned from smiling so hard. I couldn’t imagine there ever being a time where we weren’t like this. Where he didn’t set fire to my universe and stand in place of the sun.
“You got my present?” He quizzed, lifting an eyebrow. I could tell from the background that he was in the barbershop getting his hair cut, probably for dinner with Tito later on.
“It just came. You know I was ready to shoot the fucking deliveryman? I’ve been around you for too long.” I scolded with my tone but my face held on to a happy smile. Bear’s copper eyes shone brighter.
“Good girl,” he said, tilting his head up so the barber could tighten up his already neat facial hair. Watching the straight razor pressed against Bear’s neck knowing I bit him there and drew blood made my clit throb. God, I felt like such a nympho when it came to him. He unleashed something in me that I didn’t know I had stored inside. It must have been buried deep in my bones only for Bear to unlock.
“Let me watch you open it.” The smirk on his face was delicious. I pressed my thighs together and bit my bottom lip. “Just open the box and look inside. Don’t take it all the way out.” His warning made my face warp into a confused frown. I listened though.
I tore off the tape and folded back the flaps to reveal something small and heavy shrouded in bubble wrap. I pulled the adhesive away from the wrap and peered inside the small nest of packaging. My cheeks heated immediately. My gaze snapped to Bear’s and he lit up with laughter.
“Bear…what the fuck?”
“Wear it tonight at dinner. I’ll see you when I get home.” The FaceTime call ended with three short beeps and I sat there staring at the stainless steel butt plug Bear got for me. It was stainless steel with a pink heart jewel on the end. He was such an asshole.
I didn’t even know how to put a damn butt plug in. I sat on the bed staring at it wondering if I was supposed to think it was pretty because I really did. I touched it hesitantly like someone was staring at me, judging. Then, I put on my big girl panties and took it out of the box, cradling it in my hand. It was cool to the touch but it warmed after a few seconds in my palm.
I rolled my lips between my teeth and looked at my phone. I called the only person I knew who would have any experience with goddamn butt plugs.
“Hey, Cecily, what’s up?”
“Kareema,” I whined, falling back on the bed.
“Oh god. What the hell is wrong?” I listened to her shuffling around on the other end. Noises and muffled conversations eased by until there was nothing but silence.
“Bear got me a butt plug.”
“What?” I pulled the phone away from my ear and snapped my eyes shut. Her voice was like a blast of air against the side of my face. “He’s a fucking mess, Cecily. I like it though. I need to find me a Bear. Does he have a cousin? Tiger or Lion or something?”
My laughter was involuntary. Kareema was a damn fool. “No, now shut up. He told me to wear it to dinner but I don’t know how to put this shit in.”
“That’s because you havehimput it in the first time. I’m sure he won’t mind. Look, get in the shower and have lots of lube and baby oil and shit ready for when he comes home then ask him to put it in for you.” I turned the butt plug over again and again in my hand and sighed.
