Page 192 of Call the Shots
“Too much forme?”
He shrugged. “We’ll take it slow?—”
“Who says I can’t handle it? Because I definitely don’t remembermesaying that.”
“We’re not arguing about this,” Bear said, with a wave of his hand that was so dismissive, I was shocked it came from him. “If you don’t want sex, fine by me.” He patted the couch. “It’s not like the supplies will expire.”
Supplies?
I walked around to check out the ‘supplies.’ The bottle of our favorite lube, a towel, folded like I’d taught him, and a white box the size of my hand, tied with a red bow.
“What’s in the box?” I asked.
“Part of the experience.”
I picked it up, but it disappeared from my hand. Bear grabbed the towel too, obviously moving to put them away, not even waiting for a response.
I didn’t like anything about this. Not the dating profile upgrade, not the changes between us, and not Bear’s goddamn attitude. This wasn’t our usual dynamic—Bear was dominant but the sweet, caring type. At the grocery store, if I started reading nutrition information on a box or a can, he took whatever it was from me and added it to the shopping cart. I wantedthat,not this aloof asshole routine.
“Wait.” I stopped him. “I can do it.”
“You can try?—”
“Trying isn’t part of the equation, Idowhat Iwant.”
He chuckled. “Youwantto do the profile shit?—”
“Take off your goddamn clothes.”
Slipping off my shirt, I watched him and his self-assured smirk. For what? In a couple of minutes, he’d be panting and desperate, and I’d be on top again. Why was he so damn smug?
Before I moved out, I’d have to listen to him doing this to somebody else.
Oh my god, don’t think about that.
Bear relaxed on the couch, completely naked. His eyes trailed down the hickeys on my stomach, hips, and thighs, before he tipped his chin to his cock, hard in his hand. “Get me ready. This starts with me inside of you.”
Fine. A blowjob would have him moaning in no time. I knelt down, ready to take him in my mouth when Bear stopped me, his hand in my hair.
“Did I say to put your mouth on my cock?”
My stomach swooped with his words, a blush heating my cheeks. “I—you—” My eyes slid to the bottle of lube in his hand. “You’re turning down a blowjob?”
“We have other plans.”
Something was…different. I couldn’t put my finger on it but there was something I was supposed to realize and didn’t, like a word search or a sudoku puzzle. I took the lube from him, waiting for the reveal, but a crooked smile tugged up his lips, pleased about something I didn’t understand.
CHAPTER 71
JUNE
…AND UN-FUCKING-BEARABLE
I pouredlube into the palm of my hand, my skin prickling with goosebumps. “I’m riding you?” I finally asked, straddling him, rubbing up against his thighs thick with muscle. “I’ve ridden you before?—”
“Spread your legs, I want that pretty pussy to take all of me.”
The dirty talk brushed away my questions. His husky voice did things to me, unholy, heart pounding things, and I was positive he knew that. Taking deep breaths, I eased him inside.
