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“You’re kidding.”

He shrugged. “Wasn’t exactly at the top of my priority list while I was raising two boys.”

I could understand that perfectly.

Idly, Bear traced a fingertip up my entrance, circling my clit. I bit the inside of my cheek, canting my hips up toward his touch.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Bear smiled. “I’ll gladly come in my pants if it means I get to see you squirm like this all night.”

“That won’t be necessary,” I countered as I hooked my fingers around the back of his neck and yanked him down on top of me.

Chapter Seven

Bear

I chuckled against Shelby’s mouth as she kissed me in a clash of teeth and tongue. She fumbled at my belt buckle, her bare legs bracketing my hips. I’d wanted to taste her, sink my tongue into her sweet pussy again and again until she arched off the couch, delirious with pleasure.

But it didn’t seem either of us had the patience to wait that long. In two seconds, Shelby had my jeans unbuttoned, unzipped, and shoved them off my hips. My cock curved upward, thick and pulsing and painfully hard.

Shelby placed her hands atop my forearms, her thumbs smoothly over my skin in absent little circles. She was open for me, waiting. I could tell it worried her, just as it worried me. It wasn’t easy letting someone in when your heart was still tender.

Fishing a condom from my pocket, I ripped it open with my teeth and rolled it on. But when I reached for Shelby’s tank top, she caught my wrist, a frown forming on her face.

“I’d like to keep my shirt on.”

At first, I thought she was simply shy, but the way she said it - the slight tremble in her voice and the wariness in her gaze - suggested hesitation and fear.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

She dropped her gaze.

“I…I’m still not used to my stretch marks.”

“Oh, honey,” I said softly, leaning over her. “Look at me.”

Shelby shifted her gaze up to meet my eyes.

“You see this nose? It’s crooked because it’s been broken four times. And this scar?”

I gestured to the scar that ran from my right eyebrow back to my ear.

“That’s from a bar fight when one of my club brothers couldn’t keep his mouth shut and he needed back up.”

I spread my left hand where the first two fingers looked like mismatched puzzle pieces that didn’t fit together correctly.

“And this is from a motorcycle crash. My hand was so mangled that I was lucky the doctor didn’t decide to amputate.”

Shelby’s frown morphed to concern. I took her hand and pressed a kiss into her palm.

“But you,” I continued, “have the marks of someone who has been through the toughest fight of all. You carried that little girl in your belly and you brought her into this world. Hell, I’m just out here doing stupid shit and busting a few heads together. But you created a life, Shelby, and you should be damn proud of the marks you wear to prove it.”

She softened, a pretty pink flush spreading across her chest and up her neck. When I reached for the hem of her tank top, Shelby didn’t object. I pulled it off and she unhooked her bra, letting it drop to the floor. She laid back against the couch, her arms stiffly crossed at her waist as she fought the instinct to cover up. The only scrap of clothing she wore was her mini skirt rucked up around her middle. Otherwise, she was bare for me, her full, heavy tits on display, rose-pink nipples making my mouth water.

I took one breast in my hand, her skin achingly soft, and I closed my mouth over the other. Shelby sighed and interlaced her fingers around the back of my head, holding me in place. I sucked and licked at the stiff bud of her nipple, savoring every hitch of her breath and shift of her body beneath me. My cock throbbed, eager to be buried inside her.

As if reading my thoughts, Shelby grasped my length and guided me to her entrance. I pulled my mouth away to watch her face as I slowly sank into the glorious hot silk of her pussy.

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