Soulless (Lawless #2)(40)

Hard.

A guttural roar tore from his throat as he spilled himself inside me. I’d never heard anything so beautiful.

His warmth spread inside me and I moaned because nothing felt better than how it felt to be fully consumed by the man inside me.

On top of me.

In my heart.

By Bear.

He fell onto my chest, and with his lips against my skin, before his orgasm had fully subsided, his cock still twitching with his release, he whispered two words that stopped my heart, “Marry me.”

I paused, unsure if he was serious. My stomach knotted with nerves. My pulse still pounding from the mind-blowing orgasm was now beating so hard, I was a few seconds away from a stroke. “Is that the after sex high talking?” I asked with a small laugh.

Bear looked at me, holding my face in his hands. When I tried to turn away from the power of his unrelenting glare, he didn’t let me. “Ti, I f*cking love you,” Bear said, dipping his head, kissing me long and hard. When he pulled back and saw that I was still confused, he asked, “Do I f*cking look like I’m joking?”

No. No he didn’t.

Holy shit.

Bear buried his face in my neck and inhaled, breathing me in. I could never get enough of knowing he wanted me as much as I wanted him. “Seriously though,” I started, needing to clarify something that had been nagging me over the last twenty-four hours. “I know you want your club. And if not the Bastards, then a new club. A better one. You don’t have to give that up for me. I need you to know that.”

Bear lifted his head and narrowed his eyebrows, a worried expression crossing over his beautiful face. He ran his thumb over my lips, still swollen from our kisses. “So what does that mean?” he asked, and I knew he was wondering where I was going with all this.

“I don’t know,” I said, taking a moment to pause for dramatic effect. “You really think I’m old lady material?” I joked, jabbing my fingers into his ribs.

Bear laughed and it sent a wave of tingles over my skin. I made a note to myself to make him laugh more. He grabbed hold of my wrists and held my arms down above my head. “Babe, we just f*cked, the best f*ck of my entire life, with a dead body less than three feet away, if that doesn’t make you old lady material, I don’t know what the f*ck does.”

It was my turn to laugh.

“So say you’ll marry me already and stop f*cking stalling,” Bear said, looking down to me with a big boyish grin on his face.

“Yes,” I said, because there was no other answer. There never was.

Just yes.

Just Bear.

Just me.

Just Forever.

In that rickety old farmhouse, in my parents’ old bedroom, with my father’s dried blood staining the floor and an open-eyed corpse looking on, Bear had proposed.

I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

’Cause life is just f*cked up like that.

I realized that all my past worrying had been pointless, because not only did I fit into Bear’s world.

He kissed my temple and dragged me against his chest.

I WAS his world.





CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE




Bear


“How come I’m not dead?” Thia asked, lifting her sleepy head from my chest.

“’Cause you’re not f*cking supposed to be,” I said with more bite than necessary. My girl was very much alive, in my arms, and full of my cum. Which was exactly where she was supposed to be.

When I came into the room and saw Ti’s lifeless body on the floor, it was like a switch turned on in my mind. A kill switch. I thought she was dead but I wasn’t going to tell her that. It wasn’t until I saw her peek out from behind the bed when I felt as if I could breath again.

The second I knew she was alive, I knew that after I put Tretch down that I was going to f*ck her. It was a messed up part of me that needed a reminder that we were both alive.

I meant it when I’d told her it was the best f*ck of my life. I’d came harder and longer than I ever had before, and from the way Ti was moving underneath me when she came, the way she tightened around me, I’m pretty sure she didn’t have any complaints either.

“You know what I mean,” she said, elbowing me in the ribs. Besides the body on the floor, you would have thought we were any other normal couple, laying in bed recovering from intense orgasms.

But we weren’t normal.

I f*cking loved that about us.

“Pancakes,” I told her, watching with amusement as her face scrunch up in confusion like I knew it would.

“Huh?”

“It seems that your non-dog decided to act like the coyote he is. He tore that massive hole Tretch’s arm before I’d even got here.”

“My Pancakes?” she asked. I knew she was having a hard time imagining the coyote she thought was a dog, who licked toes and liked to watch us f*ck was capable of that kind of violence, but it was true.

That coyote was the perfect dog for us.

“Yes, your Pancakes. Unless you know of some other non-dog coyote named Pancakes, hell bent on defending you.” I laughed. “Also, I need to warn you not to freak out when you go into the other room, ’cause our non-dog has blood all over his face and fur, and right now he looks a lot less like a regular dog or a coyote, and more like motherf*cking Kujo.”