Page 11 of Bear Necessities
“I’m with you.”
He steals a glance at me after rounding a sharp turn and shoots me a smile.
“That, I’m grateful for.”
My heart flutters in my chest while I look out at the view.
* * *
An hour from home, as the sun sets, dark clouds suddenly cover the pretty pinks and purples in the sky.Both of our phones buzz loudly.
“Kidnapping?”Bernie asks with concern.
“No, flash flood.”
When I say this, he slows down.Ahead of us, we can see a sheet of rain pouring down from the darkened sky and red tail lights popping up all over.
“I’m taking this exit,” he says with determination, making a sharp turn off the freeway.
Rain comes down hard as we pull onto the side street.Through the wet blur, I see a vacancy sign flashing at the stoplight.
“Should we duck in there?”I say, pointing.
A car in front of us loses control, spinning out onto the side of the road and just misses a telephone pole.The driver gets out, already on his phone.
“Uh, yeah.”Bernie says, coasting down the flooded street and into the motel's parking lot.
He slides into an empty parking space.The two of us bolt out of the truck and into the lobby.
“Wow!It’s really coming down!”the motel clerk says as a greeting.
“We’d like a couple of rooms to dry off in,” Bernie says, opening his damp wallet.
“No problem, sir, although we just have the one left.Is that OK?”
Bernie looks over at me, his gray hair plastered on his forehead, and I give him the okay.
“There’s a pizza place across the street, although they closed the last time we had a flash flood.We also have vending machines next to room 2.”
Bernie and I scurry to our room under the useless motel awnings.We burst into the room and both breakout into giggles.
“Did Doris create this storm?”I wonder out loud.
“I didn't even think of that!”
Peeling off my soaking wet sweater, I kick off my shoes.Bernie does the same and we turn, staring at each other, both wearing drenched t-shirts that are clinging to our bodies.He clears his throat, heat coming from his brown eyes.
“She did seem to know what would happen in Dark Wings Manor.”
“Yeah,” I say, barely audible.
My wet bangs fall into my eyes, and he reaches over to brush them aside.I step closer to him and he allows his fingers to explore my hair.His hand moves down to the back of my neck, massaging it, while our eyes are locked on one another.
I step back and peel off my wet shirt.Bernie’s eyes immediately go to my damp bra, plastered over my breasts.I watch his face as I unhook the back and let my tits fall out.My nipples harden from the cool air, but soon his tongue is warming them as he bends forward, gripping my hips.
Grabbing his shirt, I help him take it off.We stand there, staring at each other’s naked chests.He gives me a wicked grin and I peel off my leggings, walking backwards to the bed.I crawl under the covers as he tears off his jeans.
Well, attempts to, since they are soaking wet.He sits down laughing while he works them down his legs, looking at me with desperation.