Stripped And Put On Display For The Gay Bear: A Rough MM Bear Public Exposure Romance

I told myself the hand on my forearm meant nothing after we collided at the bar. Upton's fingers pressed in, beard thick and eyes steady, and the heat shot straight through me. My nephew's guardianship demanded I stay in control, but all I could think about was him peeling off my shirt in the pulsing dark where anyone might walk by.

He teased me with a look toward the empty stage, and I felt the urge to let him put me on display, thick thighs spread, every rough thrust mirrored back at us. I cracked my knuckles to hide the want, pretending this was just another night, not the risk that could strip me of everything.

How far would I let him take it before the exposure cost me the future I needed?