Page 44 of Biker's Tribute: Property of Bear

"Not much happening in your story."

"Not yet," I whisper, although I don't know why I say it. Etha's eyes flutter open and this time, the way he looks at me freezes me in place. It's not fair. I'm the one getting under his skin. He's not the one getting under mine.

"Maybe she can fix this one," he says. "And that's how it works. Life throws us in front of people we can't fix to get us ready for someone who... desperately needs fixing. And wants it."

"I doubt that," I whisper. "They're both pretty stubborn. And she promised herself a long time ago that she wouldn't try fixing a man again."

"Someone broke her heart," Ethan says. The game is over. We both know exactly who we're talking about, which makes this conversation more vulnerable than any I've had in a while. It's one thing sitting in that therapist's chair and another thing entirely lying side by side with a man who represents all your biggest fears.

"Yes," I reply. "Many someones. So many that she lost count. All she knows is that it's going to happen and it usually happens right after a man gets what he wants."

Ethan chuckles. "Well, that wouldn't happen with me."

How many times have I heard that before?

"You're different," I respond, overemphasizing my sarcastic tone.

"Yes," he says. "I'm careful with my women, which is why I haven't had one in over seven years. It's why I'm thirty-seven with no children. It's why I know if I put my hands on you, I would be downright addicted and I'm okay with it."

I want to blame Ethan for everything, but I don't protest as he rolls his body over mine and pins me beneath the blankets with my arms at my side. He smells good after getting clean and the soap mixes with his natural scent. If he weren't my kidnapper, I would face extreme temptation to push my nose into his neck and just... feel how good it is to have a big sexy man on top of me who wants to be there.

He pushes the wet curls that fell out of my sleep braids away from my forehead and... he kisses me. I shudder and my eyes flutter closed. His kiss sends a thrill through me and if I look at him, I'll have to acknowledge that the man pressing his body on mine is... my kidnapper.

I'm letting my kidnapper kiss me and send thrills of pleasure to parts of me I want to deny.

"You smell good," he whispers. "But I won't fuck you tonight, doctor."

My pussy gets instantly wet when he calls me "doctor". It's not the reaction I expected, but do you know how many men get insecure about my credentials? And this beast of a man calls me doctor like my education is actually... a turn on and not a threat.

It shouldn't be as rare as it is. But I can't touch him. I can't kiss him back. He won't risk rejection. He kisses my forehead again and makes one of those low grunts he made during my story.

"I need..."

He lowers his lips to mine and I part them, urging him to kiss me with what little power I have over my body beneath those covers. My heart pounds against my chest violently as Ethan's lips meet mine. No?! But, yes? I'm confused and nervous, but he pecks at my lips slowly to get me used to the idea before he starts kissing me more aggressively.

His dick immediately whacks against my thigh through his sweatpants, but Ethan doesn't change his motivations. He spreads my lips with his tongue and french kisses me in bed for a long time. I never had a man just enjoy a good kiss like that, and it gets me wet and excited in a way that I've never experienced before.

When he pulls away from me, my throat is tight and my body totally surrendered to my instincts.

All it took was a kiss. I'm scared of what this man could do to me with more than a kiss. Once he moves back from my body a little, I throw the blankets off myself. I don't even know what I'm doing.

Trying to escape? Trying to get closer? It doesn't matter. Ethan peels the blanket away from me and tosses it aside. There's even less fabric between us now and Ethan never reveals his exact intentions with his words.

I’m left to decipher what those kisses mean until he slides another kiss down to my shoulders…

Then my collar bone.

Ethan kisses me all over and doesn’t stop until he gets to the top of those rolled up sweatpants. I’ve never been in a less sexy outfit, but I’ve never felt hotter in my life.

I can’t explain it.

“I want to tongue fuck your pussy so bad,” Ethan groans, losing control over the stern, stiff white boy I spent all day with. I melt into his hands. Unintentionally, of course. He slides his hands around my hips to cup my butt cheeks and even then, I don’t make a sound in protest. I just let him grip and grab my ass with his face inches away from my mound.

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Sixteen

Ethan

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