Page 49 of Biker's Tribute: Property of Bear

Yes... I could use some real food. We're not in a city and Ethan doesn't seem afraid of the cops or of anyone recognizing him. Shit, with his size, I doubt there's much he's afraid of at all.

After scoping out the motel room and ‘securing the perimeter’, Ethan uses his phone like a modern man for once and not like a mobster placing sketchy phone calls.

"Can you handle another two miles on the bike?" he asks. "I'd rather take you somewhere with five stars for our first date."

"First date?"

"Our first anti-gambling date."

He thinks he's so damn funny.

"We aren't dating, Ethan."

"You let guys you aren't dating put their index finger up your ass?"

"I didn't let you do that. You just did it."

"You didn't stop me."'

"How would I have stopped you?"

"Please, Ethan...finger fuck my ass," he says in a mocking voice. "That's what you said to me."

"You're an asshole."

"Yeah," he says, grinning. "And you're a brat. If you weren't my therapist, I'd date you."

"I would never date you."

My heart is beating fast as hell though. I never dated a man who brought those feelings out of me, yet here I am with Ethan.

"Yet, here we are," he says. "Going out on a date, unless you'd rather starve."

"We would both have to starve," I respond. "Because if you leave me behind, I would escape."

"If I got hungry, I'd lick your pussy clean until I wasn't anymore."

I scowl at Ethan and he laughs like he won this round of banter between us. Being so disgusting that he stuns me into silence isn't the same as winning.

"I'm ordering the most expensive steak on the menu. I hope you have money for that."

"I have all the money I need to look after a brat like you," he teases.

I roll my eyes. Brat. It's a little cuter than 'doc'. But I don't know if I should be letting this man get cute with me. I don’t want to indulge in the strange feelings of chemistry popping up between the two of us, because there is nothing romantic here in the long term. And no, I’m not in denial.

I’m not. The weird chemistry is just… a bubbling up of hormones. Nothing more.

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Eighteen

Southpaw

Anna thinks I’m crazy, but I’m not. I know my brothers are hiding something and there’s only one way I can find out.

“Wyatt, are you even listening to me?” Anna interrupts my train of thought. I was listening to her. But in the way where my inner voice happened to be louder.

“Of course, babe,” I answer, pulling her in close for another kiss. I’m lucky she offered to hang out in the garage with me tonight while I work on the bike. Although, I know she took secret pictures of me shirtless for her horny stash that she uses while pregnant.

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