Page 59 of Biker's Tribute: Property of Bear

“Fine,” he says. “So does she stay while we talk about Boston, or are you going to lock her in the basement like your last girlfriend?”

“He’s joking,” Ethan says quickly.

Wyatt laughs, but his brother doesn’t find him funny. Maybe because Ethan knows it’s very believable that he would be the type of crazy man to lock a woman in a basement.

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Twenty-One

Deacon

Tanner’s ETA is in five minutes. This gives me five more minutes to make out with my wife on the kitchen counter. I brutally reddened Keyshawn’s ass last night and ever since that, I’ve been obsessed with observing the bruises. She allows me to photograph them now and save printed out pictures of my best work. I love watching the way her skin bruises…

I grab my wife’s hips and hike her skirts up so she can wrap her legs around me. Keyshawn’s fingers slide through my beard as she drags me closer to her and my dick throbs painfully against my pants. We’re running out of time. She smells delicious and she’s soft all over. Making love to her only gets better with time as I learn how to bend her body to my will.

She whimpers as my fingers sink into her hips. I pull Keyshawn’s spread legs around me, enjoying the heat emanating from her crotch as our bodies lean together.

“I want to fuck you so bad…” I whisper, bending my head to her neck as she shivers from my red beard grazing her dark brown skin. Her neck cranes to allow me a kiss, even if she audibly protests.

“Deacon… your cousin…” Keyshawn’s voice emerges barely above a whisper as her hands rush to grip the top of the counter so she can stop herself from emitting an unwilling moan prompted by my tongue.

“We have time,” I grunt selfishly as I press my hard dick into her crotch, loathing the fabric between us. My grip on her thighs solidifies. She couldn’t escape if she wanted to, even if she wriggles and throws herself off the counter. I can just throw her over my shoulder and drag her to the bedroom.

Keyshawn’s palm plants firmly against my chest, so she can feel my heart and how fast she causes it to beat.

“Four minutes is not enough time…” she protests as her pretty fingers sink into my shirt. Her hand looks so good with a wedding ring on it. I love watching her hand move gracefully with that ring.

“If I try…” I murmur. “It’s plenty of time…”

She’s right, it’s not enough time. But my dick has total control over my choices.

“You keep your damn pants on,” she whispers, but she kisses my neck and sends blood straight to my dick. This woman is evil. Pure evil. I growl and our lips meet again. I feel like I’m begging her with my kisses, but I can feel Keyshawn’s energy and that she won’t relent.

“I need you,” I whisper. “Please…”

“I’m not giving you three minutes of sex,” she says, running her hands along the front of my pants, teasing my dick through the fabric. We’re running out of time for me to convince her. Tanner must be close.

“We have childcare…”

Damara, Tamiya’s sister, started a daycare in the town closest to our house. She’s finally getting on her feet from the incident with Gideon. I stay out of their family business, but he almost killed her or something like that and Ryder ended up doing time for the murder…

You would have to ask a member of the Blackwood family. Either way, I have someone club affiliated looking after our little one and we have new recruits guarding the spot, since Ruger’s little one needs daycare once in a while too. It’s a nice arrangement, and Zebulon Blackwood heads up security during the day while working for my casino at night.

He really put some peace between Seneca and Moses, although Seneca’s pregnancy might have helped that along. She still won’t tell me who the lucky dad might be, but it’s none of my business.

My business will be showing up here in three minutes.Tanner.Along with his secret message from Wyatt. Southpaw might be a good leader, but his need for secrecy frustrates me. I prefer being the man with all the secrets.

“You’re such a tease,” I whisper, trying to get my dick and brain back to normal from Keyshawn’s kissing and touching.

“My ass hurts,” she whispers. “You deserve a little pain.”

Her words cause my dick to throb painfully again. Our last session provoked me to lose more control than I meant to. She needed a deep cleanse in the tub before she could walk. Or sit. I came so hard inside her that I nearly lost consciousness.

“I’ll make it up to you. We can take John Henry out to Sedona…” I whisper. “But I need at least sixty seconds.”

Keyshawn’s hand cracks against my face with as much force as she can muster.

“OW!” I groan as her slap rattles my jawline. Did this woman just slap me? I grab her hand, squeezing her fingers and wrist as Keyshawn meets my gaze furiously. No backing down from this woman, even if she just crossed a line by hitting me.

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