Page 60 of Biker's Tribute: Property of Bear

She enjoys provoking this type of reaction from me and my confusing glare only causes her to smile.

“Boy, I know you didn’t ask me for 60 seconds of sex,” Keyshawn says in a sultry voice, offering up an explanation for her slap that only hurts more.

“I should punish you for that.”

“But you won’t,” Keyshawn says, pushing against the tops of my thighs with her feet. “Because you know your ass went too far.”

Our eyes meet again. I love her so damn much. I touch her face and we both smile at each other. Our fights keep us together as much as our nights in the velvet playroom. Before I can say anything to her, I hear the faint sound of Tanner’s bike. She wraps her arms around me and teases me further by holding me close with her thighs.

I’m the one who has to pull away this time.

“Tanner’s here.”

Keyshawn touches the front of my belt. My dick jerks forward.

“I don’t hear anything,” she says.

“You will,” I whisper. “Come on.”

“Why do I need to be at this meeting?” Keyshawn asks. I push hair out of her face and give her forehead a soft kiss. She smells delicious. My cheek stings from her slap, but I enjoy any contact from her, even a slap. I want so much more, but waiting will make it better.

“Tamiya alleges that Ethan Shaw has a woman in his custody who might be a relative of yours. Wyatt is extremely paranoid and wants to be sure it’s not a trick because of the shit that went down in Boston.”

“I don’t have that many relatives.”

“They didn’t give me the details. Wyatt’s a paranoid fuck. I’m sure they’re wrong and your cousin isn’t involved in this.”

“She does live in Boston.”

“Lots of people live in Boston, baby.”

Tanner rings the doorbell.

“Do you think he brought Quin?” Keyshawn asks.

I take her hand and lead her off the counter towards the front door. Only one way to find out who tagged along with my brother.

Keyshawn opens the door, and we learn that Tanner only brought Avery. I glance at his bike parked in the driveway with raised eyebrows. Keyshawn makes a valid point about bikes and kids. I can’t imagine Quin let Tanner do this without complaint.

“Where’s Quin and the baby?”

Tanner glares at me, like I’m at fault for something. “Long story.”

“You brought the toddler on the bike?”

Tanner growls as he reaches into his pocket for a Zyn pouch. “If you tell Quin, I’ll chop your dick off.”

The pouch goes right into his lip and hopefully will calm his ass down soon.

“Right. Come on in. Keyshawn… My cousin, Tanner. I think you’ve met once or twice.”

Tanner raises his eyebrows as he looks at Keyshawn.

“Hello, ma’am.”

“Tanner. Good to see you again.”

“Avery, this is Keyshawn. Say hello,” Tanner says, turning red-cheeked at Avery’s fervent response.

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