Page 63 of Biker's Tribute: Property of Bear

She’s wrong about being the boss.I’mthe boss around here. Always was…

“Keyshawn, baby… wait up.”

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Twenty-Two

Ethan

Yancey.

The bikers broke into the office for Amanda Yancey. That seems to be the most likely scenario here. Wyatt explained his plan once he received “confirmation of his suspicions” and now, I have confirmation of his suspicions and not a single clue what to do next. The only bright side here is that I’ve been ten days clean from gambling, and four days closer to getting in Amanda’s pants.

But the news hasn’t cheered her up at all. I can understand that. She’s a decent woman. She went to college long enough to get a whole ass PhD. She used to have clients and a savings account and all those other signifiers of a successful middle class life. I stripped all that away from her and I keep piling on the bad news.

Wyatt discovered her connection to Keyshawn, but Deacon won’t allow his wife to leave Oklahoma for another few weeks, leaving Amanda with no answers about her cousin’s well-being or how she got tied to the same criminal biker gang responsible for destroying her life.

Not that she’s ever outright accused me of destroying her life, but it’s not hard to guess what she thinks of me. Even eagerly thrusting my tongue between her legs each night does little to quiet Amanda’s fears. She takes longer to fall asleep and she doesn’t push me away like she used to, as if she needs the comfort.

Wyatt doesn’t believe that she has no clue why anyone would want her dead. Given her response to the news, it’s hard to deny her visible distress at the continued unraveling.

In four days, I’ll take her back to Boston and even that doesn’t boost Amanda’s mood.

My success avoiding poker tables, slot machines and sports betting apps does absolutely nothing to change her.

Tonight, I have a plan to get her excited. I turn off the television as I walk into the living room. Amanda looks over her shoulder and glares at me.

“I was watching my stories.”

“Grey’s Anatomy is weird.”

“What do you want, Ethan?” she says. “We’re like… two hours away from dinner.”

“We should talk about Boston.”

She rolls her eyes. “We’re going back, I get it. Now that they plan on killing me and not you, it’s fair game.”

“You know that’s not at all accurate.”

I sit on the couch next to Amanda, who looks over her shoulder at me with a disapproving grimace.

“Can I contact Mallory when I get back?”

I sigh. “I’ll allow you to contact whoever you wish. And you can work. All I ask is that you return home every night to me… and keep your location turned on your phone.”

Amanda perks up. “Are you serious? I can work.”

“I can’t keep you caged up. It just… wouldn’t work.”

Amanda grins and touches my cheek, forcing me to lock my gaze into hers. I don’t want us to break away from this moment, but sitting so close to her on the couch in a celebratory mood puts me at risk of doing something… foolish. I touch her hand, fully intent on drawing it away from my face.

Instead, Amanda leans in and plants a kiss on my lips. It’s a soft, unassuming peck on the lips at first. But her kissing gets more aggressive and she spreads my lips apart with her tongue, doing more. Kissing me harder. Making it impossible to pull away from her. My dick gets hard instantly, and I wonder if she’s just rewarding me for temporarily getting her way, or if there’s anything genuine in those kisses.

Amanda’s fingers sink into my thick, black beard as she grasps for my jawline, and I realize that I don’t care as long as I can keep kissing her. She smells delicious and I need her closer. I shove the real estate leaflets I was looking at for an apartment off my lap and while continuing to kiss Amanda, I fumble for a good grasp on her hips.

Her t-shirt rides up, exposing her warm skin to my grasp as I clutch those hips and slide Amanda onto my lap. Her thighs spread around my legs and my dick gets so impossibly hard that I can’t control my lust for her.

Amanda scrambles into a better position and then she moves her hips in a teasing swivel, sitting on top of my lap and making me feel all sorts of things. I would burn the world down for her. I would kill every man in Boston. I crave her lips. Her pussy…

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