Page 34 of Tyson (Ariel Kimber 4.50)

I came up off my elbows to wrap my arms around her. One hand moved to her lower back just above the waistline to her pants, I slid my hand inside her hoodie and whatever shirt she had on underneath and pressed my palm flat against her heated bare skin. The other hand went to the back of her neck where it slid up and I tangled my fingers into her hair at the back of her head.

I used my hand in her hair to angle her head slightly to the side so I could deepen the kiss. She moaned sweetly into my mouth and the noise coupled with her tits pressed up against my chest sent a burning wave of heat and raw lust straight down to my dick.

Her arms around my neck loosened so she could get her hands into my long hair at the back of my neck. Her fingers tangled in my long hair much the same as I had my fingers tangled in hers.

She tore her lips from mine suddenly, breaking the kiss but not going far from me. Her mouth just inches from mine, she sucked in a lung full of air deeply that caused her chest to expand and I groaned as her breasts moved against my chest.

"Ariel," I said huskily, knowing I needed to stop this soon before things got too heated and became out of control. I didn't think she was ready for things to go much further than kissing and I didn't want to push her or do anything that might make her uncomfortable. We had the rest of our lives together to get to know each other in a deeper manner and there were six other guys besides myself she had a relationship with. I didn't want to be the one to overwhelm her or the cause of her withdrawing.

In a bold move that caught me entirely off guard because I hadn't thought her capable of it, she swung one of her knees over my legs to press it into the mattress on the outside of my thigh and she climbed into my lap.

My hand in her hair immediately loosened as her heat came into contact with the hardness that was my dick and I dropped my hands to her hips. I pushed her hips back slightly, moving the lower half of her body away from my dick before I gave into the urge to hold on tight and rub the fucker up against her.

"Ty," she said hesitantly as she gave a tug on my hair, jerking my head up and my eyes moved away from my hands on her hips to meet her vibrant green eyes. "Did I do something wrong? I thought you liked it."

My head twitched and that wasn't the only thing. Couldn't she tell just how much I liked it? Maybe I had moved her back in enough time before she fully grasped exactly what was going on in my pants.

"I liked it," I told her honestly and I really wished I hadn't had to say it out loud. I wasn't embarrassed but I didn't want to say or do the wrong thing to embarrass her.

She tilted her head to the side and studied me curiously. "Then, why are we stopping?" She asked. "Why are you pushing me away?"

All this talking and her having moved her tits off of my chest had served to cool my system down and, though my dick was still hard, I no longer felt like I was out of control and might do something I shouldn't have.

"I need to be careful with you," I told her authoritatively.

She pursed her lips angrily before asking, "Who says so?"

"Ariel," I started but didn't get any further.

"I don't want you to be careful with me, Tyson." She whispered fiercely. "I want all of you to forget about how you met me, to forget about the things you saw that pretender woman do to me or the things you know that I've gone through so you can treat me like a normal girlfriend and not someone you think you have to treat like a fragile, useless thing."

I frowned at her.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked her.

"Everybody treats me like I'm special and not the good kind of special but the kind that needs to be treated with kid gloves all the time because there's something wrong with me. Well, I'm ready to be done with all that because I'm way over it. I don't treat any of you differently because you're a little broken or weird or whatever. I treat you all the same and I don't let your pasts get in the way of that. I want a clean slate, too."

She looked so damn serious with her lips pursed angrily and her body held rigid. She was pissed and there'd be no getting out of having this conversation with her, no matter how hard I tried. I didn't want to talk to her about any of this because she was right, we did treat her with kid gloves all the time and I honestly didn't see the gloves coming off any time soon. Except for maybe with the twins. They were over slow and cautious and ready to go, saying she was more than comfortable with us and that they thought we were too careful with her. I even agreed with them sometimes but I wasn't willing to be the one to test the waters and have it backfire on my ass.

"I don't think we should be having this conversation right now, girl." I told her something I really wanted her to agree with me on and let it alone.

I should have known not to get my damn hopes up. She was far too stubborn for her own good and definitely for mine, that's for damn sure.

"When do you think the right time will be to have this conversation then, Tyson?" She asked sarcastically. "Never, maybe?"

Never worked just fine for me if that's what she wanted. I kept my mouth shut because I didn't think it wise to share that with her.

"Or," she hissed out, "maybe you'd like to wait and we can talk about in, oh I don't know, say, twenty-five years from now. Get serious, Tyson."

Oh shit. This was not going well at all and it was safe to say my dick wasn't hard anymore. At least there was that.

She put her hands on my chest and gave me a shove before sitting back and swinging her leg over me and climbing out of my lap.

Yeah, this was not good, not at all.

God damn it. I did not want to do this with her.

I laid back on the bed and rubbed my hands over my tired eyes. It was like she had come here looking for a fight with me and wasn't going to stop until she got what she wanted out of me.

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