I pushed off the fire pit and pulled her up off the chair, pressing her tits into my chest and my straining cock against her stomach. I tipped her chin up and looked into her confused emerald greens. She followed my thumb with her eyes as I traced her bottom lip. There were too many lines marring her face, questioning what it was I was up to. I knew she would try to pull away at any second, try to stop me. But it was too late for that.
I was beyond stopping.
Just one taste.
“Answer the question,” I pressed.
“No,” she said with a slight shake of her head, and before she could try to argue, I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers.
I was already going to hell.
Might as well enjoy the ride there.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Thia
Bear is kissing me.
Out of pure shock I pushed against his granite chest, severing our connection. It felt cold where his lips had just been, yet warm and tingly between my thighs.
A real kiss.
“I don’t need your pity,” I said, touching my lips as if I needed to make sure what just happened was real.
Bear leaned in again, this time running his nose across my jaw. I closed my eyes and his words vibrated behind my ear, straight to a place deep inside me that tingled to life. “This may still be the worst time of your life, Ti. But when you remember all the shit that went down you can remember your first kiss too, and maybe it will take some of the sting you’ll feel away. Let me do that for you. Let me help you.” Bear cupped my face in his hands and again pressed his lips against mine. He grabbed my wrists and wound them around his neck before snaking his arms around my waist, his fingers biting into my hips.
Everything about the kiss was soft. Gentle. Nothing like I’d ever thought kissing Bear would be like. The feel of his beard against my face made me want to reach out and pull it. It was softer than I thought it would be.
HE was softer than I thought he would be.
He opened his mouth to me, just slightly, just enough to gently suck my lower lip into his mouth and his tongue across the seam. I let out an involuntary soft moan, immediately embarrassed by the noise. Bear pulled back and ran his hand over his beard. “Sorry I didn’t mean to…” I started but then I realized that he’d done it. The entire time he’d been kissing me, even though it was just a few seconds, I hadn’t thought about the MC or my parents.
It was thirty seconds of bliss.
I wanted more.
“If you keep making noises like that, Ti,” Bear groaned, his chest rising and falling rapidly. I sucked my bottom lip into my own mouth, tasting where Bear’s tongue had just been. “I can’t promise that this is just going to stop at a kiss.”
“You said if I told you what happened at the MC, then you could make me forget,” I reminded him. “I want to take you up on that,” I said, knowing what I wanted but unsure if Bear would be willing to give it to me.
“No blow, Thia. I already told you…”
“No.” I interrupted him. “Make me forget, just like this,” I said. Growing bold I reached out and touched his lips with my fingers. Bear groaned and surprised me when he sucked my fingertips into his mouth. My nipples hardened as if they’d been touched by a cold breeze. Bear pulled me flush against his hard body and groaned, the deep vibration resonating with parts of my body I didn’t know could feel things. “I don’t want drugs. I want you to be my drug. Make me forget, Bear. Please.” I begged. “Take it all away.”
Bear looked down and for a minute I was sure that he was about to tell me that he regretted kissing me and couldn’t do what I was asking him. He was a biker. What they did wasn’t a secret around the county. I know he was used to experienced women, club whores. Why would he want to kiss me? “Tell me why you are still wearing these and I’ll kiss you again,” he said, tugging at the waistband of my shorts.
“I don’t know how you are going to react. Everything seems to make you mad,” I said honestly.
“I can’t promise you I won’t be angry, but I can promise you that I won’t be angry at you,” Bear said. “You understand that, Ti?” He searched my eyes. “None of this is your fucking fault. You get that?”
I nodded. “I’m afraid,” I admitted. I hate being afraid. Growing up I was the fearless one. The one who took care of everyone else. “It’s like saying the words out loud is me acknowledging that this nightmare is real, and I don’t want it to be real. I don’t want any of it. And the worst part is that I feel so weak and this isn’t me. I’m not a weak girl. I’ve always been the strong one.”