fucking kiss. One that leaves you without air in your lungs and your thighs pressing together in search of more?” I said, my voice coming out deep and strained. My cock coming alive at the thought of tracing my tongue along her plump lips.
“Why?” she whispered, and as soon as the words left her mouth I knew there would be no coming back from what I was about to do.
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.”
“Tell me and I’ll kiss you again. Maybe it will make you forget, maybe it won’t. Maybe it will help give you back a little bit of that strength.” Bear chuckled, rocking into me with the hardness between his legs that almost had me jumping back until he said, “Or maybe it will just add some more torture to my rock hard cock.”
Before he made it seem as though his erection was just a natural reaction. Now he was making it clear.
He wanted me.
The lightness in his voice, a tone I hadn’t heard him take in the last twenty-four hours helped to loosen the tight cogs around my brain and I reluctantly told him the truth. “I keep them on because I don’t want to see the bruises. I don’t want to be reminded of what he did.” My voice cracked with my admission. I hated the weakness in my voice. “I’m not ready to face it just yet.”
Bear’s nostrils flared, but when he caught me staring at his lips he reached out and grabbed my face, leaning down he pressed another kiss to my lips. This time harder and he was right, he was angry, but he fed the anger into his kiss, into every nip, suck, and dance of his tongue that I lost myself in his lips, in him, and within a few seconds there was nothing around us. No fire, no bay, no ghosts of terrible things.
There was just the two of us and our angry hungry lips.
“More,” Bear said, pulling away, kissing the corner of my mouth where it had just started to scab over. He trailed his lips to my collarbone softly brushing his lips over every inch of skin, leaving a trail of fire in his wake I didn’t even know was possible. He paused. “Tell me more,” he said as I leaned in and he leaned back. I frowned at the lack of contact.
“I was in a room with Chop. You look like him you know,” I started. “Not exactly, but in a way I could tell right away that he was your father.”
“I’ve heard that before,” he muttered. “But let’s get one thing straight. He’s been my old man since I was born, but he’s never ever been a fucking father to me.”
“I can’t imagine he was,” I said.
“Keep talking,” he ordered softly, trailing kisses down my arms and then over the few inches of bare skin between my tank top and shorts. I looked for my thoughts but couldn’t find them with his lips trailing their way toward a part of me that was throbbing with a need that was unlike anything I’d ever felt.
“Room with Chop,” Bear prompted.
“Right. Um… the prospect had already given him the ring. Your ring. He was mad. He threatened me. He…he hit me.” I sucked in a breath remembering when he’d thrown me to the floor. Bear must have felt my tension and hesitation because he stood back up and captured my mouth in another kiss. Each one more mind-numbingly perfect than the last. He opened his mouth to me and his tongue found mine. I couldn’t resist the urge to lightly suck on the tip of his tongue. He moaned into my mouth and the kiss deepened and grew heavier and faster. I tried to mimic his tongue’s movements but there was no rhythm, no pace except frantic need.
Sparks ignited in my very core, making me feel empty. I rubbed my thighs
together, needing to feel something more. Friction. Anything. Just something more.
Bear hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down my thighs. “Wait!” I said, reaching for the elastic.
Bear grabbed my wrist when I tried to yank my shorts back up. “Ti, let me help you,” he said, looking back up to me and in that moment I saw the Bear from the Stop-N-Go seven years ago, the Bear I trusted. I released my grip on my shorts and he pulled them down to my feet and I stepped out of them.
I closed my eyes, waiting for whatever it was he was going to do next, but opened them again when I heard him say. “Stay here.” Bear jogged back to the apartment, appearing less than a minute later with a damp washcloth in one hand. He knelt down in front of me. “I don’t…” I started, but I had no idea what I was going to say.
“I’m not going to fuck you,” Bear said. And when he leaned in and swirled his tongue around my belly button in a move that had me bending my knees involuntarily, literally weakening from his touch. I swore I heard him mutter. “Yet.”
“Keep going,” he prompted again, sliding lower down my stomach, licking and nipping everything on his way, however he avoided my breasts entirely, leaving my shirt completely intact. He slipped his fingers into my underwear and I braced myself for what he was going to find. Most of my injuries were dull throbs, but everything he’d done to me down there throbbed like it was hours ago, not days.
“He bit my nipple. Drew blood. Then he flipped me over onto my stomach,” I said, reliving the way his teeth had felt as they bit down into my flesh over my shirt.
“Did he fuck you?” Bear asked, lifting up his head so he could witness my answer.
“He said he was going to wreck my body, tear me apart and send you back the pieces,” I whispered.
Bear growled and pulled off my panties. “What are you going to…” I started, but stopped when Bear pressed the cool washcloth between my legs.
“Did he touch you here,” Bear said, dragging the washcloth through my folds and across my opening, cleaning me of the dried blood.
Of Chop.
I nodded. “With his finger, he scraped me. Inside. With his nails.” Bear dipped his head between my legs and dragged his tongue across my clit and through my folds, pushing it up into my opening and pulling back out again. I started to shake and for the first time in days it wasn’t because I was going into shock.
Or maybe I was.
Trembling because of one long lick of his hot wet tongue across my core and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could remain standing. The heat from the fire and the heat radiating within me was too much. It was too hot. It was too…oh my god, he did it again.
“Holy fuck,” Bear growled. Leaning in again he asked, “Did he touch you here?” Right against my clit as ran the cloth between my legs again, but this time he nudged my thighs apart and reached further, pushing the cloth between my ass cheeks and I winced at the contact.
Bears eyes shot up to mine.
“Just with his thumb and then he tried to use his… he was going to…but he didn’t get far. There was an explosion and then I was in a car or something with a guy name Gus. But it hurt. It hurt so bad,” I admitted. “It was like he was using a power drill on the base of my spine.” Bear lowered himself, his big hands braced on the inside of my thighs, spreading my legs wider to make room for him. I pushed against him, feeling suddenly ashamed and embarrassed, but he didn’t let me.
“Ti, let me see. Spread your legs for me. Open up and let me see what he did to you. Let me take from you what he did and make it better.” Reluctantly, I opened my knees and Bear sucked in a gasp.
“You’re bruised up. But it’s healing,” Bear said, shocking me when again his tongue took the same trail the cloth had taken, first dipping into my folds. I thought he would stop when he got further but he didn’t, he trailed his tongue between my cheeks and lapped over the sensitive bundle of injured nerves, cleaning me in a way the cloth couldn’t.
“Bear, you don’t have…” I said, trying to pull him up by the hair. He swatted my hand away and pressed a kiss over the tight and damaged bundle of nerves.
Everything inside me clenched and the sensation took me by such surprise that I clamped my thighs around Bear’s head, releasing him when he chuckled into my core. I groaned and then clamped my hand over my mouth.
“Did you tell me everything, Ti?” he asked against my clit before sucking it into his mouth. My hips jumped toward him but he held me firmly in place.
“Yes,” I answered, breathlessly.
Bear stood up suddenly and I fell back into the chair in surprise. “Then we’re done here,” he said, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, his voice raspy and scratchy. He doused the bonfire with water from a red beach bucket and shot me a look of complete disgust before heading across the grass, back toward the garage.
He left me in the dark, alone, half naked, humming in the places his tongue had been, and wondering what the fuck just happened.
He hadn’t healed me at all. He hadn’t made me forget.
No, if anything, he’d just broken me more.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Thia
Mosquitos the size of small birds buzzed around my ears like small vultures circling the air above its intended prey. I don’t know how long I sat out there, but by the time I figured out how to move and trudged back to the garage, Bear wasn’t there.
He didn’t come back that night, or the next morning. It was for the better, anyway. The door knob had been replaced at some point but it wasn’t locked anymore. I wasn’t a prisoner. He wasn’t keeping me there anymore.
He was telling me to leave.
He WANTED me to leave.
He didn’t have to tell me twice.
I hated Bear. And not just because he left me in the dark without a backwards glance but because I didn’t want to hate him. I didn’t want to like him either, but like an idiot I let down my guard and invited myself to be his joke once more.
What happened the night before was never happening again. My life might have been some cruel joke, but I wouldn’t let myself be made into one at his expense.
I took a shower. A real shower without the barrier of my shorts. The soap stung as the water rinsed it down my body and into my crevices, but it didn’t last long and after a minute I was able to wash and dry without feeling like I was suffocating.
I wiped the steam off the mirror, my stomach flipped when I heard the door to the apartment open.
He’d come back.
I hated myself for hoping it was him.
He didn’t deserve my hope.
“Thia?” A female voice called out, slowly opening the bedroom door. “Oh, there you are.” Ray appeared with a bright smile. “I brought you some fresh clothes,” she said, setting another shirt and pair of shorts on the bed.
“Thank you,” I said, moving toward the stack. “I really haven’t had much of a chance to tell you how much I appreciate…”
“Don’t worry about it. Trust me, I know it’s not easy to be the new kid around here,” she said, her voice full of sincerity. “I had someone to help me back then, and now I’m just glad that I’m here to help you.” She looked at the floor and then to the ceiling like she was suddenly trying to fight back tears. “Anyway,” she said, shaking away whatever had crossed her mind, “I was just wondering if you wanted to come up to the house for a bit? Have some lunch? I see that you really haven’t eaten most of the food I’ve been bringing you, so maybe you just need a new setting for a while? A little reset?” I stood there without answering because I didn’t really know what to say. I needed to come up with a plan, not have a lunch date, but I also didn’t want to disappoint her. “Maybe you can help me not strangle the kids?”
Searching my brain for reasons why that wouldn’t be a good idea, her words suddenly registered with me. “Kids?” The girl didn’t look old enough to have one kid never mind kids with an ‘s’ on the end. I’d seen her almost every s
ingle day in one way or another for brief periods of time, but this was the first time I felt like the fog had cleared long enough to actually be able to think about her as more than the bringer of clothes and food.
Ray’s hair was so light blonde it was almost white. It was long too, hanging straight over her shoulders, ending just under her breasts. Her one shoulder was covered with colorful, yet feminine tattoos that turned into a quarter sleeve. While Bear’s tattoos gave him an even harder edge, they seemed to do the opposite for Ray, the light pinks and blues made her look soft. More feminine. She was definitely young, maybe my age or a little older, but had an odd air of maturity about her that made me think that she could be nineteen or she could be thirty. “Get dressed, you’re coming. They love terrorizing newbies,” she said, patting the pile of clothes.