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Authors: Colbie Kay
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Princess. She was favored in her father's Kingdom. All the boys wanted to marry the Princess, but the King wouldn't let them. Every boy feared the King, only the boy that would be allowed to marry the Princess would have to stand up to the King. He would be strong, that way the King knew his Princess would be taken care of and protected. Goodnight Princess. Always remember Daddy loves you."
Now all this shit with the dreams and Bear is getting to me. It scares me. I like to be in control of shit, he takes that control away. My body loves it, but my mind is completely opposed. My mind thinks he’s going to do to me what my mother says my father did to her. I don't want that, but then the dreams are showing me that my father wasn't a bad man. I just don't know what to do or what to believe.
Bear pisses me off because he makes me feel things I shouldn't. I don't want to belong to him and I don't want to have a life with the club. I don't know how Zoey does it. She just takes everything in stride, but I can't do that, I’m not that person. When I choose to be with someone it'll be when I'm ready to settle down, get married, and have a family, and certainly not with the same type of guy my mother told me to stay away from.
He's a fucking biker for Godsake.
He lives in that fucking clubhouse, with a bunch of other bikers and whores.
What kind of life would that be?
My mother's voice comes into my head, “They are not the type to settle down and be with one woman. They don't fall in love and they have no respect for women."
No, I'll be marrying into money. I’ll find me a doctor or lawyer, just like my mother said. Bear fucks with my head so much though. When he’s there, I don't want him to be, and when he's not, I miss him. I miss the feel of him, I miss looking at him, and mostly I miss what he does to my body. God, it's so damn confusing, the way he left me, with a throbbing fire between my legs. He’s never kissed me like that, and it took my breath away. I'm about to close up the clinic for the night when my phone rings. “Hello?”
"Lil Mama." God, his voice! It's so rough, so rugged.
"Hey Bear." I try to sound cool and calm even though I know it came out a little shaky.
"I'm outside."
"What? Why?"
"You’ve got five minutes to get your ass out here and on my bike."
I can't help the smile forming on my face. "Umm... You can't just tell me what to do.”
"Are you trying to fight with me?"
"Maybe." I know he can hear the teasing tone of my voice.
"Make that three minutes. If you’re not out here, I'll come get you and paddle that sexy ass. Got me?"
"Maybe I want you to paddle my ass."
"You’re runnin' outta time."
"Fine." I hang up and hurry to get everything locked up. I get outside and see him just like he was at my apartment. He’s leaning up against his bike, one hand on it with the other holding onto a cigarette. The smoke rolls from his mouth. "You know those things are addictive. You should quit!” I yell out to him as I walk.
"Seems to me they're not the only thing that's addictive, but I'm not quittin' those either anytime soon." He gives me that sexy smile of his and it makes me grin.
I continue checking him out on my way over. Bear has on his usual black leather boots, dark but worn jeans, and a white beater with his cut. He’s perfection to look at, tall and muscled like nothing I've ever seen, dark hair I like running my fingers through, and bearded. God, just thinking about having him between my legs has me getting turned on. I remember his facial hair rubbing against my inner thighs and I'm feeling a fire build within me, a dull ache forming. I get to him and I see the smile still on his face, right along with mine. He holds out a helmet for me and I put it on, then climb on the back of his bike.
We ride for about forty-five minutes until we are back in the city and he takes us to a little diner called Ma and Pop's Place, where he parks the bike. We both dismount, and I take the
Now all this shit with the dreams and Bear is getting to me. It scares me. I like to be in control of shit, he takes that control away. My body loves it, but my mind is completely opposed. My mind thinks he’s going to do to me what my mother says my father did to her. I don't want that, but then the dreams are showing me that my father wasn't a bad man. I just don't know what to do or what to believe.
Bear pisses me off because he makes me feel things I shouldn't. I don't want to belong to him and I don't want to have a life with the club. I don't know how Zoey does it. She just takes everything in stride, but I can't do that, I’m not that person. When I choose to be with someone it'll be when I'm ready to settle down, get married, and have a family, and certainly not with the same type of guy my mother told me to stay away from.
He's a fucking biker for Godsake.
He lives in that fucking clubhouse, with a bunch of other bikers and whores.
What kind of life would that be?
My mother's voice comes into my head, “They are not the type to settle down and be with one woman. They don't fall in love and they have no respect for women."
No, I'll be marrying into money. I’ll find me a doctor or lawyer, just like my mother said. Bear fucks with my head so much though. When he’s there, I don't want him to be, and when he's not, I miss him. I miss the feel of him, I miss looking at him, and mostly I miss what he does to my body. God, it's so damn confusing, the way he left me, with a throbbing fire between my legs. He’s never kissed me like that, and it took my breath away. I'm about to close up the clinic for the night when my phone rings. “Hello?”
"Lil Mama." God, his voice! It's so rough, so rugged.
"Hey Bear." I try to sound cool and calm even though I know it came out a little shaky.
"I'm outside."
"What? Why?"
"You’ve got five minutes to get your ass out here and on my bike."
I can't help the smile forming on my face. "Umm... You can't just tell me what to do.”
"Are you trying to fight with me?"
"Maybe." I know he can hear the teasing tone of my voice.
"Make that three minutes. If you’re not out here, I'll come get you and paddle that sexy ass. Got me?"
"Maybe I want you to paddle my ass."
"You’re runnin' outta time."
"Fine." I hang up and hurry to get everything locked up. I get outside and see him just like he was at my apartment. He’s leaning up against his bike, one hand on it with the other holding onto a cigarette. The smoke rolls from his mouth. "You know those things are addictive. You should quit!” I yell out to him as I walk.
"Seems to me they're not the only thing that's addictive, but I'm not quittin' those either anytime soon." He gives me that sexy smile of his and it makes me grin.
I continue checking him out on my way over. Bear has on his usual black leather boots, dark but worn jeans, and a white beater with his cut. He’s perfection to look at, tall and muscled like nothing I've ever seen, dark hair I like running my fingers through, and bearded. God, just thinking about having him between my legs has me getting turned on. I remember his facial hair rubbing against my inner thighs and I'm feeling a fire build within me, a dull ache forming. I get to him and I see the smile still on his face, right along with mine. He holds out a helmet for me and I put it on, then climb on the back of his bike.
We ride for about forty-five minutes until we are back in the city and he takes us to a little diner called Ma and Pop's Place, where he parks the bike. We both dismount, and I take the
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