Beast, page 10
Beast has made me feel so many emotions in the few days I’ve known him, but the most constant has been the overwhelming sense of safety. Even when he’s thrown his temper around, I’ve not felt worried that he’d hurt me.
We both walk like zombies through the house, not stopping for anything on the way to our rooms and when we reach our doors, I expect him to hand me my bag and then go his own direction. But he doesn’t.
He stands at my door like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders, and I have no idea how to respond to that. I’m a fixer and it actually hurts me to see someone like this, but I know he isn’t the type of person who would like to be fixed. “Thank you, and I really am truly sorry for everything that happened tonight.”
He steps toward me, pushing me until my back is flush with the closed door and causing me to drop my bag next to our feet. Our eyes connect and everything else fades away while I wait for him to make a move. “You make me crazy,” he whispers an inch from my face.
“You’re giving me whiplash. I don’t know what you want from me.” I tell him the truth because honestly, one minute he’s looking at me like this and the next he needs to be somewhere else.
“I might be the one with whiplash.” He smirks and I bust out laughing.
“Oh my god, don’t joke about this. I don’t even know what happened. You came out of nowhere.”
“I was parked on the side of the road… waiting for you to pass.” He leans his forehead on mine, pressing me into the door even more with the lower half of his body.
“Why were you waiting for me to pass?” I move my hands up his sides and around his back to get even closer.
“I was going to follow you and make you come here.”
“Make me, huh?”
“That was my plan.” He leans in to kiss me before I can say anything else. Before I can give him my entire spiel about him not being able to make me do anything I don’t want to do. And before I can tell lies and pretend that I don’t want to be here with him.
In one swift move, he grabs my ass and lifts me until my legs instinctively wrap around his waist and my arms around his neck. My body reacts to him like it has never before with anyone else. I want to let him carry me. I want to let him do whatever he wants, and I’ll blindly follow him. The reality of how dangerous the power he holds over me isn’t lost. I know it’s risky, but right now I don’t care about anything except kissing this man and feeling his skin against mine.
I want to experience him breaking through his own walls and see what this connection between us will bring to the table.
He walks effortlessly through his bedroom with my ass in the palms of his hands, never pulling away from our kiss until he’s setting me on the bathroom counter off of his bedroom. “I need a shower.” He takes a few steps back and reaches for the button on his jeans, and I couldn’t look away if I wanted to.
The sultry look in his eyes says everything I want him to. He’s not a man of many literal words, but I’m not having any trouble reading him right now. He wants me… just as much as I want him.
He slides the zipper down on his jeans and drops them to his ankles while he’s kicking his boots off one at a time, never taking his eyes from mine. He turns toward the shower before dropping his underwear, and I feel slightly cheated out of my full strip tease.
“You forgot your underwear.”
“Did I? From my angle, it looks like I’m way ahead of you.” He teases while the steam begins to fog up the room.
I answer the only way one should in this situation… by sliding off the counter and stripping off my clothes one piece at a time. I purposely torment him by turning around when I take off my hoodie, as if he hasn’t already had his hands and mouth all over my body.
I catch his reflection in the mirror and smile knowing my attempt is wasted with his view of me from multiple angles. He makes the room feel heavy with his stare, but I manage to lock eyes with him and continue. When I bend to slide my jeans down my legs, he doesn’t know whether to watch my eyes through the mirror or the straight view of my ass.
We’re both now standing in just our underwear looking at each other through the mirror. It’s a strange connection to have and one that could easily have me shying away from his direct stare, but I refuse to go backwards in progress with this man.
When I don’t move from my spot, he steps forward and wraps his arms around me from behind. He pulls me into place against his chest and we both remain locked in on each other’s face through the mirror. His tattooed arms cover my chest, and he’s leaning his head against mine as if he’s about to whisper in my ear. We look hot together. So, so hot.
I want nothing more than to put my hands all over this man’s body and the best way to do that is in the shower with soap. He follows me toward the shower after I take his hands in mine, and walk backwards to the shower. His eyes move to my chest now that we’re facing each other, and I notice how dark his eyes shift. I love witnessing what I do to him, because lord knows he has me all messed up, and it’s nice to see it goes both ways… even if he tries to hide it half the time.
I pour body wash on his chest, but it quickly falls to our feet without me even having a chance to catch it. I can’t help but laugh at my ridiculous attempt at being a sexual tease, but my smile is quickly replaced with heat once he takes over. He drenches his free hand and both of mine with liquid soap before he spreads his across my chest and drops the bottle to the floor. His large hands move over my body, skimming over my skin and reminding me how good it feels to be with him.
His muscles move under my touch and the soap adds a smoothness that has me dying to touch him all over. I move to step around to his back, but he stops me with a hand slightly gripping my neck. He slowly pushes me back until I’m against the wall and then leans in to kiss me. I can’t tell if he’s trying to distract me from my own exploration or what… but it’s working.
He’s an amazing kisser; we established that a long time ago, but this kiss blows all the others away. I can feel his dick twitching between us, so I wrap my soapy hands around it and stroke him.
“Yes, baby.” I let baby go to my head and slide my hands around his hips and over his ass while he continues to kiss me like his life depends on it.
I break his kiss because I want this to be more than sex… “I want to see you.” He shakes his head just slightly and opens his mouth to say something, but I hold my index finger to his lips to stop him.
He takes a deep breath and spreads his palms out on the shower wall while I step around him and allow my hands to take in every single scar, muscle and tattoo he has. There are so many of each and I have no idea which I should focus on first because they each demand attention.
I instinctively lean in to kiss a few of his scars while I let my hands explore the muscles of his ripped stomach as well just to give him a little break from touching his back. I have so many questions… but I don’t dare ask anything that could ruin this moment. It means so much to me that he’s allowing himself to be this vulnerable with me. I know I have to protect that.
Chapter Seventeen
Beast
I haven’t let anyone close enough to really look at my scars like this. I mean, I’m not afraid to take off my shirt because I really don’t care what anyone thinks… but this is different. Although her close proximity has me near the edge, I’m working through the overwhelming urge to bolt like I normally would. I’m forcing myself to let her keep the control and not giving in to the temptation of changing our positions. It’s what I’ve done for years to protect my secrets.
There’s no hiding the visible scars from this one and for whatever reason, I’m not losing my shit with her in my space. She’s the only person brave enough to ask the questions no one else would dare. She’s also the only one I’d respond to.
This time her gentle kisses along my back don’t go straight to my dick like most everything else she does. These kisses are much deeper. I can feel them to the bone and I’m not sure how to take it.
We’ve gone through so much in the past few days and I guess it’s my connection with her that makes me want to give her this. She has no clue how big this is for me, and I’ll do what I can to keep my reservations to myself.
With a deep breath, I lean my hands against the shower wall and try to focus on the hot water trickling down my body, but her soft touch makes it impossible to ignore how my body reacts to her every move.
She presses her tits against my lower back and wraps her arms around my waist while resting her head on my back. It’s the way she embraces me with such delicacy and love that has me not wanting to move a single muscle in worry that I’ll break the connection.
I’ve never been held like this in my life. I’ve never felt the softness of a woman’s actions all the way through my body before and I recognize the reality of it right away. This girl is going to either be my entire life… or she’ll be the death of me and right now, in this moment, I’m ok with either.
Her soft caressing kisses continue across my back, leaving me more exposed and vulnerable by the second. She’s stripping away my shield with every brush of her lips and it’s not until I’m about to flip us around that she moves in front of me.
She reaches for my face and pulls me in close and without saying a single word, yet saying so much, she stares into my eyes. It’s raw and understanding without judgement or pity and for once in my life, I feel fully accepted.
The second her tongue slides over her bottom lip, I lose it. I devour her. I hold her against the shower wall and grind my body into hers while we have an epic tongue war that could only be had when two people crave each other on a fucking deep, deep level.
It’s instinct to lift her. My hands on her ass, hers around my neck, pulling me closer even though we’re already crushed against each other. It takes minimal effort for me to move this along because my cock is already standing at attention, waiting at her entrance. All I have to do is thrust and it’s happening. Just put the tip in and slide into heaven.
She rotates her hips, grinding against me while her breathing increases to match mine. I lean into her until her back is smashed against the wall and allow my hands to roam before I break the kiss to watch her. “I want to watch you take me in.” Her chest rises and falls quickly with each breath. “I want to see your face when I make you mine.” She leans her head back against the wall and with dark hooded eyes, she dares me to do what I’m promising.
“I want to feel you. Please, let me feel you.” She rolls her eyes back and rotates her hips and I sink inside of her without another thought. She’s fucking beautiful. Her soaking wet hair sticks to her shoulders and her makeup is partially smeared. Her lips are swollen, and her skin is flushed red from the heat of the shower… And I’ve never seen a sexier woman in all of my life.
We both gasp when she grinds herself down the full length of my dick. It becomes impossible to pace myself and before I know it, I’m standing in the shower with IsaBelle in my hands, fucking her against a wall, about to come in a matter of seconds like a fucking rookie.
“You’re sexy as fuck, IsaBelle.” I manage a few words before I’m already coming inside her, sending her into her own orgasm.
“It’s so hot. I can feel how warm it is. Ah, god.” I don’t dare change momentum, allowing her to reach the heights of the buildup we’ve been working on for days now.
Her hair is painted to her face and neck in the aftermath of sex, leaving me with an image of what she’ll look like in my bed with her long hair spread over my sheets when I do this again.
“You’ve got me acting like this is my first time. I’m not usually that quick.”
“I’m not sure what happened here either, but you won’t hear any complaining from me. That was perfect. I’ve never been able to during sex.” I don’t want to know about her past experiences, and I sure don’t want to talk about mine, so I avoid this conversation like the plague.
“I want you in my bed.” She nods as she slides down my body and grabs the bottle of soap at our feet. We both manage a quick shower, not a single ounce of shyness from her as I watch her the entire time. Her body is flawless. Her purity is obvious when her soft skin is against my own rough textures.
We both towel dry and then I lead her to my bed. Exhaustion sets in the second I have her in my arms and the next thing I know, I’m waking to the feel of her fingers sliding up my chest.
She’s straddling me with her long hair draped over both of her breasts, giving me a nice little tease. My cock is already awake and ready for what’s coming long before my mind catches up.
“What time is it?”
“Nine o’clock in the evening.” She smiles and slips her hips back.
“What?” I lift my head to reach for my phone, not believing we slept an entire day. Neither of us have really slept much in a few days… but I haven’t slept that good in years. I can’t remember the last time I slept more than three or four hours at a time.
“You must’ve been just as tired as I was.” The words she’s saying don’t match the sexy look on her face. If she was muted, I’d swear on my life she was talking dirty to me.
“Yeah, I was dead ass tired.” I reach for her waist and guide her into place. Sex with IsaBelle is quickly becoming my favorite part of life and I’m not about to miss out on a wakeup call like this.
“What are your plans today?”
“Just this.” I slide her down my cock and lean my head back with the sensation. Her long hair tickles my stomach as she sprawls her hands out over my chest.
Her tits sway as she begins to move on me, and I can’t decide whether to watch them or her face while she lifts her hips and then drops again. I reach for her waist again and she grabs both of my hands and takes them over my head and holds them into place in the bed. “Hands off. This time I get to do the fucking.” Jesus Christ. I’m not prepared for her fire so soon after being asleep that long. My brain isn’t prepared to respond to her demands, but my dick is.
She slides back into place, and I let her move on me. I let her grind and moan like a goddess until she’s writhing on my cock and can’t move anymore. Then I take over, roll her on her back and treat her to three more orgasms before I let myself have one… each time watching her face while she comes undone.
I’m going to record it one day and have her painted in the exact moment I send her sailing. I can’t think of a better image for right above my bed.
There’s no way I can keep the truth from this woman any longer. She’s too important for me to risk losing her… even if it means the club will pay for it.
Chapter Eighteen
IsaBelle
I’m so sore but it’s that good ache. We both went back to sleep after our second time around and I’m so out of touch with reality I don’t have a clue what time it is. I look over him and catch the time, it’s two o’clock in the morning.
I roll to my side to face him and this time I get another up-close view of his back. The urge to trace his tattoos is consuming but those scars gut me. I want to erase them for him because I can’t imagine what he’s been through, even though he hinted to the experience the first time we really talked.
Whoever did his tattoos did an amazing job of incorporating them into the art and I find it hard to look away.
My stomach starts to growl, so that’s what has me slipping out of his bed and into the hall with just a towel on when Chip just happens to be walking by. My room is across the hall and it’s the middle of the night, so I’m surprised to see anyone, which causes me to gasp and hold my towel tighter against my chest.
“Crap. You scared me.” He looks me up and down before he glances toward Beast’s bedroom door and smiles.
“Nice.” One word as he nods.
“Nice? What are you talking about?” I act dumb and move the seven steps across the hall and reach for my doorknob, expecting him to follow.
“You’ve been in there for nearly eighteen hours. Your hair is a fuckin’ mess. I hope you fucked the cranky right out of that old bear.” He stands inside my door while I rummage through my bag for something to wear.
I don’t respond because I’m not even sure what the proper thing to say is in this situation. I just grab an outfit from my bag and go into the bathroom to put it on before anyone else just happens to walk by.
When I return to my room, I’m surprised when I don’t see Chip trying to babysit me or something. I have the room to myself, so I decide to organize my things. The past couple of days, my belongings have been through it and it’s apparent by the look of my wadded clothes. When I turn the bag upside down to empty it on the bed, the phone Gus gave me lands next to the one that Lou left for me.
I decide to power off the one Gus gave me but when I open the screen, I see text after text from the same number… Gus. There are pictures between texts and a quick scroll to the first message makes me even more curious.
Gus: I’m sure Beast hasn’t told you about your sister’s land or the fact that he took it over when she died.
There’s a picture of a map with a section highlighted.
Gus: His house is on the land and so is every business operation that club of his runs.
My heart sinks at the possibility. I never even considered that my sister would have anything worth a damn and I can’t imagine a girl at the age of seventeen would have that much land. I continue reading, not taking what Gus is saying at much value because it doesn’t fit.
The next picture is a legal document showing where Anna inherited land after her father died. I zoom in and slide the screen to read every line and stand frozen in shock. I didn’t even know she was in contact with him.
A closer look and I see her name and a bunch of legal jargon. It looks like she received three hundred acres of land, all in northern California.
Gus: He came up with some bullshit fake document granting him everything after she died. I know she wouldn’t have left it all to that fucker.
