Beast, page 8
The moonlight casts a spotlight on us, leaving her fresh kissed face shining in the night. She releases the button on my jeans and tries to slide the zipper down, but I’m already moving off the bike to drop them. I can’t fuck her with my zipper in the way.
She pulls off her hoodie, exposing her naked chest and I freeze in place. Frozen in time. Burning everything about this moment into memory. Her long hair draped down her back… flawless ivory skin softening the dark night sky. Her perfect curves and the way I crave touching her like I’ve never another.
She arches her back and looks toward the sky, leaving me with the most amazing view of her on my bike. I could sell a billion copies if I was in the business… and if I’d be able to let anyone else share this view. The territorial grudge is already brewing deep down.
She’s complete perfection and I don’t have it in me to hold back another second. “Slide this way.” I step behind my bike and stop myself once again in awe of her perfect body. “Lie back and let me see you again.”
She does as I ask without hesitation and the sight leaves me breathless and lacking any words to explain what she’s doing to me. I’ll never forget the way she looks tonight and that’s bound to be a letdown with any future female I take out on my bike.
Her sinful expression has me curious and I’ve never been one to shy away from a good time when it’s laid out in front of me like this. “You sure you want to do this?” I give her a chance to take the out… because I don’t have it in me to be the responsible one with her looking like this.
“Yes.” She trembles at the slide of my fingertips up her stomach, sending goosebumps all over her flesh. Her tits are a perfect handful each and her nipples perk instantly with my touch. The way she arches her back again as I slide my fingers over her skin is the ultimate tease, making my dick rock solid.
I stand over her and allow the rush to settle, slowly coming to the realization once again that I can’t do this.
She is Anna’s sister. A thought that hasn’t crossed my mind the entire evening until now. As much as I’d love to throw all my fucks to the wind… I can’t.
“Please.” She skims her fingers across her skin, all the while staring at me… challenging me to let go. I know deep down I have to ignore her pleas and my own desires.
“You’re incredible.” A deep whisper slips through my resolve while I slide my hand up her chest until she tosses her head back. The angle sends me spiraling back into the depths of what I want to do instead of what I should do.
I love how she feels under my grip, each breath passing through my hand without the slightest bit of concern on her face.
With a single hand around her neck, she allows me to draw her into a sitting position. She meets me with an equally dangerous stare, and I force myself to think about everything once again.
I think about the past. I think about the secrets and the lies. I think about how she will have to leave soon and the fact that she may resent me for it all when it happens. I think about how long it’s been since I’ve found a girl I was this attracted to and come up short with a comparison. And I think about whether or not I can live with myself if my fucking regrets suffocate me to death after I mess everything up?
She slides her hand between us once again, pushing pressure onto the bulge in my pants and I’m ready to throw any and all fucks to the wind without any regard for what the consequences could be.
I pull her closer to the end of my bike and hold her again. Kiss her again. And the entire time I’ve got my lips on her, all that other shit disappears. Nothing becomes more important than the way I feel right here and now.
I want her.
She wants me.
That is enough.
I take over her soft tug and yank the button open on my jeans and slide them down just enough to give her the access she’s after. She slips her hand inside my underwear, and I gasp at her touch. I’m wound so tight if the wind blew just right I’m pretty sure I’d come all over us both.
She strokes me while I watch her face, kissing her between breaths and holding her in place. I decide this is my favorite position. Eye to eye. Breath to breath. Mouth to mouth. My hand on her neck… and her hand wrapped around my cock.
“Oh, fuck.” I love how she’s not shy when we’re like this. She’s not afraid to look me in the eyes even though I can barely keep my focus on hers. She slides her teeth over her bottom lip and almost purrs when I start to squirm.
When I can feel the buildup coming, I have no choice but to slow her down and take over. I reach for the button on her jeans and slide my hand down her pants. She’s soaked before I even touch her, but the second I do, she gasps. She’s sensitive and I’m here for it. I purposely slide past her clit and curl a single finger inside of her.
She stops mid-stroke to moan and tilts her hips forward like she’s craving my touch. “Lie back. Let me take care of you.” I move to stand beside her, giving me the best angle to curl two fingers inside her while my thumb hovers over her most sensitive nerve. She leans up and tugs on me until I meet her with another deep kiss, but I pull away from it almost immediately and stare deep into her eyes while I finger her. I want to return the gesture and break her down just like she did me. The rawness of staring into the eyes of someone who is making you feel every sensation is mind-blowing.
I start to circle her clit with my thumb, and she struggles to look at me… just like I did when she was touching me. She reaches for my cock, but I twist my hips so that she can’t reach me. I want her to focus on what I’m doing to her and nothing else. “Focus on what I’m doing to you. Feel everything.”
“I feel everything.” She’s breathy and about to lose control and I’ve never seen a sexier expression on anyone’s face.
She starts to grind and rotate her hips while I pull her through an intense orgasm and her legs begin to tremble. She closes her eyes when she starts to quiver around my fingers and that’s when I start to kiss her once again.
I slide my drenched hand up her stomach with the intention of tasting her on my fingers, but she pulls them into her own mouth and arches her back once again. This time I don’t stop her from reaching for my underwear and I step back when she slips off my bike and to her knees. I look up at the sky when the air kisses over my cock but the second her lips are around it, I can’t look at anything else.
Her long hair becomes a temptation every time she takes me to the back of her throat. “Ah, god.” With her hair twisted in my grip, the urge to take over and fuck her mouth is so overwhelming… but I want to see what she will do with the control, so I hold back.
She finds the perfect rhythm immediately; one I had no idea would halt everything and make me nearly lose my fucking mind.
Slow, yet strong and thorough. I only hold her head in place when I’m about to come, hoping to slow it from happening so quick but I have no choice but to just give her warning before it happens. She doesn’t pull back, instead she swallows every ounce of my release and leaves me standing there in awe of what just happened.
I’m not one to get off that easy. In fact, I rarely come from a blow job and usually end up fucking for hours trying to make it happen. Then again… I’m not usually rock hard and ready to blow before a single touch.
The post orgasm clarity slams me in the chest and it’s in this moment that I begin to mentally cuss at myself for allowing anything to happen. I have to get us out of here before she tries to take it further because I don’t have it in me to fucking stop her.
She stands to look at me and with her pants still open from my assault and my dick still standing at attention between us. I do what I should’ve done long ago.
“I need to get back. Put your clothes on.” Hurt flashes over her face as she hears what I’ve just said. The pain morphs into disgust in a matter of seconds, leaving the lust in the past… right where it should be. I never should’ve let it get this far.
Chapter Fourteen
IsaBelle
I want to freaking punch him! And if I thought it would do anything at all to hurt him, I would try but he’s a solid wall of muscle. I’d only be hurting myself.
The way he’s disregarding me so quickly after what we just shared only drives home the point that all guys are disgusting, and I will never let my guard down again. I was dumb to think we had a connection and that this was a special night. He just tarnished the entire evening by opening his damn mouth.
He moves around, gathering my helmet and our shirts before tossing my hoodie to me from about ten feet away. His gentleness is long gone, and I can’t help feeling offended by the way he’s acting now.
“Why are you doing this?”
“I’m not doing anything. I just need to get somewhere.” He’s running from this… from the fact that we have insane chemistry. I know he felt something too, but I’m not about to become his laughing joke and try to make him see it that way.
Guys are assholes and I should’ve known one who rides and is covered in tattoos and lives in a giant house with other guys wouldn’t be any different from all the others I’ve met. Even if he is older and should be more mature than the other guys I’ve been with.
I wait until he gets on his bike and then turn to start walking.
“What are you doing?” He starts walking his bike backwards to keep up with my pace.
“I’m walking, so you can get to where you need to go.”
“Just get on the bike.” He stops his trek back once he’s turned and facing the direction out of here.
“No, thank you. I’ll walk.” I throw up a hand and yell over the rev of the engine as it starts up.
“Izzy. Get on the fucking bike.”
“Beast… eat a dick. I’m not going with you.”
“Yes, you are. I can’t leave you out here. You have no idea where you’re at.” His pompous tone makes me stomp straight toward his bike and with my finger pointing at his chest, I tell him what I think.
“I don’t need you to take me anywhere. I’ve spent most of my life taking care of myself and tonight will be no different. Don’t ever think I’m anywhere that I don’t want to be because let me tell you something… not you, or anyone else in this fucked up world, could make me do a damn thing I don’t want to do. And right now, there’s no fucking way I’m going anywhere with you.”
“I’m not saying you can’t do it on your own, I’m saying it’s a long ass way out here and it’ll be hours before you come across someone else who can give you a ride.”
I start walking again while he slowly moves beside me.
“Izzy. Please get on the bike. I need to know you get back safely.”
“You don’t get to do that. You… you don’t get to act like you care when you’ve shown your true colors loud and clear.”
“I’m not a fucking monster. Now get on the bike, and let me take you home.”
“That’s impossible, Beast. I don’t have a home. I’ve never even known what that is, so just let me do what I know best.” I take off walking again. He turns off the bike and I hear footsteps behind me, but I don’t change my pace. There’s no way in hell I’m getting on that bike with him.
I only make it about twenty steps before I’m yanked back against a heaving hard chest with his hot breath brushing over my ear as he speaks. “You can get on the bike willingly or I’ll tie you to the fucker and limp back to the house. We are leaving together and nothing you can say or do will change that.” I try to yank my arm out of his hold, but his grip is tight.
My anger takes over, sending tears to my eyes and disappointing me all over again. I hate that I believe the best in people and time and time again, I get crushed because I misread their intentions. I truly felt like we had a connection, and the way he cheapened our experience is unacceptable.
He uses his left hand to pull my hip back into his while his hold on my arm loosens just slightly. “Quit overthinking. Do you feel how attracted I am to you?” Of course, I feel it. I’ve felt it all night… and I’m not talking about the bulge in his pants.
“You quit overthinking. You’ve obviously let something get in your head and decided to ignore the connection we have.”
“I’m not ignoring it. Believe me… I’m only thinking of you and the best thing we can do is go back to my house and act like none of this ever happened.” I’m furious that he can do that, but I’ve obviously misread him and the situation.
I take a few deep breaths and finally decide to stand my ground but not until after we get back to his house. I finally nod, refusing to say another word while tears stroll down my face. I hate that I let another man make me cry. He walks us both back to the bike and I grab my helmet to put on quickly, not wanting him to misconstrue my tears of anger for tears of sadness.
I climb on the bike behind him, but don’t hold on as tight as I did the first trip. He drives slower this time, dragging it out far longer than it needs to be while I contemplate where I went wrong.
I’ve sworn I’d never let myself be in a position where another guy could break me and here Beast has done it in a matter of days. I let myself fall for the way he made me feel safe and because talking to him was easy when it was just the two of us. It’s not as though I love him by any means… I just love the idea of him. I want that in my life, but I need to stop letting myself believe in the possibility of such a person being in existence.
I’ll just get my bag and get out of there as soon as we get back to his house. I’ll be fine back at my apartment for a few days until I figure out where I want to go next. Now that I’ve got the answers I came here for, there’s no reason to stay. He made sure that was loud and clear just now.
When he rolls up in front of the house, I climb off and walk inside without saying a word. I can’t talk to him anymore because honestly, I’m mad at myself. It’s not even him. It’s me. And my pathetic way of getting into a position where I allow someone to do that to me.
I hear him speed off before I’m even ten feet inside the door. It doesn’t take me long to shove all of my things back in my bag and leave the phone Lou gave me on the bed. I won’t be needing anything from any of these guys… except a truck to get the hell out of here.
My search for a key doesn’t take long. I’m guessing it’s Lou’s organization that’s to blame for the labeled hooks on the inside of a cabinet door in the kitchen.
“You wanted to make sure I was safe… so here I am, stealing your beloved truck.” I talk to the cameras I know are hidden all around me before I get in his truck and take off. He has enough people around him, he can have someone take him to get his truck tomorrow.
I’m not used to driving anything this big, so it takes a little while to adjust. Before long, I’m smiling and telling myself I need a truck just like this in my life. I like the way I can see so much farther down the road than I can in the cars I’ve driven before.
My apartment complex is dark when I pass, so I keep driving. I’m used to coming home late after working at the bar but tonight I’m just not ready for the empty apartment. I’ll take the open road; I guess I just want to drive while I have a chance. I can see what this town truly has to offer without having to pay for an Uber to drop me off somewhere out of walking range.
I crank up the music and continue down the highway once I reach the south edge of town. The road is curvy and the winding in and out of the bends in the road is a great distraction for me. It’s about thirty minutes before I even think about turning around and another thirty before I actually decide to do it.
I pull into the first parking lot of the next town to flip around. As I turn the truck, the low fuel light comes on, leaving me no choice but to find a gas station.
A frantic dig through my bag to look for my wallet leaves me empty handed. No matter how many things I pull out of the bag, the wallet is not there. I’m still digging when the rumble of a bunch of bikers surrounds me.
“Crap.” I’m fully expecting the wrath of Beast to follow, but that’s not who shows up at my passenger window. Red flags go off instantly and I’m now regretting my choice of driving just to drive in the middle of the night. “Hi, Gus.”
He looks me over and then even glances into the back seat before asking me, “Are you by yourself?”
“Yes.” I think about lying about meeting someone here soon but think better about it since its three o’clock in the morning.
“What are you doing out so late?”
“Just driving.”
“Does Beast know you have his truck?”
“Yes.” I lie this time.
“Does he know where you’re going?”
“Yes.” I lie again and get back to pulling out clothes in search of my money.
“Do you even know where you’re going?”
“Like I said… I’m just driving. I’m taking his truck back to him now. Just have to get some gas and I’ll be on my way.”
“What are you looking for?” I don’t want to appear weak or let anyone else pay for my gas, but it’s looking like I might not have a choice. I can’t make it back to my apartment on what’s left in the tank.
“I forgot my wallet.”
“I can take you where you need to go, Princess.” I cringe with the title he’s given me and slump in defeat. Here I am, yet again, with my fate in the hands of a damn man but at least this time it’s not because I’m like a stupid schoolgirl who’s attracted to him.
“I can’t leave his truck here… I’ll figure something out. Thank you, though.” I’m quick to deny his suggestion, but I’m not naïve enough to think he’ll let it go that easy. He leans in to get even closer and I just stay busy putting my clothes back into my bag.
“You and Beast a thing or something?”
I shake my head but don’t look back in his direction. “No.” I reach for the last few shirts in the floorboard and almost yell in excitement when I see my wallet in the mix. “Found it!”
