Page 36 of Bella and Her Beast
Once everything is collected, I pass them off to Russ for holding, while I head down to Greyson’s hidden room where I find him lying around.
“Hey, what are you doing?” I ask, when I make my way into the space.
“Just thinking.” He lets out a heavy sigh, and that’s my breaking point.
“That’s it, Greyson. Let’s go.” I take his hand and pull him across the king-sized bed until he reluctantly gets on his feet. Free of the towel draped across his waist, which conveniently fell once he was standing, I grab clothes for him, force him to dress, and we march back up the stairs to the doors just off the kitchen where Russell is waiting.
“Glad to see you are up, Greyson. Here, carry these things. Bella, you two enjoy your afternoon.”
“Thank you, Russell, for everything.”
He smiles and returns to the inside while we head out to the far edge of the property by the lake.
The scenery provides a calm, peaceful setting that gives us what we need. We’re surrounded by an open field with wildflowers of orange, purple and yellow adding a pop to the greenery only the way nature can do, and of course the murky blue waters. Various birds and bugs sing while nestled among the trees surrounding the area.
“What did you do, Bella?”
“I planned an afternoon for just us. I have lunch in this basket, dining accessories, music, books, and two blankets; one to sit and one to cover for a nap. Here, we are away from everyone and everything. It is just us two.”
He takes my face in between his palms. “You are amazing, you know?” I wish I had just spoken to you sooner than I did. Maybe this would all — ”
“Nope. No talk of wolves, spells, or curses. Today it’s just about Greyson and Bella. Okay?”
He nods his head and I remove the large blanket out of the bag and lay it on the ground, and take the remaining items from Greyson, placing them on the edges to serve as weights. I take my seat in the center, propping up on my knees.
“Now, Mr. Deveraux, come have a seat next to me.”
He flashes a shy smile, removes his shoes, and sits down where directed.
I open the basket and take out a bottle of his favorite beer and pass it to him.
He winks and grins upon accepting. “Thank you, Isabella. You are exactly what I needed to get out of my mood.”
“Good, cause I have your favorite food.”
Kneeling behind me, he takes the things from my hand and places them back inside the basket. “No, I mean,youare exactly what I need.” His left hand trails under my long maxi skirt, teasing my skin with his light touch.
I lean my head back against his chest. “What are you up to, mister?” I speak softly.
He doesn’t respond. Instead, his fingers find their way into my entrance and plays, honing in on my most sensitive spot.
My left hand covers his and helps give me pleasure.
He teasingly places kisses along my neck while his right hand slides the strap of my top off my right shoulder.
I raise my arm and wrap it around his neck while he plays with my nipple, coaxing it to a bud.
Removing his left hand from its position, and leaving me horny as fuck, he removes the remaining strap of my top freeing the other breast from cover.
I turn and face him, taking his mouth into mine and laying him onto his back.
He rolls us over, topping me, raising to his knees, and removes his shirt.
I slide his pants off his waist, forcing his erection to spring forth from its confines, and take the head and stroke it gently, coercing a few droplets of his excitement out of the hole.
“Bella, stop,” he growls.
I ignore his plea and continue the motion. His head falls back in enjoyment as my fingers slide up and down the entire length of his shaft, encircling the top before descending back to his base.
