Page 39 of Beast
Still being cradled in Beast’s arms, he walks out his house- the little love nest that we’ve lived in for only a couple of days. I’m surprised as to how quickly this place started to mean to me. Extremely surprised.
The thought of never coming back here with Beast hurts me worse than hearing my dad’s the one who killed my mom.
He sets me down in front of the house for just a second. “Let me lock up, baby.”
I nod. I look all around the yard to see if there’s anything weird or awkward around, and I don’t see anything. I don’t see any men that shouldn’t be here or see anyone acting suspicious.
One of the things that makes me the most nervous about that is the fact I don’t know what all The Diablos MC looks like. I could be passing someone from The Spiders MC and not know anything different.
“I want all the camera pulled in front of my house to see who dropped off this photo and who raided my fuckin’ house,” Beast advices Kip.
“On it, brother. I’ll get to it when we get back to the club.”
“Are you ready for some crazy fun?” He asks me.
I shrug not really knowing the appropriate way to answer that question. I’m not ready for anything besides crashing into a bed and sleeping. I’m so tired I can’t even keep my eyes open. At all!
“Yes,” I squeak lying through my teeth. If Beast knew I was lying, he didn’t call me out on it.
I’m getting more comfortable riding the bike behind Beast. I can get very used to holding onto his steely body as he powers this beautiful and sexy bike throughout our city we live in.
I’m head over heels in love with Beast.
There’s no way around it.
I bury my face into the leather of his cut and smell his manly scent along with the smell of something else. I can’t put my finger on it, but it smells like Beast. The man’s unique smell should be bottles.
When he comes to his senses and kicks me to the curb, I want to be able to smell his cologne.
Beast
She’s scary quiet as we walk through the clubhouse into my room. I couldn’t wait to sink myself into her, balls deep. I needed to feel her again to make sure she is mine.
Everything that’s been happening lately, has been a lot and I don’t want Bella to get too overwhelmed with everything and tell me to go fuck myself.
“Hey, Beast! Who’s the chick?” Adams asks. He’s one of the enforcers for a charter up north. He’s a rough looking guy with a beard that goes down to his sternum and he’s full of tattoos.
He’s looking Bella up and down like she’s something fresh to eat. “This is my girl, Bella.”
“Hey, Bella. Beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” he croons.
She smiles and waves.
Bella actually smiles at him!
What the actual fuck?
He winks and I about lose my shit.
I throw her beautiful body over my shoulder and race towards my room. She’s squealing and hitting me on my back until I smack her on her ass.
I slam the door shut and throw her on the bed.
“That was embarrassing,” she mumbles more to herself than me.
“I’m a jealous fucker and you about signed his death certificate.”
Her eyes widen. “What did I do?”
