She laughed again and it was the purest thing. “Shut up, Beast.” She placed her lips on mine and kissed me, her tongue licking my lips and then pushing between them. The kiss was deep and growing deeper by the second, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could go without being inside of her again. I realized that I hadn’t taken my pain meds all day. I hadn’t even thought about them. Being with Belle had been enough pain relief.
I reached between us, pressing my thumb down on her clit and rubbing it in slow, steady circles until she gasped into my mouth. My dick was hard enough to cut glass and I gripped her tightly as I stood up, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist as I walked us inside.
Cheering rose from around us and I felt her laugh against my mouth, but fuck them if they thought I was stopping for even a second to give them the middle finger. I walked us back into the clubhouse and straight to my old room there, pushing the door open and then kicking it closed behind me before laying her down on the bed.
She was already stripping herself out of her dress and the biker boots I’d got the prospect to drop off earlier before I’d even unbuckled my belt. Her hand dipped between her legs as I pulled my dick out, the heavy weight of desire settling into my stomach as I watched her hand move, my eyes hooded.
“Fuck, Belle,” I said, my hand pulling on my dick until I couldn’t take any more. I climbed onto the bed, pushing her legs apart so I could settle myself between her thighs, the tip of my dick nudging against her wet entrance.
“Fuck me, Beast,” she said, and my nostrils flared at the dirty word on her lips.
I pushed inside of her, driving myself home as my balls slapped against her asshole and my dick nudged the spot inside of her that made her fall apart. She sighed into the air, her eyes closed and her head thrown back as I fucked her slowly. My hips rocked me into her over and over, harder and harder, until I felt her pussy tighten around me and she called out my name loudly. And my name on her lips made my balls draw up and I swore against her lips as I ground myself into her, dousing her pussy with my cum.
I stole glances at her as she pulled her dress back on over her head and she looked around for her panties. I dangled them in front of her with a smirk before slipping them into my pocket.
“Pervert,” she laughed, her cheeks still pink from her orgasm. “Fine, keep them, let’s just hope there isn’t a breeze out there in case my skirt rides up.”
I grinned at her. “I’ll take my chances on that. The less clothing you wear, the better.”
She pushed up on her tiptoes and kissed me again and my hand lifted the back of her skirt up to squeeze her naked ass.
“See? It’s already working in my favor.”
“Beast,” she said, her gaze on the painting that Casa had been working on, and I smiled and turned to look at it. She took a step forward, her fingers reaching out, wanting to touch it.
“Not sure why that little fucker decided to paint a giant-ass red rose on my wall, but there it is,” I grumbled, though there was something about it that I loved.
“It’s beautiful. I love it,” she said, staring up at it in awe. “I wonder what it means.”
I shrugged. “No clue. I have no idea what goes through that man’s head.”
Chapter Thirty
~ Belle ~
Beast had gone to talk to Rider and I was sitting by myself drinking a beer at the edge of the party, watching everything and everyone. I didn’t normally like beer that much, and this was the second time in a week, but it didn’t seem the sort of place that I could ask for a glass of red wine, so I went with it. I wanted to be a part of his world so much. I needed to be accepted by these people so we could survive, and I’d do anything to make sure that happened.
I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to survive without Beast.
Not now that I’d learned to live with him.
My cell was buzzing in my purse, and I pulled it out thinking perhaps it was Jenna. We’d reconciled in her apartment the day before, and I’d promised to come by for dinner over the next couple of days. She was still hurt by my actions, but she understood why I’d wanted to see my mom so badly. Why it was so important that I got to know her. It was the job at the hospital that she couldn’t get her mind around, and in truth, neither could I.
I’d worked for so long and for so hard to get that job, but upon getting it I realized that I didn’t want it. And now…now I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. I wasn’t too concerned though. I may have lost everything, but I’d also gained everything that mattered to me too.
I didn’t recognize the number on my phone, and I frowned as I answered it.
“Hello?” I couldn’t hear the voice on the other end and I covered my other ear with my hand as I darted away from the party to find a quiet spot. “Hello? Sorry, it’s so noisy here. Can you say that again please?”
“I said, is your new man celebrating killing my brothers?” Lorenzo’s voice cut through the noise and found its way into my heart.
“Lorenzo,” I stammered, looking around me, suddenly terrified that he was there.
“My place, twenty minutes, Belle.”
I looked back at the party, the fire dancing across everyone’s happy faces. I didn’t want to worry anyone with this, but I needed their help. I needed Beast, and my eyes frantically searched the darkness for him.
“Come alone, or Jenna is dead,” Lorenzo said, and though I’d found Beast finally, I knew I couldn’t go to him. I couldn’t risk her life.
I stepped further into the shadows, away from Beast, away from his family. I was alone in this. I had to be. I knew what Mateo and Carlos were capable of, and after getting to know Lorenzo, I feared that he would be much worse.
“Okay,” I said quietly into the phone.
“Good girl,” he replied, and hung up.
I dropped my cell back into my purse and walked into the clubhouse, heading straight to Beast’s room. I picked up the small handgun and knife that I knew he kept under his mattress. I’d seen them there when I’d been nursing him back to health and had changed his bedding, and now I slipped them into my purse and left, heading toward the front door.
“Belle?” Laney called my name and I looked back at her, forcing myself to smile. “Where you off to?”
“Just getting some fresh air,” I said like an idiot, because it was the only thing I could think of.
Laney looked back to where I’d just come from with a frown. “Okay,” she said, her gaze searching mine. “I uh, I got us some vodka, and some gin,” she said, giving the two bottles in her hand a little shake. “Boys drink beer. Us women deserve something a little nicer, don’t you think?”
I forced another smile. “Yes, absolutely. I’ll be right back if you can get me a gin ready.”
I turned and left without waiting for her to reply. There were a few men out front watching the bikes. They were bikers as far as I could see, but they weren’t allowed into the party. It made no sense to me, in all honesty, but I didn’t question it. I had no idea how I was going to get to Lorenzo’s from there. I had no car, thanks to my mom, and Beast had the keys to his truck in his pocket. I’d refused to go on the back of his bike tonight—one thing at a time, I’d told him, and he’d promised me he’d get me on the back of it tomorrow.