Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 105803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
“Want to tell me what that was about?” he asks casually, taking another spoonful of pie.
“What?”
“It cut you when I said you wouldn’t be a real old lady.”
I slice into the end of the pie with my spoon. “Are you a mind reader now?”
“One of my many talents,” he says, spooning up more pie. “Wanna tell me why?”
If I only knew why.
I look away.
“Look at me,” he says.
But I can’t look at him. Because I feel vulnerable.
“Belle.” My name sounds good on his lips when he rumbles it in his deep, throaty voice. “Look at me.”
Fuck it.
I put my spoon on the plate and look up at him. “Because when you kiss me, it feels real.”
His eyes twinkle across from me. Dark and feverish.
“But I know this is fake—"
He puts the plate on the table and taking me by surprise, pulls me onto his lap.
“What are you doing?” I protest.
He reaches up and cups my jaw. “This.”
He pulls my face to his and kisses me deeply. It’s the kind of kiss that makes your toes curl and your heart race.
“Does that feel fake to you?” he asks, before driving his mouth onto mine again and kissing me like it’s his final moments left on earth.
And I kiss right back with just as much desperation.
“This confuses me,” I whisper against his lips.
“Because you keep fighting it. Don’t overthink it, little one. Just let go.”
Which is so easy to do when you are on the lap of a handsome giant and he kisses the breath out of you.
My hips have a mind of their own, and I begin to rock against him where the friction ignites a raging fire in my blood.
He reaches around and grabs my ass, and takes control of the maddening rhythm, rubbing me across the ridged outline of his cock behind his jeans.
God, this feels too good.
His taste, his smell, his everything is heady and addictive, and I can’t get enough of it.
“Take it from me,” he growls in my ear, then trails his lips along the soft spot beneath my ear and down my throat. “Let go, Belle.”
It’s all I need to unravel on his lap. Days of pent-up emotion rocket through me, and in a completely unguarded moment, I let the pleasure sweep me over the cliff and into the ocean.
I collapse against him, forehead to forehead, my breathing rapid and my heart racing.
Slowly my pulse evens out, and I come back to reality.
I lick my lips.
I just came on his lap. This has to be the next level of humiliation. I feel the prickle of it crawl up my neck, dampening the fires Beast so expertly lit with his kiss.
I just dry humped my captor.
“Can we pretend that never happened?”
“Fuck no.” He drags my face back to his and kisses me hard.
And those embers that started to dampen with humiliation roar back to life.
I clutch his face as I kiss him back, and he groans.
Humiliation be damned. This is happening.
Cupping my ass, he stands and carries me over to the bed where he lays me down and crawls over me.
Pushed up on his big arms, he blankets me with his big body and ducks his head to kiss me.
I know what’s coming. What line I’m about to cross.
But I don’t give a damn.
I’m probably going crazy but I need this. I want this. I’ve already taken one orgasm from him tonight and I’m ready for another.
I think about the size of his cock and how it will feel inside me.
But then his goddamn phone rings.
CHAPTER 33
BEAST
Fuck.
It’s the worst-timed phone call of my goddamn life.
Every cell in my body tells me to ignore it. But I’m president of this club and I have a responsibility to answer it.
I break off the kiss, my cock screaming at me as I pick up the phone off the nightstand.
It’s the sheriff.
Dammit. A call from the sheriff at midnight tells me I’m about to get a serious case of blue balls.
“You need to get down here,” he says with a haunted edge to his voice.
“What’s going on?”
He pauses, then his voice seems to get closer and even more troubled. “It’s so fucked up, Beast. I can’t tell you what I’m looking at. Death, and a lot of it. Just get down here. I’ll text you the address.”
He clicks off, and a few seconds later I receive a text message with an address.
Belle looks up at me from the pillows, and I lean down to kiss her. “I have to go.”
“That’s probably a good idea,” she whispers against my lips.
“No, it’s not.” I kiss her and it gets deep, but I rip my lips away. “We’ll finish this when I get back.”
Lust flashes in her eyes. “Maybe.”
I cock an eyebrow at her. “No, that’s not a maybe. That’s a promise.”
I shoot off a text to Lars to meet me at the bikes in ten minutes, then quickly dress.