“I’m okay, thank you, though.”
His eyes narrow before he bites down on his plump bottom lip. Involuntarily, my eyes follow his motion. Something about him makes me feel safe. He makes me want to feel safe. This must be what girls feel like when they’re with their partners.
Sheltered.
“You sure?” he smiles at me.
Nodding my head, I answer, “Yes, thank you. What are you hoping to do? Check under my bed for monsters?” I smile at him, steadying my feet.
He laughs, placing his helmet on his head. “Waste of time, babe. I wouldn’t find any monsters under your bed. All the monsters live here,” he answers. “I’ll give you my number just in case, though,” he continues with a small smile. I see what he did there, but it doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable.
“I don’t have my phone on me, it's upstairs, I’ll give you mine.”
After rambling my number off for him, he pushes his phone back into his hoodie pocket under his MC cut. “Meadow, don’t go anywhere without your phone. I mean it.” The tone of his voice pulls me alert. He smiles. “I’ll text you.” Before kick starting his bike and riding out of the parking lot under the roar of his departure.
Turning on my feet, I make my way into the elevator and push for my level. Smiling to myself, I think over what’s happened tonight—how much has happened. I can’t believe I’ve seen him again. The elevator dings open, and I walk out to my room, pushing open my door with my shoulders then relaxing. I didn’t realize how many nerves I’d been holding in. Removing my jacket, I hang it on the hook and walk into my kitchen that sits to the right as soon as you enter my apartment. Opening the fridge door, I take out a bottled water, taking a large drink before placing it back into the fridge. If there was anything I’ve learned from my party-lover best friends, it’s that you should always drink as much water as you can and pop an Advil before heading to bed.
Kicking off my shoes in my bedroom and removing my clothes, I make my way to my bathroom. My apartment is nothing special, but it’s cozy, warm, and everything in it is my own. It’s my safe place, something I never had growing up so I appreciate it so much more.
Turning on the faucet, I let the steam fill up the bathroom before stepping under the hot scalding water, letting it run all over me, relaxing my muscles one drop at a time.
I rub my hand over my face and think back to tonight.
Beast.
The way his dark eyes pull my blue into his. The way his strong jaw sits perfectly on his face. His dark hair, and olive skin that has a natural tan to it. Even the scar that slices angrily down from his ear and across his neck has my stomach in a flutter. My breathing picks up, but I’m too lost in my memories of him tonight to register right away. The way my hands slipped over his torso when I got onto his bike, feeling his strong abs under my hands that made me want to rip off his clothes to feel his skin penetrate mine. The rumble underneath me from his bike, the power it holds, and the power Beast holds combined, is a toxic combination. My pulse quickens, and before I know it, I’m sliding my hand down my flat torso and over my folds. Swinging my head back, a moan slips out of my lips.
The way he bit his lip.
Jesus, if that wasn’t hot.
I start at a pace that’s both slow and menacing—rubbing over my clit in slow circles. A needy silent scream begins inside of me, wanting something else. So I start picturing what I would have liked to do to him tonight after he dropped me off.
I would have swung my legs over his bike, handing it back to him. When he bit down on his lip, I would have run my thumb over it, watching as his dark eyes stirred with passion and need. I have seen the way he looks at me at times.
I pick up my pace. Rubbing circles around my clit, grinding my hands up and down my inner folds where they rub effortlessly over my fingers.
He would have taken me into his arms and kissed me, his tongue sliding into my mouth, wrapping mine into a blanket of passion. I would have slipped my hand behind his neck as he got off his bike, gripping onto his hair. A moan would slip from my lips naturally from being lost in pleasure and driven by nothing else but need. Need to feel him, his mere presence. His warm skin gliding over mine, his hands running, gripping, and squeezing me everywhere. He would have taken hold of the back of my thighs, pulling my short shorts and my panties down, throwing them to the side. Smirking at me from his knees, he would slowly blow his hot breath across my pussy, intensifying the burning need that throbbed between my thighs. My rubbing picks up as I picture him on his knees in front of me, looking up at me with his dark and devious stare, his powerful body enveloping mine. He would bring his tongue out, keeping his eyes locked on mine as he slowly licked in between my drenched folds. My stomach clenches as my soaking wet finger follows the movements of what his tongue would do. Sliding across the little nub between my legs, I add more pressure as my stomach flips and a throbbing begins to pulsate. “Yes,” I whisper hoarsely, rubbing harder and more forcefully.