One Hundred and Thirty-Six Scars(38)

His tongue would slide all over me, flicking my nub with his slick, needy, tongue. His hands would wrap around the back of my ass, gripping onto me, pulling me toward his tongue harder, leaving bruises as evidence. I’d grind on his tongue just like I am my fingers. “Holy shit,” I moan out. The steam filling everywhere as my hand speeds up to an aggressive pace. An almighty tight pull comes from deep inside and I know nothing but to just keep going and don’t stop.

“Holy shit, holy shit,” I groan out loudly.

Just when I think I can’t reach any higher, I speed up vigorously, and right before I tip myself over the edge, I picture his eyes boring into mine. The way his tongue would slide across my clit roughly while his dark eyes were pinned on mine, dominating my body with his glare. And before I know it, my body is wracking, my thighs shaking, and my pussy clenching as the first orgasm I’ve ever experienced shatters through me. With sweat dripping from my skin, I bring my eyes and mind back into focus, my legs shaking under the sudden tranquility that’s washing over me.

Realization sets in as to what I’ve just done and embarrassment rushes over me. Smiling and a little confused, I quickly scrub soap into my skin, before washing my hair and stepping out of the shower, wrapping a towel around me before walking out to my room.

Standing in front of my long mirror that sits on the opposite side of my bed, I examine myself. I feel different, I feel alive and energized but at the same time, I feel embarrassed. I don’t know why, it’s not like anyone can see what happens in my mind. Dropping the towel, I climb into an oversized T-shirt before walking back out to the living room to get my phone that’s on the coffee table. My apartment is small with one bedroom. It has a poky living room and open plan kitchen with a little porch that sits outside the living room overlooking the ocean. The walls are a clean white, and my furniture is new. A large television hangs on the wall in front of my three seater sofa. I wanted a big one because I love watching television.

Netflix and chill—that’s me. Only I, Netflix and chill by myself.

Picking up my phone from the coffee table, I amble back into my bedroom and slip under my covers. Sliding it unlocked, I see a new text message from an unknown number.





Unknown - I mean it, Meadow. Carry this phone with you at all times.


Me - Beast?


Unknown - Yeah, save this number, babe.


Me - Okay, only because I want to ride on your bike again.


Beast - Yeah? That can be arranged.




A blush spreads itself over my cheeks before traveling down my neck at the memories of my shower fantasy. How am I supposed to look him in the eye the next time I see him with a straight face. I need to change the subject away from the bike.





Me - When do you guys head back again?


Beast - In 4 days. What are you doing tomorrow?


Me - Work. I wish I could say it’s lame, but I love my job.


Beast - What do you do?


Me - I work with the kids up at New Home. Kids that come from unfortunate circumstances. Like foster care but with feelings.




Five minutes pass and there’s still no text back. Just when I thought maybe I bored him with my talk, my phone beeps.





Beast - Sounds interesting. What time do you finish?


Me - 3 pm?


Beast - All right. Get some sleep, I’ll text you tomorrow.


Me - Okay. Good night :)




After I hit send, I slap myself on the forehead. What the hell was I thinking to put a smiley face? What a dick. He makes me far too nervous for my liking.





Beast - Night, babe.




Babe again, something tells me he doesn’t go around calling every girl babe. Putting my phone on my bedside table, I close my eyes and fall asleep with a smile on my face for the first time ever.





“Yo. What’s got you glued to your phone?” Hella mumbles from beside me.

“Meadow. Making sure she’s all good,” I answer, pushing the phone back into my pocket. After I dropped her off, I came straight back to the clubhouse where things were obviously just kicking off in true biker style. I feel at home.

“Oh yeah? And since when did you give a fuck if a girl is all good?” He smiles from around the rim of his bottle.

“I don’t, but it’s Meadow. Fuck off, Hella.”

He laughs, sliding a bottle over to me on the table. Hannibal, Toke, Nyx and Ripper pull out the seats beside me and I laugh. “Oh, come on, I’m not spilling shit.”

“Who is she? Haven’t seen you like that with any other female, Beast,” Ripper asks from under his blond hair which is spilled over his face.

I shake my head. “I saved her a few years ago.”

Hella pipes in, revealing all the info he knows. Fucker.