One Hundred and Thirty-Six Scars(41)

“This is Beast, and he’s the president of a motorcycle club. He’s my friend,” Meadow finishes.

The kids begin walking up to us. “Friend?” one asks, stepping closer. He has to be the eldest one. His jeans hanging low off his hips, a basketball tank on with his cap flipped backward.

“You don’t have many friends, Meadow.” He smiles at her, and when I look down at these kids, I can see how much they admire Meadow. She’s fucking amazing at what she does. She used her fucked up past to help people, instead of using it as an excuse to become a needle stabbing junkie slut with daddy issues. She takes my breath away.

“Yeah, well…” Meadow starts, bringing her eyes up to mine, “…I happen to like his bike.” They all laugh and I narrow my eyes at her as a smile involuntarily comes across my lips.

She’ll be liking a lot more than my bike, of that I am sure.





Once we walk out of the reception, she turns her head to me. “Thank you for doing that. They’re troubled kids, and you didn’t have to come in there with me.”

Handing her a helmet, I answer, “I wanted to. How did you come about this place?”

She clips her helmet on. “Tommy, actually. They fund the whole thing.” She smiles, walking to my bike. My jaw clenched, nostrils flaring.

Fuck.

Unclenching my fist, I walk to my bike and smile at her. “That’s sweet. Come on, we gotta go.”

Heading back toward the compound with Meadow’s hands wrapped around me, I fight the urge to pull over and kiss her. I have no fucking idea what’s gotten into me. This thing I have going with her should probably stop, but I won’t be the one to stop it. I’ll go slow, but I’m definitely not stopping.

We pull in through the high gates, Travis opening them up for us as I park my bike in our line opposite the Sinful Souls. I can’t wait to head back to Vegas, but there’s an empty pit in my stomach that knows I’m going to fucking miss this girl, and it’s only been twenty-four hours since I first saw her again. I need to pull my shit back together.

Switching off my bike, she swings her leg off, hands me my helmet and fluffs her hair up. Her long brown hair falling over her shoulders in natural chocolate waves.

Jesus… what the fuck was that about, my dick has taken hostage of my brain.

Narrowing my eyes, I smirk at her. “What?” she asks shyly, bringing her hands back down to the front of her small but curvy body. My fingers twitch at the thought of how that delicate, smooth skin would feel under my not so delicate touch.

I’d ruin her, and I’d enjoy it.

Fuck it.

My hands rise up to her hair as I brush the dark strands away from her face, tucking them behind her ear. Her lip draws into her mouth showcasing those two perfect dimples on each cheek and her eyes lock onto mine. The deep blue and green hues reflecting off each other in an intricate array of color, every fleck that’s scattered through her eyes telling a story—a story of how one broken girl can become her own hero. I run the back of my knuckles over her cheek, the smoothness of her skin gliding over my rough knuckles—polar opposites, where pure meets evil. Her head leans into my knuckles ever so slightly, so slightly I almost miss it. It’s not until her eyes close and her chest begins to rise and fall deeply that I comprehend what she’s doing. She’s giving me permission to kiss her.

Bringing my thumb down to her bottom lip, I run it across the rim of her lip. Her eyes open to me. My eyebrows drew together. I bring my face down to hers, her breath gliding across my lips, leaving a wake of fire scorching underneath. Wrapping my hand around her neck softly, I pull her closer to me, the need of having her wrapped around me substantial. Just as my lips touch hers, Phoebe comes out of the building.

“Beast! Who the hell—” She stops abruptly once Meadow and I separate, giving her full view of ‘who the hell’ it is.

“Oh! Meads! Hey! Shit, I’m sorry. I though he was kissing on someone else.” She cocks her little smirk at me before stepping to us and pulling Meadow into her. “Come on, we need to head inside. Beast, Zane wants you.” Meadow smiles up at me, taking Phoebe’s hand in hers as they both leave me standing there confused and with a fucking hard dick. Great. She can get me rock hard without so much as touching me.





What in the hell is happening to me? I’ve never wanted to be touched or kissed by any man. What makes Beast so different?

“Oh em ge!” Phoebe begins as we walk into the bar. “What the heck, Meadow! Do you know what you’re doing? I mean, I love Beast, he’s one of the good ones under all that macho, broken, evil front. He’s a decent person to people he cares about but are you sure… I mean… this is club life I’m talking here,” she whispers as we take a seat at the table with Melissa.