“Melissa!” I scold her around a laugh, shaking my head.
Shrugging her shoulders, she looks to me with a smile. “Just calling it how I see it.”
Later that night, I’m tossing and turning in bed trying to get comfortable. I set the boys out in the living room and came back to Melissa. She’s been through an ordeal tonight, and looking at the time, it’s three a.m. so I’m guessing we’re all going to be sleeping through tomorrow. Turning my head to face the window, I glance outside, the moon lighting up the inside of my dark room. Melissa snores beside me before flipping onto her stomach. Throwing the sheet off me, I swing my legs over the bed, running my hand through my hair while I make my way to my door. Peering out into the hallway, the darkness blinding any sight I may have hoped for, I curse under my breath. I tried to get the boys to leave a kitchen light on like I do every time but Hella said he couldn’t sleep unless it was pitch black.
Probably reminds him of home.
Hell is black isn’t it?
Breathing out a fresh breath of air, I begin walking toward where I know the kitchen is, putting my hands out on the wall to guide my way. “Shit,” I whisper, running my hands over what I’m wearing. I forgot to put pants on, leaving me in my hot pink lace boy shorts and a short white tank top that hugs me like a second skin. “Please stay asleep.” I continue feeling the wall, deciding to head straight for the fridge to get a bottled water and make it back to my bedroom as quickly and as quietly as possible.
My hand presses against the rim of the wall that curves around taking you to the kitchen. I round the corner skimming past the cupboards until my fingers touch the cold surface of the fridge. Scrunching my eyes, I slowly open the fridge door, the light shining from it blinding my sight. Quickly snatching the bottled water, I take it out slowly, trying not to make the plastic bag it’s sitting on ruffle.
“Fuck,” a low growl sounds from the kitchen island. I snap my head up to find Beast standing there in nothing but gym shorts that stop at his knees. His back is turned to me and by the position of his arm, I’m guessing he has his fist in his mouth. The light from the fridge casting shadows over his ripped back muscles. And when I say ripped, I mean ripped as in he just stepped off the cover of a Men’s Fitness magazine. Gliding my eyes over his back, down the trail of muscle that leads to the rim of his shorts where two dimples sit on his lower back. I bring my eyes back up to his arms, his muscles flexing. This man works every single muscle on his defined body. Where does he find the time? He has two sleeve tattoos, his patch tattoo sitting proudly over his back and the numbers 316 tattooed behind his neck. 316? I wonder what that means.
“Beast?” I clear my throat. “Sorry, I was hoping you wouldn’t wake up. I needed water. I’ll leave.” Taking the bottle out of the fridge, I go to shut the fridge door when I see his body turn to face me in the corner of my eye. Pausing, I turn my head to him slowly, his eyes running over my body in dark pools of need. When he begins trailing them back up my body, I hold my breath until his stare comes back to mine. Letting out my breath slowly, his eyes lock on mine.
I tilt my head and turn toward him. “Okay, I’m leaving.”
“Good idea,” he growls, placing his fists on the kitchen counter, his head hanging between his shoulders.
“Bro, what the…” Hella walks in, scratching his head. He too is standing in nothing but gray sweats that hang loosely off his hips. His muscled, tanned chest on display for anyone to see. He’s ripped too, not as big as Beast, but still larger than average. He has tattoos all over his body, one is a script that runs over his ribs, like a scripture of some sort in cursive writing.
“Shit,” I whisper. I imagine this is what a girl’s wet dream would be like.
Beast swings around to face Hella, so fast I almost miss it, pushing his chest and pointing to the living room. “Get the fuck back.”
Hella’s eyebrows quirk before his attention lands on me. Understanding sets into his eyes as they slowly rake over my body. I cringe, turning bright red, quickly slamming the fridge door to stop his help of vision.
“Ouch! All right, fuck. Damn. I mean… I knew she was hot but that body? You’re a little undercover aren’t you Meadow.”
“Fuck off.”
Their bickering is in the darkness, so I slowly begin my trek back to my room, feeling out the walls in front of me. I’m skimming over the soft hallway walls when a body pushes up against my back. Closing my eyes, I hold my breath.
“See, I can’t just let you go to bed now,” his voice growls into the side of my neck, setting a sensation to ripple straight between my thighs.