“Wait,” I laugh before stopping. “Sorry, I’m not laughing at you, but Melissa you can’t blame the guy. You were obviously not an Old Lady if he was doing you up against a wall. So at the time, he probably thought you were a whore. If he was thinking at all. I don’t think he remembers, though.”
She shakes her head. “Doesn’t matter, I still hate him. I’m going to hit it early tonight. Maybe we can cause some havoc tomorrow?” She smirks, taking a stand from the couch.
“Yeah, maybe we can.”
After she has made her way upstairs, I take the remote and change the channel to the Crime Investigation channel, pulling the throw blanket over me and lying down on the sofa, the soft plush wool sending me into a spiral of deep sleep.
A breeze of ice slides over my legs and I sit up instantly, looking around the room to find Beast picking me up from the sofa, the breeze coming from the fallen throw blanket.
“Hey,” I smile lazily at him, trying to keep my eyes open but struggling to fight the itchy, heavy dryness throbbing off them.
Bringing his face down to mine, he runs his lips across my cheek, the soft, warm cushions igniting a roll of comfort deep in my belly.
“Hey, baby. Sorry, I took so long.” He carries on his walk up the stairs, lifting me as if I weigh nothing.
I wrap my hands around his thick neck. “It’s okay. I must’ve been tired. I never fall asleep like that.”
Pushing open my bedroom door, he walks in and kicks it closed before placing me back down to my feet. “Are you staying?” I ask, throwing my hair into a messy ponytail and taking my sleep shorts out of my bag.
Removing his MC cut, he places it on one of the bedside tables. “Yeah, that all right?”
“Of course. Give me a minute.”
“Meadow?” he murmurs, a smirk pulling at his lips.
“Mmm?” I ask, tilting my head at him.
“I’ve had my mouth on that sweet pussy, baby. I think I can handle you getting changed in front of me.”
“Right,” I mumble, fidgeting with the short silk shorts I have in my hand. Sliding my thumbs under my jeans, I pop off the button and slowly shimmy out of my skinny jeans, making sure I don’t meet his eyes.
Once down, I throw my silk shorts on, reach behind my back, unclip my bra and get into bed. I should have a shower, but I’m too tired.
I didn’t notice that he hadn’t moved until I’m snuggling into the blankets. Scanning his eyes, he runs his tongue over his bottom lip before pulling his black shirt off, leaving him in his jeans and his impressive six-pack. It’s not just a six-pack, though—it’s a whole lot of pack.
Before I realize what I’m doing, I sigh into the blankets and he laughs, throwing his head back while unbuckling his belt buckle.
Pulling the blankets away from my mouth, I lean up on my elbow. “What happened?”
Tilting his head, he raises his eyebrows. “What? My scar?”
I nod my head while he turns the bedside lamp off and slides under the covers with me. “This is a big story, but I know you’re ready for it.”
My palms sweat, my stomach aches and my head is pounding. “What do you mean? Oh God, this is awful. I thought things didn’t go bump in the night, you only ever see that in movies,” I answer, running my sweaty palms over my forehead. I’m going to need that shower. His story breaks my heart into two.
“I am what goes bump in the night, Meadow. And if it wasn’t you, no-one would want me under their bed.
“Why me?” I ask softly. “Why am I different?”
His face turns to mine, the shadow of the moonlight casting over his strong jaw and plump lips. “Are you really going to ask me that like you don’t know?”
Swallowing down, I nod my head. “I guess. I just, I’m so confused about us. What is this here? What are we doing? And why did I not get a say in it,” I scoff, bringing my eyes up to the ceiling.
“Does it matter? All that matters is that this feels right. God, I haven’t felt this way about a woman before, and there have been a few.”
“Nope. You’re going to need to stop. I get that you have a past, but I don’t want to hear about it or see it if that’s okay with you.”
“One of those is going to be a little tricky,” he answers.
Bringing my eyes back to him, I huff. “Which one, Beast?”
“The see it part. A couple of the girls hang around here a little.”
I laugh, turning onto my side to face him. “Beast, I don’t care about the sweet butts.”
He laughs. “Well, she’s not exactly a club whore. She handles all the club whores and manages our strip joint in town. I can handle her.”