“I don’t know if I’m Old Lady material, Beast,” I begin, his eyebrows draw together as his stare deepens, his dark eyes seeping into my blue.
“I just want you to try. Give us a shot… a proper shot.”
Licking my lips, I pull the side of it into my mouth and nod my head. “Okay. I’ll try, but I can’t guarantee I’ll be good at it.”
A wide white-toothed smile comes on full display across his beautiful face, making one come onto mine to match his. He picks me up with the one arm that is wrapped around my waist. Bringing his other hand up to behind my neck, he pulls my face down to his, kissing me softly before bringing his face back to search my eyes once again. “You just made me the happiest man in the world.”
I laugh, wrapping my legs around his waist. I take hold of his face between my hands and lay two little quick kisses on his lips. “You have no idea, how happy you make me, Beast. No idea,” I answer, smiling back at him.
“Come on,” he says, biting playfully on my lip. “We’ll take a shower then come back out tonight to shot some arrows.”
I nod my head, excitement thrashing through me. “In the dark?”
He nods, placing me back down to my feet. “In the dark.”
Lacing my fingers with his, I point to the room. “Should we put some clothes on before stepping out?”
He laughs, shaking his head. “Nah babe, no-one will fuck with you. Trust me. They won’t even bat an eye in your direction.”
“Okay, good.” I guess I don’t have to worry about him, there’s no woman here to perve at him. He looks so damn edible. Wearing nothing but low Nike sweat pant drawstring shorts and high-top shoes, a light moan slips from my mouth and his body stiffens. “Did you just eye fuck me?”
I nod my head. “I did.”
Shaking his head, he pulls me under his arm and kisses my head. “Let’s make this quick, I need you naked playing bad bitch on my dick again.”
“Only bad for you,” I answer with a smirk and he growls into my hair. “Damn straight only for me.”
Walking out of the gym, we make our way to the clubhouse, the cold air whipping my skin like a bucket of ice being thrown over me. I wrap my arms around myself, attempting to cover my skin. The little sports bra and black spandex shorts don’t seem like a good idea now.
“Bet you wish you never bought these now?” I ask, my teeth jittering under the temperature drop, or maybe it’s because my body keeps changing from hot to cold.
He pulls me in close. “Sorry, baby.”
Once we hit his bike that’s parked in a line with all the rest of them, a tall, brunette woman saunters out of the clubhouse and stops in her tracks when she sees us. Beast clenches his jaw together tightly and points to his bike. “Wait here.” I nod my head, leaning against his bike as he marches up to the beautiful woman that’s standing in front of him. I watch her closely when suddenly her eyes rake his body up and down with a smile on her mouth and my hackles stand up straight, my shoulders square before I tilt my head at her, watching her movements. My palms sweat and my body shivers. Her face drops and she looks to me, her eyes narrowing, eying me up and down and I cringe inwardly. I hate confrontation, but if someone hit me or came at me, I wouldn’t back down. I will never let someone walk all over me ever again.
Beast turns in his steps and the woman retreats into the clubhouse in a huff. He reaches me and his face changes, a smile pulling at his mouth. “Come on. Back to that shower.”
“Who was that?” I ask, not letting it go.
“Shelby,” he answers, handing me the helmet.
“And she is…?” I take the helmet from him and pull it over my head.
“Not important,” he answers in a clipped tone.
“Don’t bullshit me, Beast. You know what I mean.”
“Yes, I have fucked her… a few times… but not for a while. Happy?”
I smile. “No, but thank you for being honest with me. Now I’m not in the dark. Tell me everything, Beast. Even if you think I can’t handle it, I need to know. Especially about your ex-whores. It’s too embarrassing to not know, they’ll assume they have one up on me if they think I don’t know.”
He swings his leg over and I jump on behind him, pulling myself up against him tightly.
He runs his thumb over my hand. “I’ll always tell you, baby. I promise.”
With that, he kick starts the bike and we make our way back to the house Melissa and I are sharing.
After our shower, I walk out to the bedroom where Beast is sitting on the side of the bed, tying up his combat boots.