“Jesus Christ!” I whisper, my hand covering my chest.
They all sit there dumbfounded, their eyes scanning over my body slowly, each of them making it obvious what they’re looking at.
Beast walks in, staring at them before bringing his eyes to me. “Do I need to remind you fuckers that she’s mine? And that the next person who looks at her like that will be eating their own cock for a week.”
They all chuckle and turn back to the television.
“Hey baby,” he whispers, walking to me in all his beautiful glory. He puts a spin on handsome.
“Hey,” I answer, reaching up to him on my tippy toes to give him a kiss. “Where’d you go this morning?”
“I just had to make sure things were under control back at the compound.”
“Oh, okay,” I answer, glancing around the room. “Where’s Melissa?”
He pulls me into him, covering my body with his. “She’s with Jada. She doesn’t want to go home yet. I’ll take you to see them before we leave.”
“Where are we going? I thought you had… you know, today?”
“That’s later. I want to show you my house so you know how to get there next weekend.” He smirks, running his hand down my back before cupping my ass and squeezing it. “Get changed.”
I walk out the door, after opting for skinny jeans, Chuck Taylors, and my tight white T-shirt with the leather jacket Beast bought me over the top. Fluffing up my hair, I put on my Aviator sunglasses, stopping in my tracks. “Are we going on the bike now?” I ask when I see Beast already straddling it. He brings his face to mine, wearing jeans, black combat boots, white T-shirt with the club logo on it and his cut over top. His hair is a little longer now sitting in a fine bundle of mess on his head.
“Yeah.” He smiles, slipping on his gloves.
Walking over to his bike, the excitement is running through me like a bundle of waves.
“Jesus,” he whispers. “I love that you love riding, baby.” I smile, swinging my leg behind him and clutching onto his waist. “And by God, I swear I’m going to fuck you on this bike one day with nothing but that leather jacket on.” He smirks before kick starting the bike to life and we roll out of there.
After Meadow had checked on Melissa, we got back on the road to head into town. I live in Summerlin West, so it’s about a fifteen-twenty minute drive from the strip. Me and my pops bought the house a few years back and kept it there. We tossed around whether I should just get tenants in to rent it because I wasn’t looking at spending a lot of time there, but ended up moving all my shit in any way.
The clubhouse is situated on the north side of Las Vegas.
We pull into my driveway and I turn off my bike, removing my helmet. Meadow removes her hands from my shoulders and swings off the bike, keeping her eyes on the white home in front of her. She whips her head to me, a smile playing on her lips. “Beast, it’s beautiful.”
“What were you expecting?” I ask with a crooked grin. “A barn?”
She laughs, cheeks turning a light shade of red. “I guess, maybe a little.” Her lip pulls into her mouth, her dimples sinking deep inside her cheeks, and I have to readjust myself before swinging my leg off. She has a direct line to my cock that’s for sure. Bringing her here, is me showing her what I am outside of the club. I don’t want her leaving Vegas thinking that all I have to offer her is my rowdy, psychopathic brothers. That’s hers for the taking protection wise, but I needed to show her another side to me as well, a side that I haven’t shown any woman.
Tucking her under my arm, I squeeze her into me and place a gentle kiss on the top of her head. “Come on.”
An hour later, we’re laying out in the sun in the back yard under the old oak tree that sits in the corner. Her head lies over my leg with my other propped up resting my arm on it. I wipe some of her hair away from her face as her eyes peer up at me from her position.
“I love it here,” she whispers, taking her eyes back to the house. There’s a porch in the back that has nothing on it. It’s still bare. I don’t spend a lot of time here, more time at the clubhouse so it hasn’t got a home touch to it yet but it has potential. “Love it enough to move?” I ask with a smile.
She rolls her eyes, flipping onto her stomach, her hand shielding the afternoon sun from peering into those eyes. I didn’t know it back then. But her damn eyes pulled me in, they fucked me, and now they own me.
“My job, Beast. I have a life outside of being on lock down with you.”
I laugh. “But I like having you here. Fuck, I don’t want you to go.”