We set off out of the underground parking garage of my apartment and on the highway. The bike’s rumble growling underneath me, bringing me to life. In this very moment, I’m happy. So happy, I’m about to uproot my entire life so I can be with this man every day. Squeezing my arms around him, I rest my head against the cut that sits proudly on his back and let the ride consume me.
Pulling into the bright lights of Las Vegas, he pulls off and takes a right turn, down a street that has desert mountains placed around the road. The sun is setting, letting off soft orange hues with flecks of yellow through the sky, radiating off my skin. He keeps driving a few more miles until we pull to a stop and when I look out in front of me, my breath catches in my throat. I swing my leg off his bike, removing the clip from my helmet. I give it back to him and fluff my hair up.
“It’s beautiful here,” I say truthfully. He leans against his bike and looks at me sideways, nudging his head toward himself. I follow his instructions and walk to him, leaning against his chest, admiring the bright lights of Sin City.
His lips press on the back of my head and I let out a sigh, my muscles relaxing. I’m an addict when it comes to Beast, he brings out a side of me that I never knew existed. Makes me feel things I never thought I could feel, and has shown me things I never thought I’d see. I love this man, with all my being.
His hands run down the front of my shirt and to the band of my jeans, his thumb circling my bare stomach, setting off shivers all over my body. My chest rises and falls deeply and I squeeze my eyes closed before turning in his arms. He looks down at me, no play in his expression, his eyes dark and hooded but holding nothing but complete sincerity. That stare has my heart fluttering in my chest.
Running my hands up to his neck, I smile. “Are you okay?”
After clenching his jaw a few times, he lets out a small smile. “Yeah baby, just happy is all.”
“You stare at people like that every time you’re happy?” I ask with a smile.
He scoffs. “I’ve never been this happy, so I wouldn’t know.”
Pulling my lip into my mouth, I squirm and his eyes narrow. “What is it?”
I shake my head and laugh. “This is all a bit cheesy, but—”
He laughs, pulling me into him, the length of his dick rubbing against me. “Try me.”
“It’s just… I’ve been thinking. Well, I’ve thought about it I should say, and I sort of already put things in line for it to happen.”
He doesn’t move, egging me to carry on.
“I want to wake up with you every day, too,” I whisper, pulling my lips into my mouth, his eyes dart to my cheeks and I let go. I forget that he loves the sight of my dimples, but maybe I also like using them against him. He drives me insane with want and need, if I can do it just by making my deformities appear, I will.
“Wait,” he looks at me sideways with a smirk. “Are you saying yes to moving in with me?” His eyes light up and a full white tooth grin comes in display, showing me just how breathtaking he is, which is dangerous.
Nodding my head, I smile. “Yes, Yeah, I—” The air pushes out of me as he picks me up with ease. I wrap my legs around him and he looks up at me with a smile. “Fuck, you have no idea how fucking happy you’ve just made me.”
I smile, pushing my lips against his softly and pulling back. “I think I have an idea,” I reply honestly.
He smirks, his hand running up my back softly. “You know,” he says, biting down on my nipple through my tight white T-shirt. “I’ve had this itch that I’ve been needing to scratch for a while.”
“Oh?” I ask, head tilted. “And what is that?”
He cups my pussy from behind. “Fucking you on my bike with nothing but that jacket on,” he growls into my neck, the vibrations tickling over my collarbone. I smile, glancing around at our surroundings to find us completely alone and shaded. With the sun almost setting and the bright lights of Sin City beaming from a distance, I let the devil have his way with me.
Two Months Later
“Layla!” I shout from the bar at the little monster that’s been stuck to me since I moved here two months ago.
“Coming…” She laughs, pushing away the new prospect that Beast recruited last month. He had to find a fill-in for Nyx and his name is Rorschach. Yeah, don’t ask about the name. The funniest thing is his real name—Tim. When you look at him, he doesn’t look like a Tim. Therefore, he suits his name.
Layla laughs, running to me, her long hair swishing in the air and her pearly smile lighting up the place like a breath of fresh air in between all the biker smells. Not my biker, he still smells delicious. Beast was right, Asha did let Blood Razors take her instead of Layla, but Layla says that there’s nothing to worry about where Asha and Tiny are concerned. The man is obsessed with her.