Chapter 11 – Belle
CHAPTER ELEVEN
BELLE
The bar is still silent. It’s like one of those scenes from a movie; the bar staff and customers are looking back and forth to see who strikes first. Turns out they didn’t have to wait long, because the guy I’m currently clung to swings around, slamming me against the side of the booth.
“Ow, fuck,” I cry out as I fall to the floor with a thud. It all happens in a bit of blur. Beast is there in an instant, and I swear I see him physically pick up the guy that just dropped me like a sack of potatoes and throw him across the bar. Like the guy actually flies. I hear glass smashing and grunts, and from trying to avoid getting trod on, I’ve curled into the foetal position. I feel hands scoop me up, and I scream. “Get off me!” I punch their chest, my eyes still firmly squeezed shut.
“Calm down beautiful, it’s me,” Beast reassures.
I open my eyes. “Oh, sorry,” I apologise. He doesn’t respond. He just continues to carry me out of the bar. Stopping by his bike, he places me down on my feet and sweeps his eyes down my body. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask.
“I’m checking you are not hurt,” he answers sternly.
“Oh,” I sigh.
“Why?” he asks.
“Why what?” I counter. He raises his brow, and that gets my back up. “Why did we come out on a girls’ night without you guys? I don’t know, maybe to have a little freedom,” I yell.
“Why this?” He gestures to my outfit.
“Please tell me you didn’t just make a comment on what I am wearing?” I fume. “It shouldn’t matter what I wear. If I don’t want to be touched. I. Don’t. Want. To. Be. Touched,” I growl, feeling my anger rising. “We all made an effort. We came out to have fun to enjoy ourselves. What we are wearing has fuck all to do with it!”
“Who touched you?” Beast asks quietly.
I frown. “What?”
“Who touched you?” he asks again, his voice low and menacing.
I tuck my hair back behind my ear. “Oh um, the guy Star was pummelling,” I answer.
“You stay here,” he snaps before he storms back inside the bar.
“Oh shit,” I mutter and run behind him. “Beast! Leave it,” I yell after him. At the same time, the others start coming towards us. Beast stops and asks Ghost something. He nods in the direction of the back of the bar. Ghost, Cash, Rage, and Hawk go with him, while Star, Maggie, Josie, and Dixie head towards me. “Where are they going?” I ask. Star places her hands on my shoulders and turns me back around, guiding me back outside. “What is going on?” I ask.
Star shrugs. “They are just clearing up a few things,” she answers.
“How did they even know where we were?” Josie asks.
Star holds out her phone and shows us a text message from Queenie. “She ratted us out. That’s why she took the picture.” She smirks, rolling her eyes.
I frown. “But why?” I ask, confused.
The guys come back out, and Beast’s white T-shirt is covered in blood splatter. My mouth hangs open. They all look pissed off, apart from Hawk who is finding this whole thing hilarious.
“Man, that felt good. We haven’t had a brawl like that in ages.” Hawk sighs. “And Star, the knuckle dusters are a nice touch,” he compliments.
Ghost practically growls at Hawk, and he holds his hands up in surrender.
“We should have fucking killed them for what they did,” Rage growls. My eyes go wide.
“Oh my god, you were going to kill them?” I ask, shocked.
“No!” Rage snaps. “Ghost wouldn’t allow it, and I’m only a pinkie away from a complete set,” he grumbles.
“Huh?” I ask, confused.
“Nothing,” Beast snaps. “Get on the bike,” he says as he swings his leg over his bike.
I fold my arms across my chest. “I’m not getting on the back of your bike,” I refuse.
I watch as the others climb onto the back of their partners bikes. “Dixie, give me the keys. I will drive the truck back,” I say, holding out my hand.
“You can’t. You’ve had too much to drink. Now get your fucking ass on the back of my bike,” Beast growls.
It must be the drink making me brave. I shake my head no. “No, not after what you said,” I say, shaking my head. Everyone else is just sat there watching.
Beast pinches the bridge of his nose. “Okay, what did I say?” he asks with frustration.
“Well, it’s not so much what you said, but it’s what you implied. That I should expect the trouble, because of what I’m wearing,” I state.
“Oh Beast, you didn’t,” Star snaps.
Beast gets off his bike and stands in front of me. “I asked why, because I wanted to know if you dressed up for someone else. I couldn’t give a shit if you wanted to go for a drink in a fucking bikini, but next time, you do it when I’m there, because there are assholes like that guy in there that think they can look, touch and take what they want, no matter what you fucking wear. You are fucking beautiful, and there are scumbags that will take their chance. They will go too far, and they won’t give a shit,” he snaps back.
I stare up at him, unable to form the words I want to say. Instead, I reach up and grab fistfuls of his T-shirt before I press my mouth to his. His arms wrap around my body as he deepens the kiss.
“Okay, now I know why Queenie ratted us out.” Star laughs.
I don’t go back to my room. Beast takes me to his. I stand there, awkwardly not knowing what to do while he pulls out one of his T-shirts. I take it. “You know I could grab my own pyjamas from my room,” I point out.
“I know,” he answers.
I nod and turn, walking into his bathroom to change. I close the door behind me and let out a long breath. The confidence I had at the bar has long evaporated. I undress and pull on his black oversized T-shirt. It has a small Black Hearts MC patch on the breast, and it’s so big for me, it comes down to mid-thigh and the sleeves are hanging down past my elbows. I fill the sink up to wash my face and remove my make-up. The last thing I want to do is wake up in the morning looking like the Joker from Batman. I pat my face dry, thankful that most of the make-up has come off. I squeeze a bit of his toothpaste on my finger and rub it around my teeth, trying to freshen up my stale breath.
“Okay, you’ve got this,” I whisper to my reflection in the mirror.
I pause for a moment with my hand on the handle, before I open the door and walk back into the room, only to see Beast laid there in bed, his bare tattooed chest on display.
Oh shit, this is it. Why am I so nervous? It’s just a guy. It’s just a penis. That’s all it is, I repeat in my head.
I walk to the bed, trying to not act flustered. He pulls back the covers for me to climb in, and I give him a small smile before I slide in next to him. Not sure which way I should face, I decide to lay on my back. Beast thankfully moves and rolls me so that he is spooning me from behind.
“Goodnight, beautiful,” he says softly.
I open my mouth. “Er, goodnight,” I reply. He drapes his arm over my waist, holding me close. I lay there for a while, wondering what the hell is going on, until my eyes become heavy, and I begin to drift off to sleep.
I awake the next morning to find myself sprawled over Beast like a human blanket. I lift my head and squint, looking around the room. The memories from last night quickly begin to flood back, and I try to move, but Beast’s arm tightens around me.
“Where are you going?” he asks, his eyes still closed, his voice thick with sleep.
“Bathroom,” I answer.
He sleepily grunts and releases his hold. I go to the bathroom and my hair is a wild mess. There isn’t anything I can do about it here. Once I’m done, I open the bathroom door quietly, and peer across to see if Beast is still asleep; he is. I decide to try and creep to the door and leave, avoiding that awkward morning after. Even though nothing happened.
I make it to the door and look over my shoulder, checking that Beast is still asleep. I sigh, relieved that he is, and slowly turn the handle.
“Why are you leaving?” he asks. I freeze and look over at him, his sleepy eyes half-open, staring at me.
“I er, figured you were still asleep. I didn’t want to disturb you. So, I’m going to go back to my room,” I gesture.
He lifts the covers. “Come here,” he demands. I release the handle and climb back into bed with Beast. He pulls me to him, positioning us so that my head is resting in the crook of his shoulder. He places a kiss on top of my head, and his hand begins to lazily stroke up and down my arm, while I lay there with every muscle tense. “Relax darlin’.” He yawns. I just tense up more. He moves, rolling me onto my back and leans over me, his eyes searching my face.
“What?” I ask.
“Seeing if you are there yet,” he states.
“There what?” I ask.
He smiles, and my eyes drop to his mouth. “If you’re asking, then you’re not.”
“Maybe it’s because I’m tired, maybe it’s because I’m in a guy’s bed, one that I like, and I have made it obvious that I like him, that I want him, and he still refuses to make a move on me,” I snap. I can’t help it. “For fuck’s sake! Will you just stop with the cryptic shit and just explain to me in simple words what it is exactly you want from me? Because one minute your tongue is in my mouth, and then the next, you’re leaving me after teasing me to the point I need to masturbate. Then you call me beautiful, and say the sweetest things. Then you invite me into your bed, and I think okay, this is it. But noooo! It’s where we do nothing but sleep!” I rant.
He looks down at me, an amused expression on his face. “You want me to fuck you?” he asks.
I roll my eyes. “By Joe, now he’s getting it.”
“Darlin’, I know you want me to fuck you. I know if I was to touch you right now, you would be soaked.” He smirks.
“Then why the hell won’t you fuck me?” I ask, exasperated.
“Because when I fuck you, I’m not pulling out. When I fuck you, I won’t be wearing a fucking condom. When your tight little pussy clamps around my cock milking me, I will be making sure I’m buried so fucking deep inside you, that your body takes my seed,” he admits.
Why does that turn me on? At this point, I am so wet, he may need to change the sheets. “Uh, so you want me pregnant?” I ask, my voice breaking. My mouth has gone dry, probably because all the moisture in my body is apparently now between my legs.
He smiles. “Darlin’, now you are getting it. I told you that you were mine,” he says, cupping my face while slowly stroking his thumb over my bottom lip. “But I’m not going to trap you. I ain’t no fucking asshole. When you realise I am it for you, then darlin’, I am going to fuck you for hours, filling you with my cum,” he rasps.
My heart is beating faster than the bass in a hardcore dance track. “I, I…” I stutter.
He frowns. “Darlin’, you ain’t ready, and that’s okay,” he assures.
I close my eyes and sigh. “I have never, um, had...”
He frowns. “Had what, an orgasm?” he asks.
I shake my head no. “No, well I have given myself them, but I have never...”
“If there is anything you want to try darlin’, I am happy to teach you.” He winks.
“No, not, well,” I stutter, finding it hard to get my words out.
“Darlin’, what is it?” he presses.
I close my eyes. “I’ve never had penetrative sex,” I breathe.
I squint my eyes open, and his face is confused. “You talking about anal?” he asks. I shake my head no. He moves, sitting up against the headboard. “But when we picked you up from your house, you were tied to the bed with that little prick,” he states.
I sit up and face him, even though I am dying inside with embarrassment. How many 24 year old virgins are there? “He was going to be my first. I lied to him. Well, I didn’t lie. I just didn’t tell him. I was just so fed up of being a 24 year old virgin, so I just figured I would get it over with. He suggested doing some stuff. I had read Fifty Shades, and I had some idea, but then I freaked out, and that’s when you guys came in,” I admit. He doesn’t say anything for a while, and it has my anxiety reaching whole new levels. “Will you just say something?” I press.
“You ever been touched?” he asks. “You ever had a guy’s mouth on your pussy?” he growls. His jaw is set tight, and he looks pissed off.
I fiddle with my hands and look down, feeling embarrassed. It’s like I’m being told off, like some naughty kid. “Uh, Kyle touched me over my panties, but he never, er, put anything inside me. But I’ve given blow jobs before,” I say on a positive note.
“You came to me practically naked. You had this confidence,” he mutters, as if talking things over to himself.
“Yeah, I’m good at putting that on, but then I freak out when it actually comes to anything.” I shrug.
“How? How in the fuck have you never been fucked?” he asks.
“You know I’m a daughter of a mob boss, right? The boys didn’t exactly throw themselves to date me. I constantly had a bodyguard watching over me. It’s only been since Dad’s been inside that I’ve really had some freedom,” I admit. He sits there staring at me, his face a mixture of shock and something else. I’m not sure what.
“I don’t know what to do about this,” he says honestly.
I flinch. “I’m sorry. You don’t know what to do about what? Me?” I get up off the bed and grab my clothes off the chair. “I will make this really easy on you. You don’t have to worry about this.” I gesture, pointing at myself. “I am done. Go find some other bitch you can fucking fertilise!” I yell. I storm out of his room and walk straight into mine, slamming the door hard.
Needing to get out of here, I quickly change into my running clothes. People don’t think I run because of my size, but it’s something I love to do when I need to clear my head. I put on my headphones and make sure the volume is turned up high. I walk past Beast’s room, not giving it a second glance. I don’t see anyone else as I leave. I jog out of the gates and along the quiet road, my heavy rock playlist fuelling my angry energy, making me run faster and push myself harder than I normally would.
I turn off the busy road I find myself on, and turn down a dirt track, needing a more quiet and peaceful run. Eventually it comes to a dead end, and deciding I should probably just jog back, I turn and run back down along the dirt track toward the main road. A grey SUV is driving towards me at some speed, the tyres kicking up dust and gravel. I frown, because they don’t appear to be slowing down. They continue to drive towards me at a hurtling speed.
I wave, hoping to get their attention to slow down, but they don’t. I have nowhere to go apart from diving into the bushes. “Hey!” I scream as they approach, and with no more options, I jump and dive into the bushes for safety as the SUV speeds past me. I hiss in pain as the sharp needles on the bushes scratch and cut me. I move, getting to my feet. I turn back around and see the SUV in the distance has stopped at the end of the road. Not wanting to hang around, I start running, my legs protesting from the 2 mile run I had taken to get here.
I keep checking over my shoulder to see if the SUV has turned around and is heading my way. I breathe a sigh of relief when I don’t see it. I still keep up the pace, wanting to get back to the busier road for safety. I can see the road just up ahead. I slow my pace slightly, feeling more at ease, but that is short lived when I hear the sound of a speeding SUV coming up behind me. This time I don’t try to wave them down. They are coming too fast.
I immediately dive out of the way, cringing as the bushes and thorns cut into my skin further. “Shit!” I hiss through my teeth. I hear tyres screeching and horns beeping as the truck pulls out onto the busy road, cutting up other vehicles. I scramble to my feet and begin to jog back, this time limping slightly, as I must have gone over on my ankle slightly when I tried to dive out of the way.
It takes me twice as long to make it back to the club. As I run through the metal gate, the door to the club swings open, slamming against the wall.
Beast walks out towards me, a furious expression on his face. It soon softens when he sees the state of me. He stops in front of me, reaching out to help me. “What the fuck happened?” he asks. I slap his hand away, not wanting his help. “Belle,” he says.
I ignore him and continue to limp my way to the club.
“Belle, what the fuck happened?!” he repeats, yelling.
I limp into the club and Ghost, Star, and Spider are stood at the bar. Star looks at me, her eyes wide as she rushes over. “What the hell?!” she asks, taking my arm and helping me to the couch. I sit down, wincing.
“Someone tried running me down,” I say as I remove my headphones and place them down next to me. Spider hands me a glass of water, which I take and down it. Panting, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
“What the fuck do you mean, someone tried running you down?” Beast asks.
I ignore him completely.
Star looks from me to him, not asking questions about the situation between me and Beast. “So, tell us exactly what happened,” she presses.
I nod. “I went for a run to clear my head. I turned off the main road, as I just wanted somewhere quiet. I jogged down this dirt track, but it was a dead end, so I turned back around to jog back. There was a grey SUV, they drove at me full speed, and at first, I thought they hadn’t seen me, so I shouted and waved. When I realised they weren’t going to slow down or stop, I had to jump out of the way, so I dove into some thorny bushes. They then turned around and did it again, before they pulled out into traffic, nearly causing a pile up,” I explain.
“Spider, call Rage and get him over with Dixie to check Belle out. Beast, send a message to the others to get here now,” Ghost orders.
Beast leans down and places his hand on the base of my neck, attempting to give me an affectionate squeeze, but I shrug him off.
Star raises her brow, probably wondering what the hell is going on. “Uh guys, give us a minute, would you? Maybe go and grab the first aid box and some ice for her ankle,” Star suggests. She looks behind me and once it’s quiet, she sits up and crosses her arms over her chest, ready to chastise me.
I hold my hand up. “Don’t. I cannot be assed to go into things right now.”
“Well, unlucky for you, you don’t get a fucking choice. Now, tell me what the fuck is going on between you and Beast, because last night you both seemed to be hitting it off. I expected you to be walking like John Wayne this morning, but instead, you are sat here, looking like you’ve been a scratching post for a bunch of cats!”
I sigh and give in. I know she won’t leave it alone until I tell her, so I explain all of it. “Can you keep that to yourself? I’m not the type of person to share my personal shit.”
She nods. “Uh-huh,” she says, nodding. “And you are definitely a virgin? Because you really don’t come across as one.”
I snort. “What am I supposed to be? Some kind of nervous nerd that doesn’t speak to people, hiding away in a library or some shit?” I ask, laughing.
“Yeah, pretty much.” She smirks. “Look, if I understood where Beast was coming from, I could help explain shit to you, but as they say, women are Venus, and bikers are from...” She pauses. “Well, they are a whole different breed of man. I think, maybe the devil procreated with the most beautiful woman to create bikers. Hot, downright dirty, and a whole lot of trouble.” She laughs. “But seriously, you like him, he likes you, there shouldn’t be all this confusion and tension.” She shrugs.
“Was it that simple for you and Ghost?” I ask her, knowing damn well it wasn’t.
She looks away. “Er, did you hear what I said about bikers?” She laughs. “They have a way of their own.” She smirks. “Plus, you know I may not have made it easy for him.” She shrugs.
“Yeah, but I bet he didn’t want to impregnate you straight away. I mean, I’m supposed to just give up my virginity with the possibility of getting pregnant straight away, so we can’t do the normal, fun couple sex thing, because I will just get huge and want to eat like an elephant,” I complain.
“Well, here is a neat idea. Why don’t you tell him what you just told me, and maybe go from there?” she suggests.
“Yeah well, after how he said about dealing with this, I don’t think I want to discuss or even think about letting him put his thing anyway near me.” I laugh, covering my face. “God, how is this such a mess?” I groan.
“Again, do you not listen to me at all?” she jokes. “Shh, they’re coming back. Just stick to your guns, but also be nice, because I hear Beast has a huge cock,” she whispers. “Aww, thanks babe,” she says as Ghost hands her some ice.
I stare at her wide eyed. “Oh my god, seriously?” I hiss. She throws her head back, laughing while nodding. My first thought is, how will it even fit?