Chapter 20 – Belle
CHAPTER TWENTY
BELLE
“So, what do you think is going on for them to make us stay here again?” Maggie asks while we are all sat outside, enjoying the sunshine. It’s a vast difference to the weather I drove in the night before.
“No idea. Ghost played the club business card, but I’m guessing it’s to do with who they have been looking for these past few weeks.” Star shrugs as she hands Enzo some strawberry to munch on. Him and Maisy are sat in a little pop-up baby tent to shield them from the sun. Star looks over at me, lifting her sunglasses. “But that isn’t what is important. We need to know how last night was?” she asks, smiling wide.
I smile and tuck my hair back behind my ear. “It was incredible,” I admit.
“Incredible, wow. Beast must have pulled out all the moves.” Josie laughs.
“I’m not sure about moves, as I have nothing to compare it to, but whatever he did, it was absolutely amazing.” I sigh.
“Wait, what do you mean you have nothing to compare it to?” Maggie questions. Her eyes go wide, and her mouth hangs open. “Oh my god, were you a virgin?” she presses.
“Maggie, that might be arsenal to her, you can’t ask her that,” Dixie argues.
“She means personal,” Star corrects. I nod in understanding, getting used to Dixie’s mash-up of words. “Anyway, we are all women, and we’ve all been there. So come on, spill,” Star demands, shushing Dixie.
“Yes, Beast was my first,” I confirm.
“Holy hell, how are you feeling today? We all know why Beast is called Beast, and it isn’t just because he’s a big boy,” Star states.
I smile. “I feel good, a little sore, but good. Really good, actually.”
“Damn, I wish my first time made me feel good. It was all fingers and fumbling, a slip of the wrong hole, and it was over before I could ask if it was in.” Queenie shudders.
We all laugh. “Well, there would be no guessing whether Beast was in.” I laugh. “Although, the piercing was weird to get used to at first.”
“Hold the fuck up,” Maggie blurts out. “He’s pierced?!”
I nod. “I thought you guys knew that, since you know he’s well equipped.”
They all shake their heads. “We aren’t going to know where he’s pierced. Is it the tip or a Jacob’s ladder?” Star asks.
“The tip,” I confirm.
“Damn, you think you know a guy.” Maggie laughs, shaking her head.
“Um, there is something I want to ask you. I haven’t mentioned it to Beast, but when I went looking for him last night, and I went to the club first, I ran into Spider.” I pause, wondering how best to word it. “And well, when I decided to drive to Beast’s, I was walking through the bar area, creeping so that no one would hear me, and I was surprised to see Spider in the far corner fucking a woman,” I tell them.
Josie shrugs. “That isn’t surprising. I’ve heard they get up to god knows what.”
“It wasn’t that I saw them. It’s that I was so surprised, I froze for a brief moment. That’s when Spider saw me. He smiled and continued to fuck her while staring at me,” I tell them.
They all exchange a look. Star clears her throat. “It’s probably nothing, just some kink he gets off on being watched. I’ve done it and it is kind of hot, but a word of advice, whatever you do, don’t tell Beast, because unless he has given Spider permission, which I doubt he has, he will fuck him up.”
“What have I given Spider permission for?” Beast asks as he comes up behind us. We all jump and he laughs. “Sorry, didn’t realise I was that scary.”
“Errr,” Maggie states, trying to think of something to say.
“Oh hell, just tell them. They will scrap it out and be friends again soon enough. Spider fucked a girl while watching Belle last night. He appeared to enjoy himself,” Queenie tells Beast.
“Queenie!” Star snaps.
“Oh, to hell with it. You all forgave me for grassing you in. He will forgive Spider.” Queenie shrugs, sipping her drink.
“Belle,” Beast says my name in a deep warning. I turn around and greet Beast with a grimace.
“Hi,” I say awkwardly. He stares down at me before storming back inside the house. I turn back around. “Do you think he’s okay with it?” I ask. Suddenly, there is a loud crash and Spider is being thrown through the door, his body rolling down the porch steps like a barrel. “Shit,” I say, scrambling to my feet.
“I would say no,” Star mutters.
Beast stomps down the steps and picks Spider up by the scruff of his neck with one hand while slamming his fist into Spider’s face with the other. “Hey! That’s enough!” Ghost yells, rushing over. He grabs Beast, trying to pull him off Spider. Cash and Hawk join in, trying to break it up. “Rage, any help?” Ghost pants.
Rage stands there, leaning against the rail on the decking. He shrugs. “I would have done the same if it was Dixie.”
Beast uses Ghost’s distraction and slams his fist straight into Spider’s face. Blood splatters as his head whips to the side. “Anders! Stop!” I scream. He looks up, his chest heaving, his fist clenched tight. He lets go of Spider, letting him drop to the floor. Spider groans and curls into a ball. I rush over, crouching down to check on Spider. His lip is all busted open and it looks like his nose might be broken. “Jesus,” I sigh as I look up at Beast. “Why?” I ask.
He glares at me, his chest still panting. “Because you’re mine,” he grits between his teeth before storming off back inside the house.
Once they helped Spider inside, Dixie went about stitching the split above his lip and tried to reset his nose as best she could.
I sit in the corner opposite, staring out of the window. “I am so sorry, Spider. That shouldn’t have happened,” I apologise.
“You don’t need to apologise. He was right,” Spider states.
My gaze snaps to him. “Are you serious?” I ask in disbelief.
He smiles, then hisses in pain from his cut. “Yeah, I knew you were his. I crossed a line,” he explains.
I frown. “But we didn’t do anything. It’s not like you made a move on me. You just like being watched, right?” I ask.
Spider smirks, running his tongue along his bottom lip. “Depends who’s watching.” He winks.
“Oh,” I breathe before standing. “I’m just, I think I’m going to go and find Beast,” I state, mumbling my words, feeling awkward.
“Good idea. You know what they say, never give head angry,” Dixie adds, pulling her gloves off.
I pause in the doorway, smiling. I look at Spider and he shrugs and shakes his head. “You mean never go to bed angry,” he corrects her. “But let’s face it, what you said is still good advice. Ain’t no way I will be putting my dick near an angry bitch’s mouth.” He fake shudders while holding his crotch. I laugh and shake my head, walking off to find Beast.
It doesn’t take me long to find him sat outside on a sun lounger. I stop next to him, and as his eyes come to mine. He grabs my hand before I can speak, pulling me onto his lap. His hand caresses my face, gliding his fingers through my hair, tucking it back behind my ear while coaxing my mouth to his. He kisses me softly, his lips caressing mine, his tongue delicately teasing mine. Breaking the kiss, my eyes open, looking into to his sad blue eyes.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone off like I did. I never want you to see me like that. You never have to fear me, you know that, don’t you?” he states softly.
“I wasn’t scared of you,” I tell him honestly.
His thumb strokes my cheek. “I lost control back there and I never lose control. Ever. What is worse is you were there to witness it. I made a promise to myself that I would never lose control. I would never become my father,” he confesses.
I take his hand in mine, kissing his palm. “You are nothing like your father, do you hear me? I’ve never felt safer than when I’m with you,” I tell him.
His eyes search mine to see if I’m telling him the truth. “Straddle me,” he demands.
I frown, confused. “What?” I ask.
He lifts me off his lap, and he glides his hands up my thighs under my sundress. Grabbing my underwear, he pulls them down, and I place a hand on his shoulder for support. He leans back on the sun lounger, undoing the buttons of his jeans. I watch as he pulls free his already very hard dick.
“Anders!” I gasp, looking around. He reaches for my hip and pulls me toward him.
“Straddle me, darlin’,” he demands.
I do, all the while looking around to make sure that no one is looking. Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I lower myself down. He licks his thumb and glides his hand under the dress, moving it in a circular motion on my clit.
“Oh,” I breathe.
“Now lower yourself on my dick, darlin’,” he orders, all while still moving his thumb. I lower myself down slowly, my body stretching to accommodate him. It’s a painful kind of pleasure. My eyes still dart all around, making sure that no one is looking. “Eyes on mine,” he growls, I look at him, and his jaw is set tight, his lips slightly parted as I take him fully. “Fuck, you feel so damn good. Now ride me, rock your hips, bounce. Do whatever makes you feel good,” he growls.
I bite down on my bottom lip as I begin to rock my hips back and forth, lifting them slightly. He moves his thumb from my clit and grasps my hips firmly in his hands. His eyes are hooded, his face full of pleasure, watching me as I ride his dick. I don’t care if anyone is watching now as pleasure starts to build. I pick up my pace, lifting my ass up and down, my nails digging into his shoulders as I ride him, harder and faster. He groans, his fingers digging into my hips. I can feel my orgasm building. I don’t slow as I chase the pleasure that’s edging closer and closer. The sun lounger squeaks loudly beneath us, but I don’t care. It feels too good to stop now.
“Fuck, you’re close. I can feel it. I need you to cum for me, darlin’. Let me feel you milk my dick,” he growls.
“Yes, yes,” I moan, slamming my hips down hard. “Fuck Anders, I’m, I’m, fuck!” I cry out, arching my back.
He grabs my hips and thrusts himself inside me, groaning as he climaxes. “Fuck!” he roars loudly. I slump forward, trying to get my breath back as my body blissfully relaxes. Resting my head on his shoulder, he wraps his arms around me, stroking his fingers lazily up and down my back. Suddenly, there’s a loud creak, and I squeal as the sun lounger collapses beneath us. We land on the floor with a thump, still connected, his arms holding me securely to him. “Shit,” he groans.
I lift my head from the crook of his neck and look at him, trying my hardest to not laugh uncontrollably. “Are you okay?” I ask, fighting my laughter.
He raises his brow. “Apart from a piece of wood that I think is stabbing me in the ass, I couldn’t be fucking better.” He smiles playfully.
I can’t help it. I start laughing. He does too.
“What in the sexual Olympics happened here?” Star blurts out. We turn to look at her and what looks like the entire club is stood there, all staring at us, all with smiles on their faces.
“Oh god.” I laugh, burying my face in his neck to hide my embarrassment.
He laughs. “Alright. You got your look, now fuck off!” Beast yells at them.
I wait until it’s quiet before I lift my head and look down at him. His eyes are soft as he tucks a wayward strand behind my ear. “Mine,” he growls.