Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
brISTOL
Tonight has been nothing if not the weirdest night of my life.
It’s like my two worlds, neither of which I fully belong to, merged together.
My family, well my dad, brother, and sister, I guess you can say they’re all of my family, considering my mother is definitely not a part of that.
Oh no, definitely not. Not after what my dad informed me of.
Anyway, my family met some of those I’ve seen as friends and a few close as family.
There’s a small part of me that wants to run and hide, but seeing the way they all fit together, it was nice.
Well, except for the part about my sister.
That part hurts. If I’d connected with her, talked to her, the two of us could be closer, and she wouldn’t have been dealing with all of this alone.
Beast, for the most part, has been distant.
Sure, he touched me, but you could tell he was pissed with me.
It was in his eyes. In the way he didn’t speak.
Not to me, other than the initial greeting.
Even through the distance he’s put there, he’s stayed close but not touching.
I don’t know what to say to him. I feel slightly humiliated that he was pulled into all my family drama.
He shouldn’t have to be dealing with any of it.
It’s not his business. I don’t want him to have to worry about any of this.
It should be my brother and me who handle it all, not Beast or those of the club.
But how would I even know where to begin when it comes to any of this?
I listened to all of them talk throughout the evening keeping quiet. What else can I say? I’m a lousy sister for one thing, so I can’t do much there. I hate being here and feeling like an outsider, and I know I did it to myself.
I’m about ready to ask my dad if the Town Car can just take me home when Beast grabs my hand.
“We’re heading out,” he announces, surprising me. I tilt my head back and stare at him momentarily.
“You going to the clubhouse?” Diablo asks, cocking a brow.
“Nope, we’re heading home.” Beast pulls me close and wraps an arm around my shoulder. “See you Monday at the shop.”
“Sunday,” Reaper states. “We’ve got the family picnic at the clubhouse, brother. You miss it, Ivy, Stella, and the rest of the ol’ ladies will be on your ass.”
“We’ll be there,” Beast says.
“See you then,” Reaper says and looks to my dad and brother who are sitting next to my sister.
“Quinten, Ben, if you feel up to it, you’re welcome to join us.
It’s a family thing, food and beer. Giselle will already be at the clubhouse, so you’ll get to see her again before we take her to a safe house.
We just got to finish making the arrangements for it.
But it might be best we get her completely out of the state.
If we do that, I’m sorry, but to keep her safe, we’re not gonna tell you where we’re sending her. ”
I stiffen at Reaper’s words, I’m not in the inner circle, but I know there are a few clubs they’re allies with and could potentially send her to stay safe with.
I’m sure they’re all good guys, but they’re not the Satan’s Keepers.
I don’t know them, so I don’t know if I could trust them. Not like I do those of this club.
“Come on, Butterfingers.” Beast guides me away from the group, and I don’t get to finish listening to what my brother’s and dad’s responses are.
I feel like my whole world is spinning out of control, and I don’t know if I can hold on or not.
It’s like I’m losing my grip on what I thought I had control over, and that’s not a good feeling for me.
Outside, Beast takes me directly to his bike, swings a leg over it, and climbs on.
He doesn’t even look at me as he waits for me to follow his direction.
The thought of arguing with him crosses my mind, but honestly, I just want to go home, have a glass of wine, and snuggle with Jagger. I want to be left alone.
I’m sure the last thing I want won’t happen. Or maybe it will. With the way Beast is acting, I’m sure he just wants to get rid of me, but then, if that were the case, he wouldn’t have said what he said to Reaper and the others.
Maybe he has other plans. Those that don’t involve me. A part of me dreads the thought. Could he just be taking me back to my house in order to tell me whatever this is going on between us is over? What if he does want us to be over, and he intends to go sleep with someone else?
The very idea of it causes my chest to ache.
He’s been all I ever wanted and never within reach.
Tears burn in my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall.
Instead, I climb on the bike behind Beast. I wrap my arms around his middle and hold on.
If this is the last ride, I get to have with him, I’m going to savor it all.
No one else has ever put me on the back of their bike, and no one else ever will.
The ride home feels far too short for my liking. I want to keep going on forever, but nothing lasts forever. No matter how much you hold on to it or how tightly you grasp it.
Beast parks the bike next to my car in the detached garage, and I climb off the back, somewhat confused by this.
The other days of the week, he parked his bike right behind the house.
So, him parking in the garage, or even having a remote to it, kind of freaks me out. Especially with the way he’s acting.
Or maybe it’s the way I’m acting.
I’m not sure.
Needing space, I don’t wait for him to join me. I make my way quietly up to the house. Unlocking the back door, I step in, feeling Beast coming up behind me. We’re met by Jagger, and I bend down and scoop a meowing Jagger.
“Hey, pretty boy,” I murmur and shove my face in his fur while moving through the house, tossing my keys on the table.
Beast keeps quiet, but I can all but feel him as I make my way through the house toward my room, where I plop Jagger on the bed, move to my closet, and toe off the heels I’d worn to work. The whole time, I try to ignore Beast.
Moving to my bathroom, I unbutton my blouse on the way, removing it and leaving myself in my slacks and cami.
I close the door slightly and put my hair up in a knot on the top of my head.
I go ahead and clean the makeup from my face, then moisturize.
If I don’t, my skin will dry out and scream from the lack of moisturizer.
It’s hard to focus on this with Beast standing in the doorway where it’s still open, his eyes boring into me, almost calculating, assessing.
I finish in the bathroom and turn toward Beast, hoping to get past him, but he doesn’t budge. Doesn’t say a word either.
“Can you move, please?” I ask.
Instead of answering with words or stepping back for me to pass, Beasts steps into my space and encases me in his arms. One hand going up, and the other holding me to him.
He sinks his fingers in my hair holding tight while pulling back, forcing me to have to look up.
His mouth is there to meet mine, tongue thrusting in my mouth.
I grip his shirt and do the only thing I can, I hold on to him.
My knees weaken under me, and if Beast weren’t holding me up, I’d collapse.
Beast lets go of my hair, some of it falling from the hair tie that was to keep it up.
Without letting my mouth go, he slides both hands under the curve of my ass and lifts.
I wrap my arms around his neck, and my legs go around his waist. Beast spins us and carries me the short distance to the bed.
It’s only then I realize he’d already stripped off his cut and boots.
Breaking away from the kiss, Beast grips my cami, and takes it up and over my breasts. His gaze stares down at my bare breasts, and a throaty growl of approval fills the room.
I hadn’t worn a bra that day, that’s what the cami was for. My breasts felt heavy this morning, and I hadn’t wanted to put a bra on. Considering I’m a solid C, I’m thankful they’re still nice and perky because otherwise, I definitely wouldn’t have been able to.
Beast stares at them while he undoes the clasp, holding my pants secure. I hold my breath as he pulls them down my legs, exposing the skimpy sheer black thong I decided to wear.
“Fuck,” he growls and jerks them the rest of the way off.
He spreads my thighs and settles between them.
“I’ve been wanting to taste this pussy for too damn long.
” A shiver of excitement rushes through me when he runs his nose along my inner thigh, and one of his fingers rubs against the ultra-thin fabric covering where I want him most.
“Beast,” I whisper, my body withering against the sheets, wanting him to do more.
So much more.
Beast draws away, those intense eyes of his boring into mine, holding me captive.
“I’m fuckin’ you tonight, Bristol. I’m gonna take you every way I’ve wanted to take you for years now.
By the time I finish you, whatever the fuck it is you’ve had in your head all afternoon and evening, better be a fuckin’ thing of the past.”
Before I can respond or even let those words sink in fully, Beast’s mouth is on my pussy, tongue plunges inside my entrance, and I nearly die of utter embarrassment because there’s no stopping myself from coming just from him putting his mouth on me. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever known.
“Fuck, you taste good.” Beast groans approvingly. His breath sends tingles of pleasure washing over me.
God, I don’t even know if there’s any real way of putting it for it to make sense. I’ve never felt anything like it, though, and I want more.
Beast uses that tongue of his to drive me insane.
Not stopping when I initially came so quickly as I thought he might.
Instead, he keeps going, adding two fingers while he rotates back and forth between swirling his tongue around my clit and pumping it in my entrance.
Doing all this, he draws not just one or two orgasms from me but three.
Three blissful, amazing orgasms. I don’t think it’s possible to take more, yet I do.
Beast doesn’t stop devouring me until I’m screaming from his ravish hunger.
A whimper leaves my lips, and Beast pulls away. I want him to keep doing what he’s doing, but as he rises over me, I definitely want what he’s about to give me.
“Gonna fuck you, Butterfingers, nice and slow like.” Gripping my ankles, he places them on his shoulders, his cock presses against my entrance.
“What if I don’t want nice and slow?” I pant, lifting my bottom, wanting him inside me already. “What if I want fast and hard?”
“Too bad, baby, I’m not about to take you any other way than slow. Your tight pussy wouldn’t be able to handle it. You didn’t get to lose that virginity of yours the way you should have, and I’m gonna give you the sweet you should have had that first time.”
Oh my God. How could he have known that?
“Please, Beast, take me now before I go insane with my need for you to be inside me.”
If he doesn’t slide his cock in me soon, I’ll perish. I ache for him . . . to feel his thick cock inside me, filling me.
“You on the pill, Bristol?” he asks, slipping an inch inside.
“Yes, now fuck me, Beast,” His name comes out on a scream as he thrusts home, giving me what I want most of all. “Oh, God, yes, Beast, it feels so good,” I cry out, withering around beneath him, wanting more.
Beast growls and dips down, his mouth covering mine.
His tongue plunges in my mouth, driving me more insane as his thrusts pick up and he powers inside me, intensifying .
. . more like magnifying the sensations washing over me.
The rough, gravelly groans that come from his lips as he pulls his lips from mine just heightens the whole experience all the more.
A gasp leaves my parted lips when Beast suddenly moves, rolling us until I’m straddling him from above. “Ride me,” he commands. “Ride me until you’re coming all over my cock. I want to watch as you come for me.”
“Beast,” I cry out, doing just as he orders.
I ride him, grind my pussy down and rotate my hips.
I do this with his hands at my waist, guiding me, showing me exactly what I need to do.
His hips buck upward, and I’m unsure of exactly what to do with my hands other than brace them on his chest while I hold myself upright.
My release finds me quickly, and I throw my head back.
Beast’s name on my lips as I pant and try to see past the stars shattering my vision.
It’s truly a beautiful thing, yet it scares me at the same time.
Beast growls and snarls, his cock jerks inside me, and his release fills me, coating the walls of my pussy.
I swear, as he comes, his release washes over my very essence, becoming a part of me.
Falling forward, I collapse on top of Beast, breathing heavily.
“That was . . .” I utter breathlessly.
“Yeah,” he finishes for me, not actually finishing, but he knows what I was trying to say. “Fuckin’ magnificent.”
I definitely have to agree with him, even as that fear threatens to take hold of me once again. However, this feeling is overruled by what Beast said earlier.
The only question now is, do I hold on to what I really want or push him away? Sutton told me months ago to think about what I want, and I never did. I guess now I really need to do just that.
Beast pulls me out of my thoughts by rolling us back over until he’s holding himself over me with his elbows keeping his weight from crushing me. “Time for round two, baby,” he announces, thrusting inside me.
“Round two?” I stare at him, gaping at the impossibility of such a thing. There’s no way he could be ready to go again so soon.
“Yeah, round two. Told you, I was fuckin’ you all weekend. I’ll let you rest somewhat, but my cock will still be inside you, baby. Like I said earlier. I’m fuckin’ you until you can’t think of anything else, and I damn well meant it.”
I blink at him in astonishment, my lips parting on a breath, and he takes the opportunity to claim my mouth once more.