BEAST (A Coyotes of Mayhem MC Novel) (Motorcycle Club Bad Boy Romance) (5 page)

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This chick had so many questions about the club and the motorcycle lifestyle in general. She seemed interested but not in a typical club whore kind of way. She was actually fucking curious about my life. It had been a long time since anyone had actually asked me questions about my life that I had basically forgotten what it was like.

Sitting there talking with her felt right. It felt comfortable. It was like I was sitting there catching up with an old friend. I thought maybe she was just trying to get on my good said.
Or maybe she’s trying to get me to let my guard down so she can attempt another escape
. I hoped that she realized I meant what I said when I told her I didn’t intend to hurt her. As long as she didn’t do anything stupid, she would be free to enjoy the rest of her cruise once I was off the boat.

Regardless of what kind of things were going on in my head, I should have treated the situation as business. Sure, it wasn’t official club business but it sure as shit wasn’t a pleasure cruise either. Still, seeing those nipples pop out at me had done something to me. It had fueled a desire in me. It was like a bad itch that needed to be scratched or a thirst that needed to be quenched. The thoughts got even worse when she got up to take a shower. She asked for my permission and I told her it was fine. There was no way out from in there and there was no phone so she couldn’t call anyone.

While she was bathing, all I could think about was what she looked like on the other side of that shower curtain. I closed my eyes and could almost see her soaping up her body. I bet she had one hell of a sweet pussy. She was damn attractive but didn’t seem like the type that got around all that much so her snatch was probably nice and tight. Her nails were perfectly manicured and you could tell she worked on her body so her pussy was probably taken care of in the same way. I guessed she was shaved completely bald, or had a landing strip at most. Based on how erect her nipples had been, I could only imagine how hot and wet she got when she was turned on. I wanted nothing more than to pound into her and drain my balls inside of her. I just wondered if I had gained enough of her confidence for her to give it up to me. I’m used to getting what I want but I wasn’t going to take it if she wasn’t willing to give it to me.

She got out of the shower and came back into the room wearing a silk nightgown. I had taken a seat on the couch so she went over to the bed and rubbed lotion on her legs. Her skin was so smooth. I wanted to know what those legs felt like on my shoulders. I finished my last couple of beers as we talked about stupid bullshit. At one point, I even had her laughing at some dumb story that really wasn’t all that funny. I took that as my sign that she wanted me to make a move.

I stood up and walked to the other side of the bed. I sat on the edge as we continued talking. She didn’t get up or try to get away so I made my move. I grabbed her face in my hands and shoved my tongue down her throat. It didn’t take more than three seconds before she was pushing me off her.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she screamed at me.

“What? I thought you wanted this?”

“You thought I wanted this? Are you fucking kidding me right now? You’re basically holding me hostage and you think I want to fuck you? What’s going on in your head dude? Besides, I don’t know what kind of girl you think I am. There’s no way I’m going to have sex with a wanted man.”

God damn, she’s fucking hot when she’s mad.
Judging by her icy glare, I knew she meant it though. I backed off and moved to the other side of the room. I was so frustrated that I wanted to punch a hole in the wall but I stopped myself. I didn’t want there to be any reason for anyone to come see what was going on in the room.

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I’m not typically the type of guy who apologizes for shit. Where I come from, it’s not something you do. No matter how wrong you may be about something, you never admit it and carry on as if nothing happened. For some reason, this was different. I felt like I needed to say something to her about what had taken place earlier. Something told me that I needed to try to save face with her.

“Look Paige, I just wanted you to know that I was just fucking around earlier. I was just in a fucked up mood.”

I realized how fucked up my statement sounded as it came out of my mouth, but it was too late. Of course I wasn’t just fucking around. If I was, I might have made an inappropriate comment or two. Shoving my tongue into her mouth was in no way just fucking around. The look she gave me told me she knew I was full of shit as well. She rolled her eyes before turning her back to me. That was the ultimate fuck you to me, but I had it coming. I mean, I was holding her against her will. Expecting her to want to fuck me in this situation was fucking stupid.
But God damn, did I want to fuck that hot little body of hers. She had a nice rack, and those pouty lips made my dick throb.
The best thing I could was try to play it cool for the rest of the night. It’s not like we would be spending quality time together anyway. We just needed to get through the next 30 hours and then she would never have to see me again.

“Anyway, you take the bed tonight. You paid for this cruise after all. I’ll camp out over her on the couch.” It was right next to the door and the phone. If she tried to leave, I would hear her. If she wanted to call someone, she would have to reach over me to do it.

“Whatever,” she said. “I just want to get some sleep.”

She turned the light off and climbed under the covers. I grabbed a blanket and pillow from under the desk/dresser combo in the room and settled down onto the sofa. I ended up falling into a restless sleep. As tired as I was, I felt like I needed to keep one eye open in case she tried to pull anything. Judging by the way she tossed and turned all night, she must have thought the same thing about me.

CHAPTER 6

PAIGE

I want to know how his mind works. He’s a man who must be used to getting whatever he wanted regardless of the circumstances. I’m sure the women must flock to him. It wouldn’t surprise me to know that he had his choice of any woman he wanted where he was from. Whether it was attraction, fear or a little of both, it was clear that this man got what he wanted.

Still, I had to wonder what was going on in that head of his. Did he have no conscience? Did he have no soul? He had already taken what was supposed to be my vacation and ruined it. It was supposed to be the point where I hit the refresh button on my life. When I came home, I was going to be refreshed and ready to start over. Instead, I was being held against my will in a cruise ship cabin that I wasn’t even supposed to be in in the first place. When you think about it, it’s a lot like the life I was leaving behind. I was always being held in place by my ex-husband. Now, this man, this Beast as he called himself, was doing the exact same thing. After all that, he thought that a couple hours of conversation would be enough to make me forget about it all? He thought a couple hours of conversation would be plenty for me to just let him into my panties? I’m not sure what was going on in that man’s mind.

I’m glad I stood my ground and let him know that nothing was going to happen. There were a couple things weighing on my mind, however. I wasn’t sure what was freaking me out more: the fact that he tried to get hands on with me or the fact that I was tempted to let him. I’m not typically the kind of girl who hops into bed with any man, and that’s talking about men I was dating or getting to know. In fact, I haven’t had sex with anyone since my husband and I split up. When this guy kissed me, it felt good. It felt nice to be desired, even if he was just wanting to use me for a quick fuck before he goes deeper into hiding. I may be a good girl but I’m still a woman with needs and he’s a sexy tattooed badass who wanted a piece of me. What kind of girl would I be if I just gave into him? I’d simply be another notch on his bedpost. Another name in the book of the women he’s screwed over the years. That’s not who I am. I’m not some biker whore who just has sex with someone without there being something more behind it.

Even though I can hold my head up high knowing that I held true to my morals, I could not get the thought of him out of my mind. Each time I looked in his direction, I found myself fantasizing about him roughly throwing me on the bed, ripping my clothes off, and pounding into me until we were both thoroughly satisfied. The thoughts made me wet, and at times I wished I would have let him do what he wanted with me.

One thing I started to think about was how I was sure he was going to rape me. Instead, he made a move on me but respected me enough to not keep trying after I said no. Maybe he wasn’t the monster I thought he was when this all started. Maybe he isn’t even a bad guy. The thoughts danced in my head and tormented me most of the day. Of course he was a bad guy. Good guys don’t hold you hostage on a cruise ship. At the same time, his situation was very unique, and he had to be careful about who he trusted. Even if he didn’t want to hurt me in any way, he was making sure he could get off the boat and maintain his freedom before I was completely free to do what I wanted. At that point, he would have a head start in the event that I told anyone. I’ve always tried to look for the good in people and ignore the bad as much as possible. I don’t know if that’s a strength or a flaw but I truly felt there was more to this man than what I was seeing. I didn’t know what it was at the time, but I had a feeling that we had come into each other’s life for a reason. I had limited time, but I had to figure out what that reason was.

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Beast was getting his bag ready so he could mix in with the crowd and jump off when the ship docked in Honduras in a few hours. I should have been excited by the prospect of him getting off the boat, leaving me to enjoy the rest of my cruise. That wasn’t the case though. There was something in his eyes that spoke to me. Even with his hard, badass exterior, he had a softness in his eyes. A softness that said he was scared even though he would never dream of showing it. It was at that point that I realized why he and I had been brought together. He picked this room to break into; it was a room that was supposed to be empty. I was only in it because I had lost my boarding pass. It was too much to be a coincidence. Once he got off the boat, there was going to be nothing else that I could do for him. I couldn’t live with that.

“I don’t want you to get off the boat in Honduras,” I said, realizing I had a hint of desperation in my voice.

“What the fuck are you talking about? I’m sure you’re counting the minutes.”

“I’m serious. I’ve been thinking about this all day. I don’t think you should get off when the ship goes into port.”

He looked at me like I had two heads.

“Why wouldn’t I want to get off? The whole reason I’m on this fucking ship is so I can get off in another country. Now you think I should just stay here? That's a great idea! Maybe we can go up and play shuffleboard or something. I hear they have a great Mexican craft class. Why don’t we go up there and paint a set of bulls that we can place over our mantles? Are you fucking kidding me? I’m out of here as soon as we get there.”

“I know this probably sounds crazy, but I’ve been thinking about this all day. I feel like maybe I can help you.”
God, I sound desperate. Why do I even care?

“You can help me? What exactly do you think you can do to help me? And why in the hell would you want to?”

“I don’t know. I just feel like we were put together for a reason. I don’t believe in coincidences. I was thinking that you should stay on the boat when we get to Honduras. Maybe you could get off in Belize instead. If anyone figures out that you were on this ship, it would be much harder to track you if they had to go from port to port searching for you.”

“But I’ve got help in Honduras. I don’t know anyone in Belize.”

“Are you saying that the person that can give you a new identity in Honduras couldn’t do it in Belize as well? I saw all that cash in your bag. Finding a place to stay isn’t going to be a problem for you,” I reasoned with him.

As he sat there looking at me, I realized that being cooped up with this man for two days had done something to me. My normally nonexistent sex drive now had me feeling like I was going through puberty again. My nipples hardened and my loins ached when thinking about my captor manhandling me. I could feel a fire building within my pussy that needed to be extinguished. My pussy throbbed and I had to have him inside of me. The more I thought about it, I could feel the dampness between my legs. I wanted him to stay on the boat. No, I needed him to stay. I knew I had to do something to convince him, and it was going to have to be something completely out of character for me.

I stood up in front of him and lifted my shirt over my head. His eyes widened when he realized what I was doing. Without saying a word, he walked toward me and grabbed hold of my bra. In one swift motion, he ripped it off of me, not bothering to undo any of the clasps. He literally tore it. I’d never been taken this aggressively, but I loved every minute of it. It was scary, yet sexy.