BEAST (A Coyotes of Mayhem MC Novel) (Motorcycle Club Bad Boy Romance) (6 page)

He threw me down onto the bed and climbed on top of me, kissing me hard and deep. Grabbing him by the waist, I yanked at his jeans as he quickly loosened his belt and button. I gasped when his cock sprang free; he had an instant hard on. It was big and thick, much bigger than my ex-husbands. Actually, it was much bigger than anyone I had ever been with it. Pre-cum was already pulling at the head of his tip, glistening in the dim light of the room. Raising my hips, he yanked my pants and panties down before throwing them on the floor as he pushed himself into me. The girth of his hard cock made it a tight fit but I was so wet that there was plenty of lubrication.

He didn’t bother with starting slow. He lifted my legs into the air and started pounding me. With his weight on top of me, I felt like he was going to fuck me straight into the mattress. I looked down between my open legs and saw his manhood sliding in and out of me. I was amazed. He was in me, but I could still see so much of his cock. The sight of his dick gliding in and out of me sent me over the edge. I moaned loudly as my body started to quiver as I came all over his dick. My pussy grabbed his cock as it pulsated around it, hugging it tight. This only served to turn him on more. He slid himself out of my pussy, grabbed hold of me and flipped me over. With my ass in the air and my legs spread, he moved behind me and shoved his dick back into my pussy. He fucked me harder than I have ever been fucked before. The sound of his balls smacking off my clit filled the room as his enormous fists grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head back toward him. His rough, grizzly manhandling made me cum once again. After a few more minutes of getting my pussy obliterated, I felt his cock start to swell right before he pulled it out of me and shot his load all over my ass and back.

When he was done, I laid there in disbelief at what had just happened. It was easily the best fuck I ever had. The feeling of his seed as it slid off my ass crack and onto my pussy lips was intense, making me wish he was still inside of me. He collapsed onto the bed, sweaty and worked up. I got up to get us both a towel to clean up with. My legs were weak and I thought I was going to fall to the floor. I’d heard about leg-shaking sex before but didn’t realize it actually existed.

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We ended up having sex off and on all through the night. I didn’t think it was possible to have so many orgasms in one night but he proved that it was possible. Sometime just before dawn, we both fell asleep, exhausted from all the physical activity we took part in. Although it was not part of my plan, we ended up being asleep when the ship docked in Honduras. While the passengers were busy with excursions, we were unconscious in the room. The ship was already back at sea by the time we woke up.

“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” Beast asked as he playfully smacked my ass.

“After the way you made me feel last night, there was no way I was letting you off this ship,” I winked.

After showering, I realized I was famished.

“I know you said I couldn’t leave the room until you got off the ship, but the room service menu is so limited. What if I went up on the deck and got us some different food?”

He looked me up and down, trying to gauge whether or not he should trust me.

“How do I know you’re not gonna go up there and rat me out?”

“You don’t. You’re just going to have to trust me.”

He thought about it for a few minutes before agreeing to let me go. “I’m trusting you. I don’t trust many people. Don’t make me regret it.”

“I won’t. I’ll be back shortly.”

The deck was crawling with people from all walks of life. There were entire families having fun together, newlyweds taking a honeymoon cruise, retired people spending the twilight of their lives at sea, and everyone in between. The sights and sounds were a welcome change from the silence of the room. Everyone seemed to be having a great time.

It occurred to me that I had not asked Beast what he wanted to eat. After the night we had, he had to be starving too. As I walked the deck, I could hear and feel my stomach growling. I figured I would get him stuff that a man would like to eat. I strolled around until I found a café type restaurant with a grill. I ordered double cheeseburgers and French fries. I also got him a Philly cheesesteak sandwich in case the double cheeseburger wasn’t enough. While I was waiting for the food, I looked around some more and realized just how many people were on the boat. There were so many, in fact, that there was no way anyone would know who was supposed to be there and who wasn’t.

I told the girl who was waiting on me that I would be right back to pick up my food and walked into the gift shop next door. I bought several shirts in the biggest size they had, along with a fisherman’s hat. It all looked very touristy, which was exactly the look I was going for. After grabbing the food, I went back down to the room, eager to show Beast what I had found. He seemed relieved when I came back into the room with bags of food instead of security guards in tow.

“What would you think about going up on the deck for a while? There’s all kinds of things to do up there,” I asked as he was scarfing down his food.

“I can’t go up there. Do you see how I’m dressed? I’d stick out like a sore thumb.”

“I’ve already thought of that. I saw what everyone was wearing while I was up there so I went into the gift shop to get you some civilian clothes. I’m sure there’s not a single piece of clothing you’d ever choose to wear in a million years, but you’ll fit right in with everyone if you wear them.”

I handed him the bag of clothes so he could take a look at what I purchased.

“Even if I put these on, I still can’t come out of the room. They’ll know I’m not supposed to be here and check into who I am.”

“No, that’s the thing. You have no idea how many people are up there. There’s thousands of people up there. It would be impossible to know who is and isn’t supposed to be here without going through security at a port or something.”

“Fuck it, we can give it a shot. It would be nice to get out of this room for a while.”

CHAPTER 7

BEAST

What the fuck was she thinking
? The clothes in the bag had to be some kind of sick fucking joke. She had to be fucking with me. If I put them on, I would look like the biggest fucking idiot on the ship.

“There’s no way I’m putting this shit on,” I said defiantly.

“It’s either that or stay cooped up here in the room. What harm is it going to do? It’s not like any of your biker buddies will ever see you in these clothes.”

She was right. I didn’t have a lot of options.
Fuck, I hate it when she’s right.
I’m way too big of a guy to be cooped up in a small space for an extended period of time. When this shit started, I thought I was already going to be off the boat after less than two days. Now I was looking at another full day at least. I was beginning to feel claustrophobic in the tiny room. I eventually gave in and agreed to wear the clothes she bought me so that we could get out for a while.

I hated the clothes she bought me. If someone were to buy that for me under normal circumstances, I would ask what the fuck was wrong with them. I don’t know if I would even use them as rags for working on my hog. Still, I put them on, more for her than myself. I had put her in a really fucked up situation and she had handled it like a bad ass. I felt like I owed it to her.

Looking in the mirror, I cringed at the sight of my bulging biceps trying to break through the sleeves of the cruise ship t-shirt. As if that wasn’t bad enough, there was a pair of shorts in the bag as well. The shorts were floral print. Did I fucking look like a guy who would ever willingly wear floral print? Well, I’m not. I’m completely sure my brothers would kick my ass if they caught me wearing shit like this get up.

I walked out of the bathroom feeling like a complete fucking idiot. Even wearing the ridiculous clothes she bought me, I was still going to stick out in the sea of people.

“These clothes can only do so much,” I said to her. “I’ve got these tattoos up and down my arms and several of them are very distinguishable. All I need is for one wrong person to see them and I’m fucked.”

“I’ve already thought about that. You’re really not going to like this, but I did buy you one more thing,” she handed me another bag.

Oh, fuck me.
I didn’t even want to look at what it might be. As horrid as the clothes were that I already had on, I could only imagine what was waiting for me inside the bag. It had to be something bad enough that she only planned to show me if it became completely necessary. I reluctantly opened the bag and looked inside.

“Are you shitting me? You want me to wear this fucking thing?”

“Yeah, I think it will really complete the look. Don’t you?” she laughed.

“I’m not putting on a fucking plaid flannel shirt. You might as well write douchebag on my forehead with your lipstick.”

“Well, it does have long sleeves so it will cover up your tattoos but it’s thin enough that it will be comfortable in the sun. You can wear it without getting hot.”

I thought about it and then just said fuck it. I already looked like a fucking buffoon, I might as well finish it off.

“I swear to God if one motherfucker says a word to me about my clothes, I’ll break their fucking nose.”

“Nobody is going to say a word to you. You’re going to look like everyone else up there…only bigger. Seriously, nobody is paying attention to anyone else. Everyone is just focused on enjoying their own vacations.”

Begrudgingly, I put the shirt on along with the stupid fucking fisherman’s hat she bought me. I looked like a first class tool. Paige went into the bathroom and changed into her bikini. She packed some things into a bag before we headed out the door.

Once we were up on the main deck of the ship, I understood what she meant when she said I would blend in well. Many of the men on the ship looked like their wives and girlfriends visited the same gift shops that Paige had just shopped at for me.
What the fuck are these guys thinking?
Somehow, they all seemed to be having a good time despite the fact they all looked fucking ridiculous. Just as she had told me, everyone was going on about their business and enjoying their fun, not paying any attention to me whatsoever.

Paige found us a couple lounge chairs on the far side of the pool. It was in a shaded area so none of them were being used, making me feel more comfortable since we were quite a distance from most people. As fucking stupid as it probably sounds, it was nice to look up at the sky and see the sun without worrying about who was coming to look for me. Sure, the feeling would only be temporary but it was nice for the moment. Looking around, it was clear that I was with the hottest fucking broad on the ship. Her tits and ass looked fine as hell in that bikini and I had the best view of in the house. Of course, my view was much nicer the night before. I was already looking forward to going back to the room so I could get my dick wet again. Until then, I was cool with watching her as I downed a few cold ones. Life was good, even if it wasn’t going to last.

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Having to watch that tight ass and her sweet tits bouncing around in the water all day made my dick tingle as I thought about sinking it into her soft, sweet spot again. As soon as we got into the room, I grabbed her and kissed her.

“I’ve been waiting for this all fucking day. Take that bikini off and get on your knees.”

“I need to take a shower before I do anything. I hate the way my skin smells when it has chlorine on it.”

“What the fuck? I didn’t ask you what you wanted to do. You can take a shower when I’m done with you,” I growled in her ear as I grabbed her hair.

“No, I’m going to take a shower right now. Oh, and just for the record, that alpha male bullshit doesn’t fly with me.”

“Are you fucking serious? I don’t know who you think you’re talking to. I don’t let the club whores speak to me like that so I’m sure as hell not going to let you do it.”

“A club whore? You think I’m below a club whore? Let me tell you something, I am nobody’s whore. I’m not your whore and I’m sure as fuck not a club whore. I don’t know why you think you can talk to me like I’m some bimbo who drools over you because you wear leather and ride a bike. If you can’t speak to me with some respect, don’t bother talking to me at all.”

She grabbed one of her bags and went into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. I was left in stunned silence. I wasn’t used to someone taking that tone with me. If one of the club whores had talked to me like that, there would have been some grave consequences for her. For a chick, she had a lot of balls.