Beau (Blazing Devils MC Book 2)(3)

There was a door that looks like it might lead to the bedroom. My new destination, that room. Turning I look at Alice and struggling to swallow the knot that formed in my throat.

“It's perfect Alice. Thank you so much for this I don’t think I will ever be able to repay you for your kindness.” I choke out



“Nothing to repay honey. It will all work out just fine you wait and see.” One moment we were talking, then I was in her arms and she’s holding me tight. “You go get some rest and come back down to see me.” She gives my back a soft rub before extracting herself and making a quick exit.



I quickly lock the door and sigh in relief. I start in the direction I believe is the room when I notice my hand is full. Looking down at my hand in confusion. What the hell? Watching my fingers slowly open I stare at the key and a piece of paper resting there.

Alice must have slipped them to me and I’m just that tired I didn’t even notice. Setting the key on the small table next to the door. I unfold the small piece of paper. It was a number and underneath the ten-digit number was Alice's name. She wrote her number on an order slip. My eyes well with tears again.

Ugh, I’m become a walking bag of tears. I feel like an oversized baby. I’m really not such an emotional person. I’m made of tougher stuff than this.



Wiping my eyes with the backs of my hands. I rush in the direction of the room, I hope, is the bedroom. Because if it isn’t, then the couch is my bed. Not that that’s a problem I mean it’s better than nothing.

But I really prefer a bed.



The first thing I notice is the bed. Covered with a comforter with a similar floral pattern to the one covering the kitchen table. The pillows are covered in yellow pillowcases. Not super bright yellow, but a soft warm yellow.



There are flower paintings on the walls that are painted white like the living room and the kitchen. There’s another door to the left. I make my way over to it and poke my head inside. The bathroom is a nice size with a tub and a separate shower stall. The sink was a pedestal sink. With a small mirror. The floor is tiled with tan tiles similar in color to the rugs in the bedroom and living room.



My eyes drift back to the tub and I sigh longingly. I know I should go right to sleep, but a soak in the tub filled with hot water, is too much to resist. I reach for the hem of my shirt and quickly pull it over my head.

I remove my clothes in swift procession. Reaching down and turning the water on I watch the tub fill with glorious hot water.



When it reached the half way point. I couldn’t wait a moment longer one foot in and I could feel my body relax just a twitch. Both feet in and my skin tingles. When I finally sat down, and the water rushed over my skin I could feel each muscle and each nerve sigh in relief and slowly release some tension. Within moments my body was a complete puddle of laxness.



I must have fallen asleep. The water has cooled slightly, and my fingers resemble raisins. Leaning toward I pull the plug on the drain and watch as the water drains from the tub. I still needed to be clean.

Looking over at the shower, I quickly make my way to it. The hot spray was inviting. I was in heaven. Washing my hair, then my body, I make sure to give an extra scrub as I go. Slowly climbing out of the shower, I dry off.



Wrapping the towel around my body and another in my hair. I walk into the bedroom. Fuck, I left my clothes in the car. Turning I look at the clothes I was wearing and contemplated my options. Put the dirty nasty clothes back on or try and sneak back to the car and get my clean clothes.



Clean clothes prevailed. Removing the towel from my hair I crack the door and poke my head out. Not seeing anyone I rush down the stairs and in the general direction of my car.

Taking a look over my shoulder was a mistake. Running full force, I collided with a brick wall before bouncing back. I feel the ground rushing up to meet me.

My eyes close and I prepare for impact. Steel bands wrap around me and pull me back into the wall. Gasping, my eyes fly wide. My sight is greeted with brown. Deep brown eyes locked onto mine.

I forcefully remove my eyes from his and look down. I gasp again, I’m naked complete and utterly naked. My feet aren’t touching the ground and I’m plastered to his body like a second skin.

My towel is pooled at ours or I guess his feet. Heat rises to my face.

"You okay darlin?"

Dark brown hair, perfect lips stretched into a smile, five o'clock shadow of ruff brown stubble, arms big enough and strong enough to hold me effortlessly, solid chest with what feels like an eight pack of ABS, long hard legs encased in dark blue jeans, a wicked looking knife sheathed at his side.

Knife? Like a real fucking knife my eyes flash back to said object and widen.



"Darlin?" his voice is deep and sends a shudder of desire skittering down my spine. Desire? I've never felt desire before.



Well, not for a man. I've read a lot of romance novels to know what that feeling is. John was always nice to me and I liked having someone around. It gets so lonely.

I'm so tired of being lonely. I felt a connection to Jaxson and Jason for the first time in my life. But I could never look at them romantically it always felt wrong. They felt more family than sexy.



But this man. This man makes all those female things I've read about stand up and bounce with excitement.