Beau (Blazing Devils MC Book 2)(4)

I wanted to get naked and do all those naked things I've read about. Naked, Shit, I'm still naked. I start wiggling and squirming trying to break his hold on me.

I needed to cover up. My face turns bright red.



"Please put me down." I whisper desperately. Trying not to shriek and shout. I feel his arms tighten slightly. Before slowly letting go. Then I was sliding down his rock-hard body.



As soon as my feet touch the ground. I kneel and pick up my towel. He groans in what sounds like pain. I've hurt him. Standing quickly, I wrap the towel around myself. Looking up at him I ask. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you? You shouldn't have held me up so long."



His eyes widen slightly. Then he lets loose a chuckle with that deep voice. I hold back a moan that was trying to escape. His voice is like eating the best chocolate while sitting in a bubble bath. All warm and relaxed. Heaven, absolute heaven.



" I'm fine darlin." his voice has gone low and husky. Another shudder rakes my body. “You cold?" Without waiting for a response. He grabs the hem of his black T-shirt and pulls it over his head.



"Raise your hands sweetheart." He demands. Not a question a demand. Without thinking I dropped the towel and raise my hands. My reward was a panty melting smile.

My panties would have melted, but well, I'm not wearing anything. The blush that stole my face darkened another shade. It’s a wonder there is any blood left in my body I've been blushing so much and so hard.



He quickly pulls the shirt over my head. Obscuring his face briefly, but not before I had seen the look on his face. It was a look of disappointment and loss. Why?





Chapter 2


Beau

Shit, she’s fucking gorgeous. Short little slip with deep emerald green eyes, long wavy brown hair, hair that just grazes her ass, a beautiful hourglass figure not too slim nor too thick a perfect handful, wide fuck me lips, lips that look like they're made to suck my dick.

Images of her kneeling like she just did run rampant in my mind. But not to pick up her towel. No, I want her down there for an entirely different reason. I want to watch my cock slip past those beautiful lips as she sucks and licks.

Just like that my poor cock went from hard to fucking steel. It so badly wants to be buried in her fucking pussy it can taste it. I bet it would be sweet as fuck. Taking one look at this girl with her wide innocent eyes. I know that's not going to happen not anytime soon. If I'm reading her right, she’s pure. Virgin pussy.

Mine. All fucking mine. At least for now who knows how long she'll keep my interest. I could sink my dick in that and she could turn crazy. When I heard her voice all soft, sweet and gentle. It took everything in me not to throw her down on the nearest flat surface and fuck her until walking was a thing of the past.

"Mr.?" she whispers. " Beau. My name’s Beau." No idea why I gave her my real name. Everyone calls me Devil. My cold heart and unforgiving personality are what got me that nickname. Well, that and the enjoyment I get in interrogating my enemies, friends, fuck, even family.

"Beau? What an unusual name." she murmurs to herself. " Thank you, Mr. Beau. For saving me and for the shirt." She mumbles. "Your name?" I ask

" Oh, sorry. Emilia the name’s Emilia." She replies with her hand out. Grasping her hand in mine, I'm surprised by the firm hand shake she gives me.

" You know, sweetheart. I just got an eyeful of all of you, so I think we're past formality. Watching the blush return to her cheeks. She quickly looks at her feet.

The smile on my face grew. Stopping by Auntie B's to grab dinner was fast becoming the best idea I think I've ever had.

" Um, my car is right over there. Just give me a minute and I'll get my clothes and you can have your shirt back." She says, so quietly that if I wasn't so intently focused on her I would never have heard her.

"Don't worry about it darlin'. I've got another in my saddle bags. I lift my chin in the direction of my bike. She follows my chin lift and I watch her eyes widen in surprise and maybe a little excitement. Excitement. Now that's what I want to see.

"That's your bike?" her voice got a little louder. She hasn't taken her eyes off it. Not even when she asked. "Yeah, sweetheart, that's mine. I'll take you for a ride sometime if you want." As soon as the words left my mouth, her eyes swing back to mine in wide in surprise.

"Really? You would do that?" Her voice is full of awe. How could I say no to that now? Not that I wanted to the idea of her on the back of my bike. My poor dick can’t take it. Any blood that had previously left it shoots right back down. It's back to full attention.

" I wouldn't have said it Darlin' if I didn't mean it." my voice has gone husky. " Go get your clothes and get dressed. Then join me for dinner at Auntie B's." I don't really ask I just tell her.

She immediately heads in the direction of her car. She doesn't berate me for my demands. She just follows them. Mother fucker that shit just made my dick harder. I watch her ass as she unconsciously sashayed over to her car.

I'm absolutely positive it was subconscious. Her innocence wouldn't have allowed her to be so seductive. All too soon she was back. She pauses briefly. "I'll be right back." she’s whispering again.