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“Just the other day, I bought Josie a new vibrator and she practically waterboarded me to find out what I was hiding from her.” Hawk laughs. “She soon shut up when I used it on her.” He smirks.
I shake my head. “Dixie says secrets are bad and that the truth will always come out. Like when she found my collection. Now I just tell her when I’m adding to it.” He shrugs.
“How’s the collection going?” I ask, genuinely intrigued.
“Okay, I have a pair of feet now. So that’s all the outer body parts. I was thinking of organs next, but I would need those jars with the special liquid to keep them from rotting.” He shrugs.
“You ever think about collecting something, oh I don’t know, normal? Like cards, or stamps? Even fucking taxidermy animals is less weird,” Hawk states. All of us are staring at Rage with a ‘what the fuck’ expression. He’s a good brother, the best. He’s loyal and he would never hurt a soul that didn’t deserve it, but the dude has some serious serial killer vibes.
“I don’t like stamps,” Rage answers.
“Well, that ends that. Remember, say nothing. I will be going to visit Bobby over the next few days so I will know more then.” Ghost bangs the gavel down. “Now fuck off.”
I walk out of the room and immediately notice Belle isn’t in the bar. “She’s gone to bed!” Star yells over to me. I nod and turn, walking down the hall.
I don’t knock on her door. I just open it and walk in, just as she’s taking off her sweats. They drop to the floor as she turns, her face stunned.
“What the hell?!” she screeches.
I shut the door behind me. My eyes sweep up her legs, to her skimpy lace panties that barely cover her full round ass. She crosses her arms over her chest looking pissed.
“Beast!” she yells.
My lips twitch, fighting back a smile. I am enjoying seeing her all riled up. “I came to tell you that you can’t go to work tomorrow,” I tell her.
She scrunches up her nose in that cute, confused way she does. “What? Why?” she asks.
“Your dad rang. It’s not safe. He didn’t say much else, but those are the orders. So, you need to ring and ask for some time off or something,” I state.
She sighs. “I can’t.” She runs her fingers through her hair. “I’m a newly qualified teacher, and if I ask for time off now, they will just sack me.”
“They can’t do that,” I state.
“They can. They can’t have unreliable teachers. I’ve worked hard to get to where I am. I worked to gain the respect of the pupils,” she rants. “God damn it!” she growls, pacing.
I reach out and grab her arm, pulling her flush to me. Wrapping my left arm around her back, I place my hand on the base of her spine, just where her ass begins to curve. I reach down and tuck her hair back behind her ear with my other hand.
“If they don’t give you time off, then that ain’t the school for you. If there was any way around it, then I would say, but beautiful, keeping you safe is my priority,” I explain.
Her face softens a little, and her lips part slightly as she slowly glides her tongue along her bottom lip. I want to kiss her, take her mouth and claim it, own it, but not yet. Cupping her face, I lean closer. Her eyes flutter closed and her lips purse, expecting a kiss, but I bypass her lips and place a soft lingering kiss on her neck. Her fragrance goes straight to my dick.
She sucks in a shuddery breath, and my control slips slightly. Wanting a taste of her, I open my mouth slightly and allow my tongue to teasingly sweep across her skin before I place another kiss on the same area.
I lean back, and her eyes slowly open. “Goodnight, beautiful,” I say before stepping back and walk out of her room, all the while being rock fucking hard and having bluer balls than the fucking ocean.
CHAPTER EIGHT
BELLE
What the fuck was that? I lift my arm up and sniff my underarm to see if I smell. Nope, all good. He just left me stood here with my sweats around my ankles, dressed in nothing but a tank top and panties, offering myself up on a damn plate, and he just turns and leaves? Am I not slutty enough for him? Do I need to sleep with the other brothers of the club for him to find me attractive? I kick off my sweats, remove my tank and angrily throw it at the door. I don’t like being made a fool of, and I don’t like being messed around.
Storming into the bathroom, I switch on the shower. I purposefully slam stuff around, knowing that he will be able to hear me from his room. I step under the hot spray, hoping that it will calm me down, but it doesn’t. Having an idea, I step out of the shower and open the top draw. After pulling out my vibrator, I walk back into the shower, thankful that it’s waterproof. I switch it on and begin to use it. Staring at the wall opposite, I hope that he is listening, and I hope that it is torture, just like he has been doing with me.
“Fuck,” I moan as the vibrator works its magic. I brace my hand against the tiled wall as I move the vibrator slowly over my clit. The vibrations and the hot water cascading down my body makes the pleasure feel more intense, or maybe it’s the fact that I’m masturbating out of spite.
My thoughts wander to him pressed up against that wall, listening to me pleasure myself, wondering if he too is getting himself off while listening to me. I visualise him wrapping his large hand around his cock, stroking it up and down his full length.
I close my eyes and lean my head back as my orgasm begins to build. The thought that his is too, that his hand is moving faster, his chest heaving as pleasure becomes too much.
