One Hundred & Thirty-Six Scars (The Devil's Own, #1) (24 page)

Her hand glides down my arms every time I bring us up. “Meadow? You need to stop that shit right now.”

“Sorry.” She laughs before getting off.

“Now, I’m warm.”

I throw her a set of gloves and point to the octagon. “First things first, I need you to be able to throw a decent punch. Come on.”

She follows me in, slipping the gloves on her hands. “You have two weeks with me. You think you’ll get enough information stored in my brain for that?”

“More than enough time,” he answers, intertwining my fingers with his. He pulls me over to the octagon and I step in nervously.

“Don’t make this awkward. I’m not a sporty person, Beast. Be kind.”

He chuckles, taking the sparring pads out of his bag. “Have you ever thrown a punch?”

“What? You mean aside from hitting the club girl? No, I haven’t.”

His head swings back with a laugh and my arms cross in front of me. “What’s so funny?”

“Nah, nothing. I just forgot about that,” he answers, walking to me, running the back of his hand across my bare stomach and my muscle’s tense at his touch. “I think there’s a hidden bad girl under all that good.” His smirk deepens.

My cheeks flush. “No. I don’t think so. I just don’t like people I love getting hurt.”

He nods his head, stepping back and pulling the sparring pads onto his hands. “Start with your right hook,” he begins, bringing his hands up.

An hour later, and we’ve covered the basic grounds of MMA. I’m lying spread out on the padded ground of the octagon, trying to catch my breath with sweat trickling down my body and landing in a puddle on the floor when he laughs.

“Come on, baby. We’ll hydrate, then head outside to get onto those arrows.”

“I’m tired,” I sulk, pouting.

He kneels down between my legs and I quickly bring them up only for him to snap them open.

“Beast!” I scorn. “I feel exposed like this.”

“I like you exposed.”

I smile, biting down on my lip. He brings his head down to my knee, running his nose down my leg slowly, trailing little kisses across my sweaty skin. My chest rises and falls, my heart rate picking up again. “Beast?”

“Shhh...” He props himself up on his fists, kissing down my inner thigh. I prop myself up on my elbows, bringing my eyes down to his. He peers up at me under his eyelashes with a smirk. I tilt my head, running my eyes over him. Shit, he’s sexy. He’s like a God, carved from stone with a boyish smile and chiseled cheekbones. He’s perfect. His shoulders and arms bulge out under the pressure he’s putting them on. His sweat glistening off his tanned, muscled body and my clit pulses, demanding attention.

I can’t get enough of him.

It’s a problem.

Slowly, he brings his face down to my crotch and I close my eyes, masked in the mixed feelings that are pushing through me right now. His hair scratches on my inner thighs, the rough kisses he lands hitting right over my clit. I begin begging for more, wanting skin to skin. My hips slowly rocking into him when a low growl slips out from his mouth. Wrapping his fingers around the waistband of my spandex shorts, he rips them down roughly and I lift my body up higher to give him easier access.

“Beast, what if—” I throw my head back arching my back into him as his hot mouth covers me, feasting on me like a starved animal. Low grunts escape his mouth and I push myself into his mouth more. Wrapping my thighs around his head, I flip him over—or more, he lets me flip him over—onto his back so I’m straddling his face. His speed picks up and my hips follow his moves, matching his pace. It’s not much longer until my stomach clenches and my orgasm ripples through me, making me weak in my legs. After riding it out, I lift myself slightly up, bringing my body down his rock hard torso and gliding over his equally hard cock. Bringing my hand back, I pull his pants down and guide myself over him, slowly lowering and allowing my body to expand and accommodate his massive size.

Crossing my eyes, I run them over his body and up to his face. He groans again, tipping his head back and resting his hands on my hips.

“Baby, I love how you take charge and all, but I’m going to need to deal with you real good right now.”

I chuckle, running my tongue over my bottom lip before biting down on my lip. Once my body’s let him in, I bring myself up before pulling myself down again. Having sex with Beast is now my top priority.

Rolling off him, I huff out before giggling out loud. “Okay, I think I can’t feel my legs.”

Bringing himself up, he pulls his shorts up, tying the drawstring up before taking my hand and hauling me to my feet. Wrapping his tight arm around my waist, he pulls me into him, dropping his face and running his nose along mine. “Tell me you’re mine,” he whispers, searching my eyes nervously.

“I already told you I was,” I answer, wrapping my hands around his arms that are so huge, my tiny hands look like miniature kitten claws against a lion.

He shakes his head, squeezing me again. “Be my Old Lady,” he answers, his voice hoarse and his breath fogging against my now cooled down skin. A shiver slices through my body as goose bumps break out across my skin.

“I don’t know if I’m Old Lady material, Beast,” I begin, his eyebrows draw together as his stare deepens, his dark eyes seeping into my blue.

“I just want you to try. Give us a shot… a proper shot.”

Licking my lips, I pull the side of it into my mouth and nod my head. “Okay. I’ll try, but I can’t guarantee I’ll be good at it.”

A wide white-toothed smile comes on full display across his beautiful face, making one come onto mine to match his. He picks me up with the one arm that is wrapped around my waist. Bringing his other hand up to behind my neck, he pulls my face down to his, kissing me softly before bringing his face back to search my eyes once again. “You just made me the happiest man in the world.”

I laugh, wrapping my legs around his waist. I take hold of his face between my hands and lay two little quick kisses on his lips. “You have no idea, how happy you make me, Beast. No idea,” I answer, smiling back at him.

“Come on,” he says, biting playfully on my lip. “We’ll take a shower then come back out tonight to shot some arrows.”

I nod my head, excitement thrashing through me. “In the dark?”

He nods, placing me back down to my feet. “In the dark.”

Lacing my fingers with his, I point to the room. “Should we put some clothes on before stepping out?”

He laughs, shaking his head. “Nah babe, no-one will fuck with you. Trust me. They won’t even bat an eye in your direction.”

“Okay, good.” I guess I don’t have to worry about him, there’s no woman here to perve at him. He looks so damn edible. Wearing nothing but low Nike sweat pant drawstring shorts and high-top shoes, a light moan slips from my mouth and his body stiffens. “Did you just eye fuck me?”

I nod my head. “I did.”

Shaking his head, he pulls me under his arm and kisses my head. “Let’s make this quick, I need you naked playing bad bitch on my dick again.”

“Only bad for you,” I answer with a smirk and he growls into my hair. “Damn straight only for me.”

Walking out of the gym, we make our way to the clubhouse, the cold air whipping my skin like a bucket of ice being thrown over me. I wrap my arms around myself, attempting to cover my skin. The little sports bra and black spandex shorts don’t seem like a good idea now.

“Bet you wish you never bought these now?” I ask, my teeth jittering under the temperature drop, or maybe it’s because my body keeps changing from hot to cold.

He pulls me in close. “Sorry, baby.”

Once we hit his bike that’s parked in a line with all the rest of them, a tall, brunette woman saunters out of the clubhouse and stops in her tracks when she sees us. Beast clenches his jaw together tightly and points to his bike. “Wait here.” I nod my head, leaning against his bike as he marches up to the beautiful woman that’s standing in front of him. I watch her closely when suddenly her eyes rake his body up and down with a smile on her mouth and my hackles stand up straight, my shoulders square before I tilt my head at her, watching her movements. My palms sweat and my body shivers. Her face drops and she looks to me, her eyes narrowing, eying me up and down and I cringe inwardly. I hate confrontation, but if someone hit me or came at me, I wouldn’t back down. I will never let someone walk all over me ever again.

Beast turns in his steps and the woman retreats into the clubhouse in a huff. He reaches me and his face changes, a smile pulling at his mouth. “Come on. Back to that shower.”

“Who was that?” I ask, not letting it go.

“Shelby,” he answers, handing me the helmet.

“And she is…?” I take the helmet from him and pull it over my head.

“Not important,” he answers in a clipped tone.

“Don’t bullshit me, Beast. You know what I mean.”

“Yes, I have fucked her… a few times… but not for a while. Happy?”

I smile. “No, but thank you for being honest with me. Now I’m not in the dark. Tell me everything, Beast. Even if you think I can’t handle it, I need to know. Especially about your ex-whores. It’s too embarrassing to not know, they’ll assume they have one up on me if they think I don’t know.”

He swings his leg over and I jump on behind him, pulling myself up against him tightly.

He runs his thumb over my hand. “I’ll always tell you, baby. I promise.”

With that, he kick starts the bike and we make our way back to the house Melissa and I are sharing.

After our shower, I walk out to the bedroom where Beast is sitting on the side of the bed, tying up his combat boots.

“I’m going over to Jada’s tonight. What time will you be back?” I ask, squeezing the towel that is wrapped around my body.

Throwing his cut on, he wraps his fingers into mine. “I’ll be back a bit later. About Garret—”

Pushing my finger up to his lips, I shake my head. “Don’t. Please. I’ll find out when Melissa finds out.”

His shoulders sag as his lips push into my fingers, kissing them gently. “All right then.”

After giving me a brief kiss goodbye, he leaves through the door and when his Harley vibrates the walls showing his departure, I walk to my closet and pull out my yoga pants and loose long sleeve top that falls off one shoulder. Untying my hair, I let it fall in long natural waves down to my waist. Opening my bedroom door, I run downstairs and head straight for the kitchen to gather together all of the alcohol I can see.

“Meadow?” Melissa calls out from the living room.

Standing from my position of being bent over in the fridge, I walk in and smile at her. “Hey! You all ready?”

She nods her head, standing from the sofa. “Yeah, just one thing…”

Wrapping my arms in front of me, I nod my head. “Shoot!”

“Do you know if Garret is Hella’s kid?”

“No, I don’t. Beast was going to tell me, but I told him not to. We can ask her tonight if you want?”

She nods her head. “Yeah, I guess. Not that it’s any of my business.”

Spinning around, I turn to make my way back to the kitchen. “Well, I guess not. Come help me pull this out, then we can head over.”

After Melissa and I both gathered together all the alcohol, we pile into my car and drive over to Jada’s. She texted me earlier, giving me a brief description of how to get there. When we pull up, I take a look around. The house is adorable. It’s much like the one we’re staying in, only this one looks more lived in and has ride on toys out the front. Getting out of my car, I shut the door and look at Melissa. “Come on, let’s go.”

We’re halfway up the steps when the front door swings open and an older woman is standing there with a smile on her face. “Hello, you must be Meadow?”

I nod my head, placing all the bottles on one arm and reaching my hand out to her. “I am, nice to meet you,” I say with a smile.

“This is Melissa,” I say, nudging my head toward Melissa, who smiles and reaches her hand out.

“I’m Bethy, nice to meet you too, dear. Come in. Jada won’t be long she just jumped into the shower.”

I nod my head and follow her inside, removing my shoes on the way.

“Well, go and take a seat out on the porch. Jada set everything up out there.”

I nod my head. “Okay. Thank you, too. Beast told me it was you who filled up the cupboards for us, I really appreciate that.”

She waves my comment away. “It’s the least I could do for you.”

Tilting my head, I’m just about to ask what she means, when Jada walks down the stairs behind me, huffing out a breath as she gets to the last step. “Sorry, I forgot to shower and I was training tonight, so I didn’t want to engulf you in my sweat.” She smiles, pulling us both in for a friendly hug.

“No problem,” I say, following them out the door to the porch that wraps around the entire house. There’s a little swing that sits to the left and to the right there’s a rectangular outdoor table and chairs where Jada has lined up all the foods you could think of. I laugh. “You trying to get me fat?”

She laughs, taking a seat. “No, I just know that Beast trained you today, so no doubt you will be hungry.”

I nod, placing the bottles of wine onto the table and glancing out to the large farmland that surrounds the house. “It’s beautiful here, all the nature is relaxing.”

She smiles. “Thank you. Now take a seat.” She points to the table and I laugh, pulling a seat up next to her.

Popping open the bottles, I begin pouring the cold liquid into the glasses, handing one to both Jada and Bethy. “So, where’s Garret?” I ask, looking over my shoulders.

“He’s just scrubbing up. He’ll be down soon no doubt, especially with all the food here. But I’ll be kicking his butt upstairs after that. He has school tomorrow.”

I nod my head. “I have to ask.”

Melissa sucks in a breath beside me and Jada smirks, tilting her head. “Do ask.”

Narrowing my eyes, I shake my head. “What’s it like having a child in this life?”

Jada picks up a handful of grapes and shrugs. “Just like one big family. Garret loves the guys. He has twelve badass uncles who ride on bikes and carry guns.” She rolls her eyes.

“I notice you said twelve, not eleven?” I whisper, tilting my head to the side and Jada smiles.

“Hella is Garret’s father. Not by blood, but by choice. He stepped up since day one to take on that roll.”

Picking up a handful of chips, I tilt my head. “So he’s not his dad?”

“No, he is not.” She smiles, taking a sip of her drink. “But he’s the closest thing that Garret has to a dad. He loves him like a son and Garret loves him like a dad. They adore each other, so Hella is very much active in Garret’s life. He even has him on every second weekend.”

Smiling, I drink the rest of my glass before placing it back down and refilling. “That’s really sweet.”

Jada smiles and nods her head. I guess there’s a lot more that went on there, but it’s not my place to pry. Melissa refills her glass quickly and Jada looks to her. “I feel really sorry for you,” she says to Melissa and Melissa pauses with the glass short of her mouth.

“Me? Why?” she scoffs, placing the glass back on the table.

“Because Hella wants you.”

Melissa shakes her head and laughs. “That’s not true. Even if that were, why would you feel sorry for me?”

“Because he’s ruthless when it comes to something he wants. He won’t give up. And what he wants? Is you.”

“We will kill each other before we fuck each other again,” Melissa mumbles.

Jada laughs. “Yeah, I’m sure that would excite him, too.”

We all burst out laughing until Garret walks in, running his hands over his long hair that falls over his forehead. He’s adorable, looks a lot like Jada, only his hair is blond and he has more European features than Jada’s exotic ones.

“Hey, kid. Come say hello to the girls,” Jada says, waving him over.

“Hey,” he answers with a clipped tone. “Can I eat now?” he mumbles, taking a plate and piling it up with food.

“Garret, that’s Meadow,” she gestures to me. “She’s uncle B’s Old Lady.”

Garret pauses his food piling and looks to me. He tilts his head and I smile.

“Uncle B doesn’t want an Old Lady,” he answers, narrowing his eyes at me suspiciously.

I laugh. “You might need to take that up with him. Nice to meet you, Garret.”

He grunts. “Nice to meet you too.” I laugh again, the kid actually grunted. If that’s not a dead giveaway that he spends far too much time with bikers, I don’t know what is.

Melissa stands from the table. “Can I show you something?” she says to Garret and he nods his head. Melissa picks up the packet of
TimTams
that are sitting on the table and I narrow my eyes at her, knowing what she’s about to do. She hands him a
TimTam
and points to his hot cocoa. “Bite each end of the
TimTam,
and then suck your hot cocoa through the cookie before eating it. It’s heaven in your mouth.”

He narrows his eyes at her again. “Are you sure?”

“Trust me. I’m like, the cookie queen.”

He laughs, following her orders. When he takes a bite from the
TimTam,
his eyes pop open and roll back behind his head. “Oh my God,” he moans. “You’re shitt’n me. Where’d you learn to do that?”

“Garret!” Jada snaps and he apologizes to his mom quickly.

“I’m the cookie queen.” She winks, taking a seat back down. Garret picks up the packet of cookies and quickly runs upstairs. Jada stands from the table and huffs out, waving her arms up.

“Fuck it. The kid will just have to get diabetes,” she says slumping back into her seat and I giggle.

“He’s a sweet kid.”

“Sweet enough to make your teeth rot,” she scoffs, tipping her drink back.

We all laugh again and Jada turns to Melissa. “Where’d you learn to do that?”

“Our friend, Alaina, she’s from New Zealand. She gets her parents to ship all this food from New Zealand.
TimTams
is one of them.”

“
TimTams
are Australian?” Jada asks before adding, “They’re basically the same countries, so I guess that’s why.”

I laugh, not wanting to correct her. Melissa nods her head. “Yeah, basically. Where’d you get them from?”