normal and shit, you’d be out of here so fast my head would spin.”
He wasn’t wrong. Normal was highly overrated, whatever the hell “normal” actually was. Having been raised by the President of the Dixie Reapers MC, what I wanted in a man was slightly different from the girls I’d met in high school and college. I’d never understood women who swooned over a man in a suit. Give me a guy in a leather cut, grease-stained ripped jeans, and a tight T-shirt and I was in heaven. Granted, my grandfather had worn suits for the longest time and still tended to dress more business casual than anything else. As much as I loved my grandfather, I was definitely a daddy’s girl.
“So can we? Go eat at the clubhouse?” I asked.
“Sure, Tink. Put up what you can of this mess, then get ready. I think it’s going to rain so we’ll drive over in your Cadillac. Don’t want you getting soaked on the bike, even if it is a short trip.”
“The big, bad Pres is going to show up at the clubhouse in an Escalade? You sure you can handle the fallout?”
He swatted my ass. “Yep. Be ready in an hour. I need to check on Pirate and Bandit.”
Now why the hell hadn’t I thought to let them out of their room? It wasn’t like they could talk back, but at least I wouldn’t have looked like an idiot talking to myself today. Of course, I’d have to make sure they couldn’t reach any of the soap stuff. I wouldn’t want them to get sick if they tried to eat or drink it.
I cleaned up what I could without having a place to pack it all away, then ran upstairs to shower and change. It was cold outside so I dried my hair before pulling it back in a ponytail. I left a few wisps of hair around my face. Even though I wasn’t big on makeup, I did take the time to at least enhance my eyes and use a lip stain in a deep raspberry. If I was going in there on Beast’s arm, as his old lady, I wanted to make sure I wouldn’t embarrass him. Well, not with the way I looked at any rate. I couldn’t make any promises when it came to my behavior or my mouth.
The long-sleeved black shirt I’d chosen had cutouts down the arms with little silver buttons holding the pieces together. It fit snug across my breasts and nipped in at the waist. I’d always felt chunky in it, but Beast was slowly showing me I was sexy just the way I was. He loved my curves, and I was starting to like them more too.
My skinny jeans clung to me like a second skin, and I’d tucked them into the boots I’d been wearing the first day I’d met Beast, since he seemed to like them so much. Or rather, he’d said something along the lines of every time he saw me in these boots he wanted to fuck me. I wasn’t sure it was the boots to be honest. He seemed to be set to “want to fuck” default whenever we were in the same room. I couldn’t complain. The man had given me so many orgasms there were nights I thought I might die from pleasure.
I hurried downstairs and nearly tripped over my feet when I saw him standing by the front door. He’d apparently changed clothes while I was in the shower. The jeans he’d put on hugged his thighs in a way that made me tingle. His shirt was tight across his chest and biceps. But the leather cuff on his wrist nearly made me melt into a puddle at his feet. Well, that and his scent. I didn’t know what cologne he’d put on, but it made me want to rip my clothes off and beg him to take me right here. Holy. Shit.
“You all right, Tink?” he asked, a smirk gracing his lips.
“Y-Yeah. Just need my property cut.”
He took it off the hook by the door and helped me into it. His fingers brushed the bare skin peeking through the cutouts on my shirtsleeves and a shiver raked my spine. It was going to be a long damn night. Maybe we could eat fast and come back home. Did he have any idea the impact he had on me? The way just looking at him made my knees weak? That his scent made