Beast and baby, p.1
Beast and Baby,
p.1
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BEAST AND BABY
First edition. November 30, 2018.
Copyright © 2018 Naomi West.
ISBN: 978-1386562078
Written by Naomi West.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
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Beast and Baby: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Hounds of Hades MC Book 3)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Epilogue
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Beast and Baby: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Hounds of Hades MC Book 3)
By Naomi West
He ripped me apart like a savage beast.
THE BAD BOY BIKER CAME to the auto shop to fix things up..
Then he came to my bedroom to break me down.
But when someone I trusted turns out to be a monster, I have no other choice:
I have to beg the outlaw to protect me.
JESSI
Rip is an engine, a dynamo, loud and dirty and aggressive as hell.
And just like the bikes he loves, he’s dying to tear me apart.
Piece by piece, bit by bit, he’s going to dismantle me – just for his own savage pleasure.
But when he’s done...
He sure as hell isn’t going to be the one to put me back together.
It’s not just my body that’s falling apart under the biker’s touch, either.
My dreams for the future are crumbling to dust at the same time.
I thought a college education would be my ticket to the big time.
Fame, fortune, the whole nine yards.
But it turns out Rip isn’t the only beast who’s hungering for a bite of me.
There’s far worse out there, hiding their cruel vices behind friendly faces.
And all of them -all of these animals – want one thing and one thing only:
To shove me down onto my knees and make me their property.
RIP
She was a pretty little peach...
And she f**king hated my guts from the second I walked in her daddy’s chop shop.
That only made me laugh.
I love a good challenge.
And even though she’s far from my first vicious conquest...
This little vixen will be the most fun yet.
Go ahead and resist, I tell her.
We’ll see how long you last.
But then something happened that I never anticipated.
Jessi begged me for my help.
There’s someone else who thinks they can lay their hands on my woman.
Hell f**king no.
I don’t share; I don’t play nice.
And if this creepy son of a b!tch plans on touching so much as a hair on her head...
I’ll rally every damn brother in my motorcycle club and we’ll bring burning hellfire to his doorstep.
I’ll make him suffer and plead for mercy.
And right before I end him, I’ll tell him the one thing in this world that’s a pure f**king fact:
She. Is. Mine.
Chapter 1
Jessi
Hearing Rip promise to take care of things with Ellsmith was like a weight off my chest—even though he'd promised that before, and even though there had been no change since the first time he had promised it. But I could tell that he really felt badly about everything that I'd gone through, and I could also practically feel the anger radiating off him. He was going to take care of Ellsmith; I didn't have to worry about that anymore.
What I didn't know how to react to was Rip's insistence that he hadn't been sleeping with anyone else since we'd slept together. I'd been so sure that he was still sleeping around, that this was just a release for both of us. Now, I was beginning to wonder.
I was pretty sure that I had feelings for Rip. I wasn't in love with him or anything like that; I didn't know the guy that well, for all the time that we'd been spending together lately. But I definitely respected the man, and I definitely enjoyed whatever it was that we were doing. I just didn't expect things to actually progress.
I yawned, interrupting my train of thought, wherever it might have been heading.
Rip laughed and squeezed my shoulder lightly. “Come on, let's get you to bed,” he said. “Unless you're going to tell me that you need to get back home so that you can make curfew.”
I grimaced and pulled out my phone, not surprised to see that I had a half dozen missed calls from Dad. I hadn't really thought anything about my curfew; I'd been so worked up over everything to do with Gary. “Shit,” I muttered under my breath. I was going to be in so much trouble.
“Here, let me talk to him,” Rip said, gently sliding the phone out of my hand. Before I could protest, he was calling Dad back, the phone pressed to his ear. “Hello, sir, this is Rip,” he said into the phone, and I was surp
He listened to whatever Dad had to say in response to that. “I don't think it's anything too serious. I bet she'll be back in the shop in the morning,” he told Dad. “But if she's not up to it, I'll make sure and show up to give you a hand.” He listened again and then held the phone out to me. “Your dad wants to talk to you.”
“Hi, Dad,” I said into the phone, unable to keep the nervousness from creeping into my voice. Rip's hand came up to gently stroke my back to calm me down.
“What did I tell you about hanging out with-”
I tuned out his words, unable to listen to them when I was already so upset. Tears started falling down my cheeks again, and I could see Rip's expression grow tight before he reached out to grab the phone from me. “I'll bring her home in the morning,” he snapped into the phone. “Have a good night.” With that, he hung up.
“I'm sorry,” I sobbed as Rip pulled me back into his arms. God, I couldn't believe I wasn't able to hold it together better than this.
“Shh,” Rip said. “There's nothing for you to be sorry about. You're already upset and you didn't need him yelling at you as well.” He held me silently against him for a long moment, until I was able to pull myself back together a little more. “Come on,” he finally said. “Time for bed.”
As he led me towards his bedroom, I paused, feeling uncertain. “Rip, I'm sorry, but I'm not feeling-”
“Hey,” Rip said, turning to face me, holding my hands lightly between his. He looked searchingly into my eyes. “I promise you, Jessi, we're not going to do anything,” he told me. “I mean, I'd like to spoon you, if that's okay. You seem like you could use that. But I'm not going to force you to have sex with me or anything like that tonight. Not after everything that you've been through. And if even sharing a bed is too much, then all you have to do is say the word, and I will come sleep on the couch.”
I stared at him for a minute, surprised at his words. “You're not like what I expected,” I finally said.
“What do you mean?” Rip asked.
“You're a big, brawny biker dude,” I said, shrugging a little, feeling a bit self-conscious. “I just expected you to be ...kind of an asshole. But you're ...” I trailed off, not even really sure what I was trying to say.
Rip laughed a little and shook his head. “Yeah, well. My aunt was a real Southern belle,” he said. “I learned pretty early on that you treat women right—and if you don't, they come after you with a wooden spoon!”
I giggled at that and shook my head. “It's just ...” I shook my head again, feeling a bit overwhelmed by his kindness.
Rip seemed to understand what I wasn't saying, though, and he smiled at me. “Come on, darling,” he said, drawing me into his room and over towards the bed. He stripped off his jeans and his tee-shirt, but he left his boxers on as he climbed into bed. I did the same, leaving on my panties and bra as I slipped in next to him, holding my breath.
“Good night,” Rip murmured into the darkness, curling his body protectively around mine.
“Good night,” I whispered back.
IN THE MORNING, WE woke up in a tangle of limbs. I could feel Rip's morning hard-on pressing insistently against my thigh, wordlessly begging me to do something with it. When I pulled back and looked up, Rip was still fast asleep, his face slack and his arms resting loosely around me.
I shifted, dragging my hand over the tent in his boxers. Although he stirred a little, pressing his hips closer to mine, his eyes didn't open. I hesitantly slid my hand into his boxers, tugging lightly at the soft, scorching skin there.
That got a reaction out of him. Rip groaned and his eyes flickered open, staring blearily down at me. He frowned and cocked his head to the side, and my hand stilled against him, wondering if I'd done something wrong. We had never woken up next to one another before. We just had these little quick things in back alleyways and bathrooms. Maybe he hadn't expected me to stay the night. Maybe I had been meant to get out of there before he woke up.
“I'm sorry,” I breathed, moving to get out of bed.
“Jessi,” Rip said sharply, his hand shooting out to catch my wrist. I paused there at the edge of the bed, practically shivering with embarrassment. “Whatever you're thinking, you're wrong,” he told me, his voice still rough with sleep.
I bit my lower lip. “Look, I should get out of here,” I told him, already glancing towards the untidy pile that I'd left my clothes in the previous night. “Sorry that I-”
Rip growled and suddenly sprang into motion, tumbling me back onto the bed and climbing on top of my hips, pinning me back against the sheets. Once there, he ground down against me, his erection providing heated friction between my legs. “Do you feel that?” he asked roughly, repeating the motion again. “That's all you, babe.” He shook his head. “If I didn't want you here, I wouldn't be half as hard as I am.”
I frowned up at him, trying to trust his words. “But I-”
“Jessi, if I wanted you to leave, trust me when I say that I would just tell you to leave.” He caught my lips in a soft, searing kiss. “But I don't want you to leave,” he continued as he broke away from me.
“Okay,” I said shakily. I was practically dizzy with the heat of my lust already, and it only grew more intense as he slid his hands down and explored the area between my thighs, stroking expertly at my need.
“Is this okay?” he asked, pausing for a moment to stare searchingly at my face. “I know you were pretty upset last night ...”
I groaned and pressed down against his probing fingers. “Honestly, Rip, if you don't get these panties off me and your fingers inside me within the next five seconds, I'm going to do it myself,” I warned him, only half joking. I could hardly think straight with how badly I needed this.
“As much as I'd love to watch you pleasuring yourself,” Rip said, “I'd rather save that for sometime when I'm not feeling quite so desperate for your slick pussy.” He slipped down my panties and then nuzzled his way between my legs, pressing soft kisses down my folds.
I whined a little, hands fisting in the sheets. His tongue skimmed around the rim of my entrance, and I could tell that he was teasing me from the way he grinned up at me. “Rip,” I whimpered breathlessly. In answer, he delved into my hole, using just his tongue, tasting my desire. But even though he expertly darted his tongue in and out, swirling it around, hitting all my sweet spots, it just wasn't enough.
I was practically sobbing by the time he pulled back and lined up his cock against the same space that his mouth has just been ravishing. “Please,” I begged, beside myself with need. “Please, please, please ...”
I came on his first thrust into my sheath, clawing at his biceps in an attempt to ground myself, my head twisting from side to side, eyes squeezed shut as wave after wave of orgasm consumed me.
When I came back to consciousness, I realized that Rip was frozen over me, even though I could see the strain in his face and his arms from holding so still. “Can I ...” he started to ask, and I realized he was waiting for me to calm down a moment before moving, keeping from overwhelming me.
I nodded my head vigorously, and I was rewarded with the way he began to pump his hips against mine. He pushed my legs up and back, giving him better access to my hole, and I could feel the burn of his girth deep inside of me. I was trembling all over, and my sahking was only emphasized by the little sparkling shoots of pleasure I felt as Rip ran his hands all over me.
I came again and again, until I could hardly breathe, let alone think. It was a relief to finally feel Rip stilling above me, a soft groan falling from his lips as he spilled his seed. He practically collapsed down against me, looking nearly as exhausted as I felt. After a moment, he had the presence of mind to pull me into his arms, cradling me against his chest.
“Back to sleep?” I finally asked, when he showed no signs of moving.
Rip laughed a little at that. “Back to sleep,” he agreed. “Have to keep our energy up if we're going to go for round two.”
