I cage her, getting lost in those eyes. The lights in the corridor are dimly lit, giving her a fairy glow.
“Tell me what you feeling.” I demand.
“You keep taunting me, controlling me but I’m not yours. Why do I feel you’re mine?” Her eyes are so lost. So fucking lost.
She doesn’t have a clue.
I rest my chin on her forehead,
“You are mine Beauty, your body has been telling you it from day one, your mind just hasn’t caught up yet.”
“Uncle Logan and Beggar sitting in the tree k. i. s. s. i. n. g .” Aron sings, his head popping in and out breaking our moment.
Beggar’s hand to my chest gives me slight push. I take a hesitant, a very hesitant and slow step back from her.
And I can’t help the laugh that bubbles up in me when she practically runs into my room.
Even the boy thinks it’s funny.
I want to go in there with them but the raging hard on I got isn’t going to go away if I do.
I trek to the opposite end. Storm and Texas are cleaning up Killers room. It’s in a fucking state.
“He is going to fuck y’all up when he gets back,” I chuckle as I walk in.
“Good thing I’m the VP, this ones on you Tex.” Storm chortles as he picks up the empty cans riddled on the floor.
“Ya think he gonna give a fuck ’bout that, blame the kid.” Texas drawls from the opposite side of the bed.
Storm throws the beer cans in the empty bin,
“Remind me again why the fuck we are scared of him? He’s a kid.”
“A kid that can kill you with fucking toilet paper,” I say.
It’s obvious.
We all quieten and stare at the room. Texas has the duvet in his hands, Storm is holding the popcorn bowl and me I’m just standing there with my arms crossed and we all think the same fucking thing.
“We need the women!” We all say it together.
Texas and Storm go down in search of the girls while I head back to check on Beggar.
I hear the two of them in the bathroom. The shower is running and the door is a jar. Beggar’s ass faces the door as she scrubs the kid who is singing some whacky song.
I lean against the frame of my bathroom door enjoying the show. It all looks good.
She’s enjoying herself. I notice how she likes taking care of people.
She’s always helping, keeping busy. What she doesn’t know is that she’s shit at washing dishes.
Knight and Spade have been redoing the dishes at night when she’s asleep.
“Can you help me out, I need to get his clothes from my room.” Her voice is small, when she faces me and my gut tells me I’m missing something.
I wait for her to leave the bathroom. Then I take the towel and throw it at him, “Hope you enjoyed that, ’cause you just earned time out by the wall,” I tell him.
Aron is naughty and he should be bathing himself but with David for a dad and Beggar at his beck and call I don’t blame him.
After ten minutes, and a naked, sleepy Aron I know Beggar isn’t coming. I go to my cupboard and fetch one of Falon’s t-shirts and slip it on the kid. By the time I’m tucking him in he is out for the count.
It takes me half hour to find Venus and get her to watch the kid while I look for Beggar.
By eleven I’m walking toward the lake, blanket in hand. It’s a trek.
I pass the stables and the barn heading toward the small hill. Why Beggar likes to come this side is a mystery. It’s dark and creepy.
The other women would never come here at night but then again isn’t it why I call her Beauty. I wish she’ll just tell me her name.
Trust is a hard thing for me and with Beggar it’s harder. She has so much secrets, so many nightmares and I want to know her. I need to.
By the time I make it to the hill, it’s drizzling. I walk closer to her form. She’s in the rain in a thin strap vest and hasn’t moved an inch. Lost in her mind.
What does she think about? Is she thinking about the man she says owns her? I wasn’t lying when I told her I’ll kill him. I will.
I’m at the end of patience with waiting, I want her, I need her. I’ve never wanted a woman so much before. I’ve never had to work so hard to get a woman to want me either.
Since I’ve met her, I watched her play with her life as she throws herself on the ground, belittling who she is.
Why does she do it? Why does she deny what it is we have? How can I help her? What do I do?
It’s all those questions that remain unanswered as I finally get to her. I wrap the blanket around her shoulders and sit my ass down beside her as my arm pulls her toward my chest.
She fights me and my heart aches at how broken she is. If I were a lesser man I would have broken down and cried.
“It’s only me.” She settles at my voice. Her head resting on my chest.
There is no moon to light our darkness as we watch the tears from the sky feed the lake. My hold on her tightens at just the thought of tomorrow. I’ll have to leave her here. I have to go hunt Jade down, and kill the guys who took her.
I’ll return with more blood on my hands, more lives I’ve taken. She must sense my distress ’cause I feel the heat of her lips as she places a soft kiss on my chest.
She lifts her eyes to me and it’s so dark I can’t see her, but I feel her lips on my neck,
“Claim me Zero, show me what it is to be yours.”
“Not here, come on.” I plant a chaste kiss on her nose before I help her up.
Her hand finds mine and our fingers link. I pull her in a partial run and she laughs whenever she almost stumbles as we move up the hill, back to where we came.
By the time we get to the kitchen door, we are soaked.
Her hair is plastered to her arms and neck. Her nipples pebbled into small points.
I look into her eyes, her need, her want for me so strong that I shake to restrain myself from taking her right here, up against the back door.