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CHAPTER 5
BEAST
I don’t know what I was thinking before now. Jealously took hold of me in a way I didn’t know how to wash it away without confronting Bristol. More than that, seeing her with my goddamn brother.
Fucking hell.
Scooping Bristol in my arms, I shove all other thoughts from my head for the time being and focus solely on kissing her. I carry her through the house and lay her on the couch, our mouths still fused together. The taste of her kiss is heady, and I want more. So much more.
I break away from her lips and kiss my way down her jaw, her neck, and nip at where her shoulder and neck meet.
“What are you doing to me?” she moans, arching into me, more than obvious she’s enjoying my touch.
I slip a hand between us and yank down the tank top she’d changed into. Her tits spill out of the top, and fuck me if my mouth doesn’t water all the more at the pretty sight of her nipples. Beaded little nips with hoops pierced through both ofthem. “When did you get these?” I find myself asking, swiping a thumb over the hardened tip. “I never knew you to have piercings.
“You never really knew me, Beast,” she says, her voice sounding almost sad, but it’s mixed with arousal. The look in her eyes is the same. One thing about Bristol is she’s never been able to hide emotions. Not really.
Except that day in the hospital.
“Think it’s past time we remedy that, don’t you?” Bending down, I flick my tongue over the tip of her nipple.
Bristol responds with a moan, and I take it as all the encouragement I need to wrap my lips around the hard bud and suck deeply. The noises coming from her spur me on.I take my time enjoying one breast and move to the next using my thumb and forefinger as a way to keep playing with the other.
I want to give her more, and I intend to. That is until the moment is broken by the furious knocking on the front door.
“Bristol, open this door right this minute,” a scornful woman shouts.
“Oh my God,” Bristol breathes, shaking her head, eyes closed. The way her face pales alerts me to all I need to know, but I do need her to tell me who the woman is.
“Who’s at the door, Bristol?” I ask while readjusting her shirt back over her tits.
“My mom,” she whispers. “She hadn’t been to my house yet.”
“I mean it, Bristol,” her mom yells, knocking rapidly. “You need to open this door. Right this minute.”
“You want her to go away?” Getting to my feet, I pull her up off the couch with me. We’re nowhere near done, but for now, it’s on pause until we get rid of Bristol’s mother.
“I’m not on good terms with her,” Bristol finally answers and shakes her head. “You better go. I’m sure whatever she’s here for won’t be pretty.”
“Butterfingers, I’m not going anywhere,” I announce, using the nickname she’d earned the first night she started working at Keeper’s Pub. That night, she ended up dropping two beers. They slipped right from her fingers and spilled in my lap. Instead of getting pissed at her, I laughed and called her Butterfingers. That was the start of our friendship, and the name stuck all this time. “I’ll handle this shit.”
“You can’t just handle my mom, Beast,” Bristol remarks, licking her lips as we ignore the insistent knocking. “You don’t know what she’s like.”
“I guess I’m about to find out then.” Letting her go, I quickly stalk to the front door, throw the door open, and stand in the middle of it, blocking the entrance to anyone who dared try to step in. “What?” I demand, meeting the gaze of not just one woman but two, both of which were well dressed in cashmere and pearls. One older, the younger, seemed roughly my age. “Can I help you?”
“Who are you?” Bristol’s mother demands, looking down her nose at me.
“Doesn’t matter who I am,” I grunt, crossing my arms, both women watching as I do this. “I asked what I could help you with?”
“This is my daughter’s house. Move out of my way before I have you removed from these premises.” The older woman tries to push her way in, but I don’t budge.
“Lady, you ain’t about to have me removed from Bristol’s house, and I ain’t moving out of the way until you state your purpose for being here without her knowing you were coming,” I inform the woman, realizing she looks somewhat familiar. I just can’t put my finger on it.
“Beast, let her in. She won’t stop until she gets in here,” Bristol murmurs quietly enough for only me to hear.
“You sure?” Glancing over my shoulder, I take in the expression on Bristol’s face, seeing she blanked her face, stilling all her emotions.
“Yeah.” She nods and moves to pour herself another glass of wine.
