Beast: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Hounds of Hades MC) (Asphalt Sins Book 3)

by Naomi West

  But I wasn't going to go easy on her, not when she'd been begging so desperately for me to fill her.

  Instead, just when she started to get comfortable, I set a bruising pace, snapping my hips back and forth in a brutal rhythm that had her crying out with every thrust. But she could take it, she could take it so well, and she didn't pull away from me. Instead, her hips began to move with my thrusts; she was using the very tips of her toes and that light grip against the edge of the tub to move her body against mine.

  I rolled my hips around, and she made a soft, keening sound, trying to replicate the motion on her own, with little success. I grinned and did it again and again, reaching a hand down between her legs to stroke at the bundle of nerves there as well, as though I weren't already giving her enough stimulation.

  Suddenly, her hands spasmed against the wall, as though she were looking for purchase but unable to find it against the slippery tiles. She grabbed the hand that was at her left hip, lacing her fingers in mine, and I could feel her orgasm tear through her, her walls slickening with her own juices as they collapsed around me. She was shivering, despite the heat of the water around us, and again, she would have collapsed if it weren't for my hands still at her hips. But I continued to press into her, not sure if I was more desperate to continue her ecstasy or reach a climax of my own.

  We both reached that peak at the same time, though, crying out one another's names in unison. For a long moment, it was hard to tell where I ended and she began, there beneath the shower's hot spray. I focused on my breathing, on coming back into myself, and then I slowly drew myself away from her.

  I was shivering a little as well, I realized distantly as she straightened up and found her way into my arms. I held her close, kissing her hair, and finally began to feel almost like myself again.

  “That was...” Halley began. She pulled back and gave me a high-five, and I burst out laughing.

  “What the hell was that?” I asked.

  She blushed sheepishly. “I have no idea,” she admitted. “It just seemed like a good thing to do at the time.

  I shook my head, still chuckling, and reached for the shampoo. Honestly, I was kind of glad for the light-hearted gesture; for a moment, there, things had been almost too serious.

  Not that this commitment should scare me anymore. She and Cole were in my life for good, and I knew that. I just wanted to wait until that evening before I told her all the rest of it.

  I smiled a little to myself, thinking of my plans, and then began to scrub her down with her loofa, wiping away all the stress of the past months.

  Chapter Thirty

  Halley stared around the Papillion that evening, her eyes taking in all the jewel-bright tones and fancily-dressed diners. “Wow,” she said. “When you want to take a girl on a nice date, Jake, you really go all out, huh?”

  I shrugged a little, glancing around the place. “It was Tiffany's suggestion,” I admitted. “She said you probably hadn't been here yet and that you'd probably like it. It's all French food, so if that bothers you, we can go someplace else, but if nothing else, they should at least have a decent wine and champagne list.”

  Halley turned to kiss me lightly on the cheek. “Jake, this is great,” she said. She laughed a little self-consciously and tugged at her flowing black dress. “I feel a little underdressed, though. I know you said it was nice, but I didn't realize it was this nice. I look more like I'm going to the beach than—”

  I eyed the way the flowing material hugged her curves in all the right places, and especially eyed the way her breasts peeked out from the sweetheart neckline. “You look hot,” I told her honestly. “If it weren't such a fancy place, I'd take you to the bathroom midway through the meal and have my way with you there.”

  “Oh really?” Halley asked. “Why wouldn't you do that here?”

  “Because they probably have attendants in all of the bathrooms, and I don't feel like bribing someone just so I can fuck you in peace,” I told her, grinning devilishly at her. “Feels a little too much like prostitution.”

  I was rewarded with a burst of surprised laughter, and I preened a little as the waiter came over to us. He gave me a cursory look, but he really only had eyes for Halley, and although I felt a little pang of jealousy, I really couldn't blame him. She was looking positively radiant tonight. I couldn't quit smiling as we were led over to our table.

  “Let's get some champagne,” I suggested. “This is a celebration, after all.”

  Halley grinned at me and nodded. “Okay. You choose, though. I don't really know anything about champagne except that I'm not picky about it.”

  I wasn't about to tell her that I didn't really know that much about it either, except that I'd talked to half the club about what to get for the perfect night and gotten some recommendations. Fortunately, one of those recommendations was on the menu, and I ordered that.

  When it came, Halley held up her glass to me, raising an eyebrow. “So, are we supposed to do some sort of toast or something?” she asked. “Something about, congratulations to you on being so incredible and amazing and stopping the Holy Flames for good?”

  I laughed a little. “Well, there was something I wanted to say, something that I really brought you here to talk about, but it's a little different than that.” I set down my own glass of champagne and reached into my pocket, pulling out the little ring-box that I had there. Then, I got down on one knee next to our table.

  “Halley, I know things have been really crazy lately, and I know that we already kind of talked about this back when you were looking for protection from Brian, but I want to do this for real. If you're willing to have me.” I popped open the box, displaying the brilliant diamond ring inside. “Halley Talin, you are an amazing, brave, strong, incredible woman, and I couldn't imagine spending my life without you and Cole as part of it. I know that sometimes I get wrapped up in my own things, in the Devil's Route and all of that, but don't think that means that you are any less important to me. I would die for you, if I had to. I would go to the ends of the earth to protect you. And I would be so honored if you would agree to officially marry me.”

  Halley stared down at me for a long moment, her hand over her open mouth, tears in her eyes. “Oh Jake,” she said softly. But I suddenly realized I wasn't about to hear that one word that I wanted to hear. “Oh Jake,” she said again. “I want to say yes so badly. But you know that I can't. My parents would never support this, and I have to think about what's best for Cole. Of course, I want him to know you, and I want the two of you to have a relationship, but I also want to mend my relationship with my parents, and I want Cole to have a relationship with his grandparents as well. If they couldn't accept you, then...”

  I swallowed hard and got up off the floor, closing the ring box and putting it back into my pocket. “Of course,” I said gruffly, sitting back down and taking a big sip of champagne, wishing that it was something stronger. “No, I totally understand that, Halley. And of course, you have to do what's best for you and Cole. I just thought… But yeah. No. That's fine.”

  Halley sighed. “I feel like I've just totally killed the evening,” she said, her mouth twisting bitterly as she looked around at the place. People were tactfully looking away from us, but I could tell everyone was still listening in, wondering what had just happened with that proposal.

  “Halley, it's fine,” I repeated. “Look, I'm sorry I sprung it on you like that. It just seemed like we were getting closer and closer, and like I told you the other day, before the mission … well, I seem to have really fallen for you.” I smiled a little. “At the very least, you can't blame a man for trying, can you?”

  She smiled back at me, but there was still something sad in her eyes. “I wish I could have married you eight years ago,” she confessed. “Back when I first knew that I was pregnant with Cole. I wish I hadn't let my parents send me away to Louisiana and had just come forward to you and told you that I was pregnant. I think things might have been better then. But m
y parents have had eight years of a rocky relationship with me to sort through, and they've spent eight years thinking that you ruined their baby girl for them. So, you have to understand—”

  “I get that,” I interrupted. Mainly because I didn't want to hear anything more about it.

  “Maybe we could talk to them,” Halley said. “Together. I'm sure there has to be some way to make them see things my way. Cole really could use his father being around.”

  “You don't have to do that,” I said. “And especially not if you think it might ruin your relationship with them even further. Just forget about the whole thing, okay?”

  “But I don't want to do that,” Halley said, shaking her head. “God, Jake, don't you realize how much I really did want to say yes to that?” She looked around and then stood up. “Look, not to cut this short, but I don't think either of us is really in the right mood for this anymore. But Friday night, at my parents' place. They should be back from their trip with Cole by then. I'll make us all dinner, and then after Cole goes to bed, maybe we can all talk things through.”

  I stared at her for a long moment, trying to remember the way she looked, just like this, in case I never got to see her looking this ravishing again. “Okay,” I finally said. “Friday night, it is.”

  Chapter Thirty-One

  When I showed up at Halley's parents' house on Friday night — promptly at six o'clock, when she'd told me to be there — I had my hands full. I'd brought flowers for Halley, of course — calla lilies, because Tiffany had told me they were her favorites. But then I'd also brought a bottle of wine for her parents because I figured that might sweeten them up to me a little. And then I'd brought a new coloring book for Cole because I didn't want him to feel left out and still didn't know what other kinds of toys he might be interested in. I'd almost brought him a truck instead, but then I wasn't sure which ones he already had and … I was making this whole thing into a bit of a headache for myself, honestly.

  Cole answered the door, and he gave me a hug when I handed him the coloring book. “You're the best, Mr. Jake!” he told me. “Can you come color a picture with me?”

  “Not right now, buddy,” I told him. “But maybe later, okay?”

  “Okay!”

  Linda, Halley's mom, was right on his heels, and she gave me a disapproving look as Cole skipped into the living room with his new book. She pulled me aside before I even made it into the kitchen to see Halley.

  “Mrs. Talin,” I said, trying a winning smile and holding out the bottle of wine to her. “How are you? How was your trip?”

  She narrowed her eyes at me. “Look,” she said, her tone frosty. “I don't care how good you are with Cole or how nice you are to Halley. I raised her to be a good woman, and I'd like to raise Cole to be a good boy. Your influence in this situation would be disastrous.” She took a deep breath. “Now, I'm not going to kick you out tonight because Halley threatened to leave if I do. However, I do want to make sure that you're aware that neither George nor I want you to be here or want you anywhere near our grandson. Is that understood?”

  “Mother,” Halley said, coming into the hallway and wiping her hands on her apron. She looked cute like that — especially with the smear of flour across her cheek — but at the moment, I was too busy processing what Linda had just said.

  “Well, I have the right to say that, when he's a guest in my house,” Linda said, sniffing a little. “It's bad enough that you ended up ... like you did. I don't need to see that mistake repeat itself in another generation.”

  “Ma'am, if Cole even so much as gets on a motorcycle before he's twenty-one, he'll have hell to pay,” I assured her. “I have a sensible car as well, and—”

  “It's not about what kind of car you have,” Linda snapped. “You think I don't know what kinds of things you people get up to? Raping women and—”

  “Mother!” Halley snapped, sounding shocked. She shot me an apologetic look. “We at least agreed that we were going to save talk like that for after dinner, didn't we?” she said pointedly. “Until after we had got Cole in bed for the night. I think it would be best if we remembered that.”

  Linda looked like she might say something in response, but finally, she just shook her head. “I'm going to set the table,” she bit out.

  “Thanks, Mom,” Halley said. She looked at me and exhaled noisily, making a face. “Can you believe her?” she said, but she looked a bit sheepish. I had a feeling that was exactly the reaction that she had expected. No wonder she hadn't been able to agree to marry me.

  I held out the flowers to her, feeling uncertain. “Should I stay?” I asked. “I mean, they seem really upset to have me here. I know you said they would be upset, just … I didn't realize it would be like this.”

  Halley sighed. “Sorry about that,” she said. “Look, I'm working on them — and reminding them that Cole really could use a dad around. I'd like for them to get to know you a bit. But it's up to you. If you want to leave, I'm not stopping you.” But there was something there in the way that she said it…

  I sighed and shook my head. “All right, I'll stay,” I told her. “But we have our work cut out for us, I guess.”

  “Can you help me in the kitchen?” Halley asked as the kitchen timer started going off. “I'm almost finished up with everything, but if you could cut up some onions and tomatoes and things for a salad, that would be great.”

  “Sure,” I said, even though I hadn't really cooked in years. I guess that was part of being in a family, though. I smiled as I watched her buzz around the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on the pasta she'd been making and then putting it out onto plates to serve.

  “How's that salad coming?” she asked, and I startled, looking guiltily down at the half-chopped tomato in front of me.

  “I got distracted,” I admitted sheepishly.

  She laughed a little. “Jake, what am I going to do with you?” she asked.

  “I can't help it!” I told her. “You're distracting!”

  She laughed again and came to help me with the salad. As her mom came into the kitchen to get napkins for each of us, we were working shoulder to shoulder at the cutting board, with me working on the tomatoes and her working on the lettuce. And I could see the way Linda softened a little, watching us. Maybe that was the key to it: show her that I could take care of her daughter, that I could make Halley happy.

  God knows she couldn't have been too happy around Brian.

  When we sat down to the table, everyone linked hands, and Linda looked expectantly at me. I hurriedly joined hands with Halley on the one side and Cole on the other. “Jake, would you please say grace for us?” Linda asked sweetly once I had done so.

  I swallowed hard and then nodded, bowing my head and closing my eyes. “Lord knows I'm not a religious man, and I don't really know what I'm doing here,” I said honestly. “But I do know that I'm blessed to be here with family, with this good meal in front of us — which looks absolutely amazing, Halley. And I'm grateful to Linda and George for allowing me to have this opportunity to be here in their home. Amen.”

  Linda was staring thoughtfully at me when we all sat up and tucked in to eat, and I ducked my head a little, uncertain what that might mean. But when Halley squeezed my leg under the table and smiled encouragingly at me, I couldn't help smiling as well. It felt as though I had passed some sort of test, and I was pretty proud of it.

  It was after dinner that the discussions really started, once Halley had put Cole to bed.

  “So, what exactly do you do?” George started.

  I glanced at Halley and then shrugged a little. “I own a bike shop,” I told him. “It's called Reaper Custom Choppers. You might have seen it; we've got a pretty good location.”

  “So, you're a mechanic,” George said, looking unhappy about it.

  “Partly,” I told him. “I also manage the books and all of the business aspects of it. I decide who to hire and who to fire, so I'm also the manager. And then, yes, I work on the bikes
as a mechanic. I do a little bit of everything.”

  “So why a bike shop?” Linda asked. “If you're that business-minded, why not start something where you have some real money coming in? You can't be making too much in that industry.”

  “You'd be surprised how many people have bikes these days, even just as a hobby,” I told her. I grinned a little. “Like those guys with their mid-life crises who are out there on their driveways polishing their bikes every Saturday but who never actually go out on a ride? They bring their bikes in for lots of repairs.”

  There was silence around the room at that, and my smile faltered. I shrugged a little.

  “Well, what about this motorcycle club ... thing?” Linda asked. “I mean, I've seen on the news all sorts of horrible stories about those groups and the drugs and the thefts and ... well, just the other day, there was a horrible shoot-out in the middle of one of the highways and dozens of people were killed!”