His hand comes up, lifting the heavy globe, while his other hand lightly caresses the skin around the letters and a low animalistic rumble comes from his chest. His eyes flash up to mine, and in just one look, I get it all—his appreciation, desire, and love.
“Beauty,” he says harshly, and before I can even open my mouth, he dips low, his shoulder going into my stomach, and I’m lifted clear off the floor. “You put me on your skin? My name is on this body. Mine, Melissa. Mine. Goddamn, Beauty, you have no idea what that does to me.”
“Yes. Yours.”
“You let someone else touch those beautiful tits, baby, and as much as I fucking love that my name is on your body forever, I can’t stand that someone else touched what. Is. MINE.”
I am caught off guard when he stops next to the bed, bending slightly before tossing me over his shoulder and onto the mattress. He stands there, his eyes on fire. I lift myself up to rest my weight on my shoulders, watching as his hands flex and his chest continues to rise rapidly.
“I’m going to fuck you hard, Beauty. Take that tight pussy and remind you why you love your beast. Why you are mine. And then, I’m going to come deep inside you before I take you again . . . and again. Don’t get me wrong. I love seeing my name on your body, but the next time you’re itching to have someone tattoo this skin, I’m going to be there for every goddamn second.”
And that’s all the warning I have before he’s on me. My jeans are roughly pulled from my legs, my panties ripped from my skin, and his fingers deep inside me. I’m so worked up from his reaction from seeing his name on my skin that it takes me seconds to scream in pleasure, wetness coating his fingers.
“You want my dick, Beauty? Do you want me to fuck you raw, so hard that you will feel me for days?”
“God, yes!” I scream.
His fingers continue to push deep, hooking at just the right spot to have a rush of my arousal flood out of my body . . . drenching his hand.
“Fuck me,” he whispers harshly. “You just came so hard, Beauty.” He pulls his fingers from my body, dragging his knuckles up my lips and around my clit before pushing them into his mouth, licking my wetness from his fingers.
“I love how you taste against my tongue,” he moans.
“Please fuck me, Greg. Please . . .”
His eyes, those stunning baby blues that I love so much, darken even further until they are almost so dark they appear navy.
“Oh yeah, my Beauty. I’m going to fuck you.”
His jeans come off quickly. His elbows hook me behind the knees before pulling me roughly towards his hips. I feel the tip of his dick and the coolness of his piercings before he’s pushing to the hilt and taking my body in a pace that is almost savage.
And just like he promised, I’m screaming his name over and over.
It is a few days later, as I am folding laundry and watching Cohen run around the backyard, that Greg surprises me with a present of his own. He walks in the garage door with a big smile on his face, comes right over to me, and pulls his shirt over his head. Right over his heart are six letters that have me smiling huge.
BEAUTY.
And that night, I show him just how much I appreciate being his.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Crystal Spears, my soul sister! Meant to be baby! Thank you for everything you have done, everything you will do, and for being you. I consider myself one lucky bitch to have you in my life!
Katie Mac, I can’t thank you enough . . . well, I can. You are the best and I am one blessed chick to be a part of your kickass ‘family’!
My badass betas! Danielle, Debi, Amber, Elle, Angela, and Becky. I am convinced I have the best betas In. The. World. You girls, you know exactly what I need to hear and when it needs to be said. You know how to tell me with love that the direction I went wasn’t so good. And you love my men fiercely. I LOVE YOU ALL!
Danielle Calcote . . . this is my promise in writing. The beast is yours. Enjoy him!
Debi Barnes . . . Shauna misses Gina. I love you my minion lover!
Amber Vaughn . . . I love you. Seriously. Lady boner in full salute to your awesomeness.
Elle Wilson . . . girl, you know exactly what I need to say and how to say it. From now on if I doubt myself I know who to call!
Angela Lane . . . best brainstorming partner ever! You find the holes and help me fix them! <3
Becky Schmidt . . . I love you, your megaphone and your love for me. LOL! Cheers to having me rolling in laughter with all the comments we had rocking!
Katie, Kelly, and Angela. The girls that keep me going, keep me entertained, and make sure I haven’t locked myself in a dark room. You girls have been by my side since Corps Security was just a thought. I would, without a doubt, be lost without y’all!
Brenda, I have been so lucky to have you in my life during this journey. Your messages and texts never fail to bring a smile to my face. For taking the formatting nightmare off my hands, and being the best damn pimp I ever did meet!
Chelcie! I love you. You know this, but just in case you forgot . . . you are one sexy bitch!