Beast: Learning to Breathe (Devil's Blaze MC #5)

“Well…yeah,” I shrug.

“Besides, what?” he asks and I look at him confused. “What else were you going to say?” he prompts again, and it feels like his eyes are boring into me.

“I mean, your scars, they’re bad, I get that. But, I’ve seen worse and you aren’t your scars. You were in the military; I know because I’ve seen the dog-tags you still wear. I had a friend whose boyfriend came back from Afghanistan and he lost his arm and his scars…those were horrific.”

“Hayden—”

“But he was still the same man under them. My friend still loved him. They have struggles now they never planned on, but…none of those struggles are over the way he looks, or his body. Those things aren’t who makes the person, Michael,” I tell him, and he’s silent for a bit. I can’t tell what he’s thinking.

“Then why are you worried, Beauty?”

“Michael—”

“You’re not fat, Hayden. You’re pregnant and you’re fucking gorgeous. I think you know what you do to me, that shit just doesn’t happen.”

“Men get hard easily, Michael. You guys see a pair of boobs jiggling under a t-shirt and the jack-in-the-box pops out.”

“Jack-in-the-box?”

“Those toys that you wind up and then this freaky clown jumps out at you. I used to have nightmares about those things. Who in the world thought that was a good idea is beyond me,” I tell him, rattling like a fool. Our conversation has gone places I wasn’t expecting and it has left me…nervous.

“Are you saying my dick reminds you a clown head waiting to scare you?” he asks, interrupting me.

“Not yours. I like yours. Your dick can pop out at me anytime,” I explain, trying to smile.

“Good to know. Now strip.”

“Michael—”

“Do it.”

“You’re very bossy.” I reach behind my neck to let the strings loose and the top part of my bathing suit drops down. I catch it to stop from revealing my breasts.

Michael lets out a grunt, which quickly broadcasts the fact he is unhappy. I frown at him, and he frowns back. He does it better. I let it drop down. The warm sun hits my breasts, and the breeze in the air causes my nipples to contract. I bite my lip at the sensation. The further I get in my pregnancy, the more tender they become.

“More,” he urges, his voice almost a groan.

Circling my hand around his dick again, it jerks in my hand, and one long stream of pre-cum slides down his shaft, over my fingers. I feel my own wetness gathering in response between my thighs. My clit literally pulsates. God what this man does to me. I shift on my knees and that’s when I’m reminded of my original plan. It was a joke before, but now it feels like a good plan. I need to lighten Michael’s mood, before he realizes how much I think that I might…love him.

“In a minute. I need to prove something first,” I whisper, unable to stop myself from bending down, flattening my tongue against the head of his cock and licking some of the sweet liquid that has escaped. Then, I only suck the tip of his cock into my mouth, moaning as his pre-cum hits my tongue.

“Hayden, stop teasing me,” he growls, when despite his urgings and reaction I don’t suck him further in my mouth.

Instead, I pull away and reaching under my knee and grab the rolled up yellow material I’ve been hiding. A quick glance in Michael’s direction reveals his eyes are closed. I unravel the measuring tape with a grin. I found it in a tackle box in the boat. It still had plastic over it and the numbers seemed to call at me. I’ve always been a curious kind of girl.

“Oh my,” I gasp, as I pull the tape along the hard shaft.

“What the hell are you doing?” Michael asks, but it isn’t anger I hear. I look up and see shock written all over his face.

“I was trying to see if I really did catch the biggest fish?” I giggle.

“I…the biggest…” Michael’s words are disconnected and his face is still incredulous. His mouth even hangs open for a second. Then he does something I didn’t expect. He all but pounces on me, taking care to hold my back and head so I fall into his solid hold and he lays me gently on the wooden deck. He grabs each side of my bathing suit and pulls it from my body, so quickly it robs me of the breath I was taking.

“I wasn’t finished. You should always double check your measurements,” I whisper at the same exact time his fingers push inside of me. I should be embarrassed because of how wet I am. I’m soaked and you can actually hear the way his fingers thrust through my wetness.

“Fuck,” Michael groans. “Always so wet for me,” he adds.

I whimper as his fingers leave me, though he does skate them across my clit, causing my body to thrust towards him. Then he lowers himself over my frame and braces his weight on one arm. I stretch my legs out so I can cradle his body with my own.

“Hurry, Michael,” I urge him, wanting nothing more than his cock inside of me.

“What happened to the shy, scared woman I first met, Hayden?” he asks, as the head of his dick slides against my clit.

I slowly open my eyes to see his head bent down. I look between our bodies to watch the firm hold he has on his dick and the way he’s guiding it against my pussy, not entering it. Instead, he’s choosing to tease me with his broad head, making me hunger for more. My hand moves down to encircle his, so we hold his shaft together. His eyes find mine, and together we guide him inside me.

“She finally started feeling safe,” I tell him, and I know tears are in my eyes. I want to tell him I love him. I don’t. Instead, I try to show him with my body.

“You are,” he vows, and he proceeds to make love to me. Giving me his body slow and easy. He sinks into me, inch by delicious inch, his eyes never leaving mine. “I promise, you’re safe, I’ll give everything I can to keep you that way, Hayden.”

“I just want you. Give me you, Michael,” I tell him, honestly.

“I will. I’m going to give it all to you,” he says, and I know realistically we’re probably not talking about the same thing. I want more than just his body. But if his body is all I can have, I’ll take it. He pulls his dick almost all the way out of me. My fingers bite into his ass, and I demand he comes back. True to his word, he gives it all to me.

All eleven, thick, beautiful inches.





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“You sure you’re feeling okay? We didn’t overdo it, did we?” I ask Hayden, again.

She’s been quiet the whole ride home. Things were a little intense on the dock. I lost myself in her body. Fuck, I always lose myself in her, but something shifted through our talk. Hayden revealed part of her soul to me. She’s as beautiful inside as she is out, and even if I don’t deserve her, I want her. I need her. Still, I’m always mindful of holding back with her, and I didn’t this time. At one point, I could feel my cock pushing against her cervix. I know it had to hurt her. Christ, what was I thinking?