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I think about the size of his cock and how it will feel inside me.

But then his goddamn phone rings.

CHAPTER 33

BEAST

Fuck.

It’s the worst-timed phone call of my goddamn life.

Every cell in my body tells me to ignore it. But I’m president of this club and I have a responsibility to answer it.

I break off the kiss, my cock screaming at me as I pick up the phone off the nightstand.

It’s the sheriff.

Dammit. A call from the sheriff at midnight tells me I’m about to get a serious case of blue balls.

“You need to get down here,” he says with a haunted edge to his voice.

“What’s going on?”

He pauses, then his voice seems to get closer and even more troubled. “It’s so fucked up, Beast. I can’t tell you what I’mlooking at. Death, and a lot of it. Just get down here. I’ll text you the address.”

He clicks off, and a few seconds later I receive a text message with an address.

Belle looks up at me from the pillows, and I lean down to kiss her. “I have to go.”

“That’s probably a good idea,” she whispers against my lips.

“No, it’s not.” I kiss her and it gets deep, but I rip my lips away. “We’ll finish this when I get back.”

Lust flashes in her eyes. “Maybe.”

I cock an eyebrow at her. “No, that’s not a maybe. That’s a promise.”

I shoot off a text to Lars to meet me at the bikes in ten minutes, then quickly dress.

“Kiss me before you go,” she whispers. She looks so fucking beautiful in my bed. I oblige, gently taking her mouth and kissing her tenderly.

Feeling the tenderness in her kiss makes it even harder to leave her. But I force myself out of the room and meet Lars in the underground parking garage.

“What the fuck time of the night do you call this?” he grumbles, looking tired. “I was three strokes away from Valhalla when I got your text.”

“I’m sure whoever it was will forgive you,” I say, sliding onto my bike.

“She’s not the one who missed out. I’m a giver not a taker, my friend. She already had two mind-blowing orgasms. It’s my balls who are the victims here. They’re as blue as a reindeer’s testicles at Christmas time.”

Same, brother.

He grabs his crotch and has to readjust.

“Fucking hot rocks,” he grumbles with pain.

“Princess,” I mutter, starting the Harley.

He flashes his middle finger to me as he starts his bike.

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