Demented Souls Collection: Books 5-8

Chapter 7

Sadist couldn’t believe how the evening had flown by. He’d genuinely enjoyed Beth’s company, something that didn’t happen often these days. They made the twenty-minute ride back to her place and he knew the whole way the evening would end at the door. She wasn’t like the whores at the club who would take just anyone to bed, or after a first date. Even a really nice first date. He’d suspected as much when he’d asked her out, still he’d been unable to stop himself.

He parked the bike next to her car again and waited while she dismounted before he did the same. He’d noticed when she’d climbed on behind him the first time how she smelled like flowers. He didn’t know what kind but for some reason he had a picture in his mind of large white ones. Beth handed him the helmet and he wished for a moment he hadn’t shown her how to take it off herself. He missed the soft touch of her skin as he’d done it for her. After removing his own helmet, he put them both on the bike.

“Thanks for taking me out tonight.” Beth’s cheeks were flushed. He wasn’t sure if it was excitement from the ride or something else.

“You’re more than welcome.” He walked with her toward her apartment. “I enjoyed your company and I’d like to take you out again, if you’re interested.”

“I’d like that.” She stopped in front of her door and smiled up at him. The sweet, innocent smile reminded him of his younger days, before he’d left home for the military, before his world had gone to s**t.

“I’m not sure what I’ve got going on for the next few days, but can I call you?”

“That would be great. You texted me this morning, just call or text that number.”

“It was on the card you gave me.” Her cheeks turned even pinker as she gave him a shy smile.

That smile made his stomach flip and his d**k stir. He gazed down at her a moment, she kept her face tilted upward, as if expecting something. He didn’t want to push her, but he had to admit she’d been pressed tight against him twice tonight, why would a kiss be too much? Slowly, to give her time to draw away, he lowered his head. When his lips touched hers, the world narrowed.

Beth.

Her soft lips moved and parted beneath his. She tasted like BBQ sauce, sweet soda and honey. Sadist had always loved honey. Wrapping one arm around her he held her close for a moment, letting his mouth play over hers, his tongue dance against hers for not nearly long enough. He broke the kiss but didn’t let her go right away.

“Damn. You’re sweet.”

She gazed up at him, her breath coming in heavy pants.

“Inside, before I forget my good intentions and follow you in.” He released her so she could unlock the door. He watched while she disappeared inside, waiting until he heard the lock click home before going back to his bike. On the road again, he headed for the clubhouse. He needed a drink.