Free BEAST (MMA Bad Boys Book 1) by L. Grubb Page B

her head back, laughing into the air. My scowl deepens and my eyes narrow at her in warning but she doesn’t pay attention.
    Gripping my glass tighter, I take some slow breaths to calm the anger building in me. Today is not a good day. Fuck Beast for putting me in a shitty mood. If he just stayed away, that kiss would never have happened.
    But, just as I find my resolve and my inner calmness, the fucker himself walks through the door. Girls swarm to him and it’s pretty disgusting to watch. No wonder women don’t get a good reputation. All of us are based on basic sluts like them.
    Shaking my head, I turn to get Brett’s attention. More alcohol is needed if I am going to be in same vicinity as him .
    “Just ignore him and pretend he doesn’t exist…works for me.” Gemma winks at me as she joins me in getting another drink. “I’m sure he’s realised he can’t have you, hon. Don’t sweat it.”
    Another drink in hand, we make our way through the crowd to the make shift dance floor. Time to dance this frustration out of me, have a good time and forget he’s only on the other side of the room to me.
    Track three and me and Gemma are still dancing away, long finished with our drinks. Hands slide around my waist, landing on my stomach and pulling me against a rock hard chest. I don’t know who it is and I don’t care. I grind my arse against his crotch, his erection pressing into me as he grips my waist. He’s not moving, dancing or anything but I don’t care.
    Looking at Gemma with a twinkle in my eye, I notice the look of horror on her face and I stop, intrigued as to why she has that look. Turning slowly, I tilt my head back to get a better look at him as he’s tall as fuck.
    No. For fuck sake, why? Of all the men here why did Beast have to the one I was grinding like a slut against. “You have got to be shitting me.”
    His lips come to my ear and he says in a gravelly voice, “Keep grinding, baby, and you’ll find yourself against the nearest wall with my dick so far up your cunt that you’ll be ruined for any other man.”
    Gulping, I clamp my legs together and my pussy instantly ignites and my knickers soak. Fucking hot damn. “No. Please, go away. I can’t do this.”
    “We’re just dancing, baby. What’s the problem?” The sinful smirk on his face tells me I’m not getting away that easy and I groan in frustration. Why him?
    “Dancing. Yeah, whatever. I need another drink. Please remove you fucking hands before my fist meets your groin and I’ll ensure you don’t have future kids.” I glare at him until he removes his paws form my body. I feel the coldness seep in as his touch disappears and that pisses me off all the more.
    Grabbing Gemma’s wrist, I drag her back to the bar and lay into her as we wait for Brett to reach us. “What the actual fuck, Gem? You could have said something! Now I look like all the other sluts that throw themselves at him!”
    “Whoa, slow down, Car.” She holds her hands up to shut me up and continues, “One, the music is too fucking loud over there for you to hear me. Two, I ain’t up for messing with Beast. And three, the way he was looking at you was like he won the fuckin’ lottery.”
    “No he wasn’t. I’m just another woman he wants to add to the notches on his bedpost. No thanks. You know I’m not like that, Gem.” I hang my head, solemnly.
    “You’re wrong.” Beast’s voice booms from behind me. My back stiffens and my defences come up. “You’re not another notch. Whatever you may think of me, I actually think you’re hot.”
    Turning around to face him, I throw a death glare at him before saying, “Right. I’ve said this once and I’ll say it once more so you can get it through your big head. I can’t go there with you.”
    “And I shouldn’t either! Doesn’t mean I can’t stop thinking about your sweet arse bent over while I’m spanking the shit out of it for your attitude.” His lip curls back slightly, anger twinkling