He hesitated outside, wondering if he should give her more time to go to sleep.
Seeing as it was his fucking room and she was his wife, Abriana still needed to learn her place.
Entering the room, he saw her passed out on the bed. The jeans were gone, and he spotted them neatly folded on his chair. She wore a shirt, which covered her ass and went to mid-thigh.
She looked tempting.
Closing the door quietly, he looked for any signs that she was awake.
He didn’t get any.
She was completely out of it. Stripping out of his clothes, he put his leather cut up on the door where the knob stuck out for him to do so.
Climbing onto the bed, he was so quiet as he did it. She didn’t even wake up. She had to be sleeping deeply.
Putting a hand on her hip, he drew her back against him, and yet, she didn’t wake up either. He closed his eyes, feeling her softness against him, and loving her being there. She smelled amazing, and even as his dick hardened, he ignored it.
All he wanted to do was sleep.
****
“This is where you live?” Abriana asked, climbing off Ugly Beast’s bike. None of the club seemed to own a car.
Her thighs were sore from the riding yesterday and now today.
Looking at the house, she saw it was modest. The neighborhood looked nice, and she wondered how they felt about having a biker for a neighbor.
“Yes, it’s not a mansion like your folks’, but it’s good. The people know not to mess with shit while they’re here. You’ll be safe.”
“You don’t have any guards in place?” she asked.
“None. I told you, Abriana, you’re not going to be expected to play a role. Not the one you’ve been playing.” He walked up the steps.
There was a small lawn out front, and it looked like it had been mowed recently.
She liked his house, more than liked it. Whenever she had to go out shopping and their driver took them down long country roads, and she saw estates like this, she always wished she was one of the kids out having fun. They always seemed to be having fun, and she wasn’t used to that kind of feeling.
Ugly Beast stepped over the threshold, and she fell in love with the place. It wasn’t like her parents’ house in the terms of size, but it looked … homey.
He held her case and closed the door behind her. “A quick tour. Living room, dining room, kitchen, storage room, out back is the garden. It’s not much, but I’ve got a pool. It’s small and not like one of those sports ones.”
“Okay.”
“Follow me.”
They walked upstairs to three bedrooms and a bathroom.
“I never shared a bathroom back at home.”
“Yeah, well, you’ll be sharing this one with me. Not negotiable. I didn’t have time to decorate your room, but we can handle that shit later on. I’ve got to head back to the clubhouse. You think you can handle being here for a couple of hours on your own?”
“Yes.” She had never been left on her own before, but she wasn’t going to tell him that.
“Great. Do what you want with the place, apart from burn it down.”
With that, he turned on his heel and left her. She flinched as he slammed the door shut behind him.
She was alone inside his home.
She moved to the bag he’d dropped on the bed. Opening it up, she set to work putting her clothes away. She hadn’t taken a whole lot, but she didn’t know what he’d be able to take as he rode his bike, and well, she was used to driving in a car. Not that she’d ever driven herself. She wasn’t allowed to have a license. Anything she ever needed would either be catered to by a driver, or her husband would deal with it.
When she glanced around the room, it was small, but she liked it. She left the room and moved across the hall to the other spare bedroom. There was no bed in this one. In fact, the room was empty.
She left the door and checked out the bathroom. There was a shower and a bath, along with a toilet and a sink.
The space was so small in comparison to what she was used to, but she didn’t mind it. She adored the room as it was how she imagined her own home like this.
She moved on to Ugly Beast’s room.
She hesitated outside of his door, but she wanted to get an insight to the man she’d married. Pushing the door open, she waited for him to come breathing down her neck, hurting her.
So far, he’d proven to be nothing like her father. It was only in recent years that she had been on the end of his fist though, and she’d gotten to see a whole other side to him.