Mine Forever - Book 2

Chapter 5

Beyonce cursed as she wrapped a white towel around her waist, pissed off at herself for forgetting to bring clean clothes. 

After her workout, she had headed straight for the shower that was attached to her gym, completely forgetting to grab something to wear from her bedroom. 

The damn towel barely covered her family jewels.

She scowled at her sweaty, stinking workout clothing. There was no way she was putting them back on after she had just washed the stench from her body.

Nicki wasn't home yet. 

She should have time to make it to her room. 

Finger- combing her wet hair, she opened the bathroom door, ready to sprint down the stairs and to the master bedroom.

Cold air blasted her as she left the steamy bathroom behind. 

Shit. 

The gym was freezing. 

She'd cranked the temperature down for her workout, and she was feeling the chill.

"Beyonce, are you-,"

The light, feminine voice startled her. 

Halfway across the gym, she froze, her heart thundering as Nicki came breezing into the room.

She flinched as her eyes roamed over her, ready for her look of distaste...or worse. 

The scars on her chest and abdomen were glaring, something that she went to great lengths to hide from the world...especially from women.

She tried to get her feet to move, to turn around and take her back to the bathroom. 

But as her eyes met Nicki's, she was paralyzed.

Nicki advanced slowly, her eyes huge and round, but she didn't look appalled. 

She looked...hungry. 

Her tongue darted out to lick her lips as she said reverently, "God, you're huge. Muscular. I knew you were ripped, but you make male strippers look like a joke."

Beyonce swallowed hard as she reached her and dropped her backpack on the floor. 

"I'm scarred." Fucking brilliant, Knowles. 

Like she hadn't noticed?

She was close enough that Beyonce could smell her sweet scent. 

Beyonce inhaled, her cock rising as Nicki craned her neck to glance up at her with a look of longing that slammed into her gut like a freight train.

Her voice trembled as she said in a breathy whisper, "Please don't ask me not to touch you, Beyonce. I need to touch you. I think I'll die if you don't let me."

She'd expected any number of reactions from her, but not this. 

Beyonce's whole body flooded with heat, with the need to feel her small, capable hands on her body. 

How could she look at her with this sort of need?

"I don't like to be touched," she said, her voice husky.

"Don't like it, or aren't used to it?" she queried softly.

Fuck. 

She was such a liar. 

There was nothing she wanted more than Nicki's hands on her body right now. 

Right. 

Fucking.