Brittany
Present Day.
I stood in the hallway for longer then I should have. I ran my hands through my blond hair and caught a glimpse of the roses on my shoulder and sighed.
Ashley was still sitting on the stool. Her smile turned to a frown when I slid back onto my stool. A drink appeared in front of me.
“You okay?” She asked.
I nodded sipping on the pinkish liquid.
“Who the hell do I have to beat the shit out of?” She asked with a little growl.
I laughed hard. Finally looking up at Ashley. Oh, god, she was serious.
“No one, I was just thinking about everything you said,” I tell her with a shrug.
“You know what you need?” She asked with a sickly-sweet smile.
Something tells me I didn’t want to ask what, but I did anyway. God save me.
“What?”
“Finish that drink, and I’ll show you,” she laughed at my confused and concerned face.
Taking a long sip through the little black straw, I closed my eyes, tasting the sweet drink. I think I was in love with this drink.
“Get your sister and then follow me,” she throws me a wink and nudges me a little with her elbow.
Laughing, I stood up and head towards my sister. I wasn’t so sure this was a good idea, but I wanted her to meet Ashley anyway. I bet they would make great friends.
“Brit?” Tori asks as I stand in front of her while I held out my hand. She looks from my hand to my face and back. I honestly didn’t know what kind of expression I should have on my face. Hell, I wasn’t sure what expression I literally had on my face.
“Come on,” I tell her with a big smile. I tried to keep the grimace away. I was seriously concerned with whatever Ashley was up too.
“Where are we going?” she asked, slipping her hand into mine. She let me pull her to her feet and out of Zane’s lap.
“Truthfully, I’m not entirely sure,” I shrug.
“Okay,” she says and shoots me a weird look.
As soon as I came close enough to my stool, Ashley was on her feet and headed to the other side of the bar. She had her phone in her hand and leaned over to pull a cord from the table next to it and put it on her phone.
Tori looked at me again, and I could see the same confusion on her face since I knew it was mirrored on mine. Music filled the room, and I was pretty sure I heard ‘fuck, no’ come from somewhere behind us.
Ashley came over and grabbed both my sisters and my hands and pulled us further into the room. There was a large open space.
“Let’s dance,” Ashley shouts.
I laughed and shook my head no, but my sister nods and starts fucking dancing. My eyes widen as they both get into it. Just as I got ready to back away, Ashley shifted behind me and grabbed my hips.
I tried to pull away, but she laughed and pulled me closer to her. The song Closer by Nine Inch Nails was playing loud around us, and my hips moved when Ashley forced them.
Before long I was shimmying, and my hips were swaying on their own and Ashley moved away. Sweat coated my skin, and my breathing grew heavy. I haven’t felt this good in so long. One song drifted into another and another.
We laughed and swayed as the music beat through our bodies. My body was soaking wet from all the dancing, and I started to feel like there was a little leprechaun doing the jig on my bladder.
Moving down the hallway, I laughed my way to the bathroom and all through the process of relieving myself. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face.
Then the door swung open, and I sighed and walked through it. I needed more to drink if I was going to continue to dance. I wasn’t so sure Ashley would let me out of it, even if I wanted too. I couldn’t remember the last time I had this much fun or felt this carefree.
I let out a low squeak as I ran into Zane, again. I took a step back and rub the tip of my nose. He just smiled at me. There was something in his eyes that said I wasn’t going to like what he was about to say.
“We need to talk,” he tells me.
I look at him and swallow, not in fear but in resignation. I had a feeling I knew where this was going. I shake my head no and tried to step around him. He blocked my path giving me the, ‘I’m not letting you move’ look.
“I honestly don’t want to hear it again. I just want to have fun for once,” I whisper.
He winced, but then his face changed. He looked determined, and I felt my shoulders slump.
“You need to hear what I have to say, Brit,” he sighed.
I just look at him, and I know this is about Topher. He isn’t a one-woman kind of guy, and he definitely isn’t going to be the one for me.
Somewhere deep inside, I told myself he wasn’t going to be my prince, and I wasn’t going to get my happily ever after with him.
None of that changed the need that was brewing inside of me to get closer to him.
“You know this isn’t going to end well. Topher’s my brother, and I respect him, but he’s a womanizing asshole,” Zane says, and I resisted the urge to say thanks for sugar coating it. Hell, it was so sweet I thought I was literally eating sugar… not!
“I know, but I can’t help myself, Zane. It’s like the very center of me wants to get closer to him,” I plead with my eyes for him to understand.
“I’ll let this go, and I won’t tell your sister but remember, when it falls apart, come to me. I will have everything set up for your move,” his hand squeezes my shoulder as he said this. When did his hand end up there?
His words were like a slap to the face. It was harsh, cold even, but it was the truth. Was I really going to set myself up for failure and pain?
Yes, as stupid as it makes me, I was going to do it. I was going to see how far this would go. Topher was the only person I felt this deep need to be close to.
I should tell Zane he was an asshole, that I hated him for being such a dick. But, truthfully, he cared under all that bullshit. He was trying to protect me.
Wrapping my arms around him, I gave him a gentle squeeze. He saved us. He took us away from that nightmare, and he loved my sister. This man, this gruff, harsh biker was sweet in his own weird way.
“I’ll take the job and the car. But for now, I need this.” I felt giddy at the prospect of both the job and Topher.
As I released him, I laughed as he had patted my back awkwardly. Like what we just did made him extremely uncomfortable. Not that I blamed him.
When Zane turned around, our eyes meet Topher’s. He was leaning against the wall a few feet from us. His eyes were dark and filled with need. I felt my heart pick up speed, slamming into my ribs.
I didn’t even notice Zane’s complete departure. My focus was completely on Topher. For such a long time, I thought that I wanted some sweet romantic guy who would come in and sweep me off my feet.
Then, I met this man. Topher pulled me in and left me wanting. For once, I didn’t see a prince on a white horse. No, I saw a man riding a motorcycle and grinning a devilish grin.
My breath caught and seized in my lungs as he made his way towards me. I froze on the spot. My feet literally were rooted to the floor. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. Hell, I felt like a tree, my roots were sinking deep, and they were holding me in place.
Between one breath and the next, Topher was in front of me. He pulled me in close, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“Tell me you want this,” he demanded, his voice husky.
“Yes,” I breathed because that’s all I could do was breathe the words. Heat filled me, my clit pulsed, and my breasts ached.
The air left me in a whoosh as Topher lowered himself and literally tossed me over his shoulder. A small laugh left me as he carried me further down the hallway.
My hair swayed in front of my eyes making me unable to see. I just listened as Topher’s feet connected to the hard floor below.
I started to have some doubts try and creep up, but I squashed them like a balloon under my foot. But they popped up with
a nice loud bang.
It just felt right with him. Like this was where I was always meant to be. I knew it deep down, even if I didn’t want to acknowledge it at the time. But the moment my eyes landed on him, it was like the world around me fell away.
I felt this deep need to touch and be close to him. Like I was a planet, and he was my orbit. I couldn’t walk away, even if I wanted too.
I heard the sound of a door opening and then slamming closed behind us. It was the first hint of nerves hitting me. I had no idea what I was doing. Was I going to disappoint him?
My stomach dropped for a moment as I sailed through the air and then bounced as my body collided with the bed. A laugh escaped as I settled in a starfish pose in the middle of what looked to be a king size bed.
I blinked up at the ceiling for a moment, trying to catch my bearings and maybe some courage. The white paint soon became blocked by Topher’s beautiful face.
His knees pressed between mine trying to make space for himself. Then he lowered himself until the hard column of his cock was pressed against my pussy. A moan escaped as my clit pulsed harder.
He didn’t wait for me to say a word, his lips crashed against mine with a bruising force. There was a bit of pain that added to the pleasure of just having his lips finally on mine.
Tingles erupted on my skin, and my stomach clenched painfully as he deepened the kiss. His hands slid up my side gently caressing the edge of my abdomen, forcing my shirt up as he went.
I felt his other hand grip the hem of my shirt and then it went over my head. It was tossed somewhere into the expanse of his dark bedroom.
Before the goosebumps could fully form, Topher yanked my bra down exposing my breasts. His fingers pulled on my nipples in gentle tugs, forcing a gasp to escape my now parted lips. Topher took full advantage as his tongue speared into my mouth gently caressing mine.
It wasn’t enough for me. This demanding needed came over me, and I deepened the kiss. I thought we were going to devour each other. I couldn’t stop the cry of desperation as Topher’s lips left mine and slowly trailed down my neck.
My pussy clenched as his sinful mouth latched onto one of my nipples. He tugged on it gently with his teeth before sucking it into his mouth.
“Please,” I begged, I needed him deep inside of me.
His mouth tightened as his tongue gave little flicks to my sensitive nipple all while suckling harder. More tingles filled me, and my hips lifted to press harder against his cock. Anything to alleviate this need inside of me.
It felt so good. Another moan escaped as I grind against Topher’s hard, long, thick ridge which was pressing against his jeans.
“Fuck!” He groaned against my wet nipple. Then he was off of me. I tried to pull him back, but he was quick. His hands grasped both cups of my bra and pulled. The sounds of my bra ripping down the middle mixed with my heavy breaths. I watched, my eyes wide as he tugged the straps down my arms and pulled the destroyed bra out from under me.
Another gasp escaped as my pants were tugged quickly down my legs. Then Topher was back on the bed. It dipped and jostled under his weight.
I thought he was going to lay over me again, but he had a different idea. He went down the bed until his head was level with my lace covered pussy. My legs tried to close only to be stopped by his shoulders, which pressed between them.
Another gasp echoed around the room as he tore the panties from my body. My hands moved reflexively trying to impede his view.
Again, I tried to slam my legs closed, but his shoulders kept them parted. I felt his heated breath as he forced my hands down to my side.
“Keep them there, or I’ll tie you to the fucking bed,” he growled huskily.
His face got closer to my center, and it hit me. My eyes widened painfully as shock registered. Oh, god, he was going to do that? My cheeks heated in embarrassment.
“You smell so fucking good, baby. I wonder if you’ll taste just as good,” he growls.
I opened my mouth to tell him that I didn’t think that was a good idea, but instead, I moaned, and my hips bucked uncontrollably as his tongue licked my clit. My head fell back, and my back arched as he sucked, nipped and licked my wet pussy.
It was too much. I wanted to push away, and yet, I wanted to get closer. My hips bucked harder as I tried to get closer. One of Topher’s arms came down to hold me in place.
When his lips wrapped around my clit and he sucked, his fingers entered me fast and hard. The air in my lungs caught as pleasure and pain warred inside of me.
I fought for breath as his fingers pumped in and out while his skillful mouth sucked, nipped, and licked my pussy. This ball of tension inside of me grew painful, and I cried out begging for him to help me.
Those skillful fingers curled and pressed on something inside of me. My pussy clenched and my head threw back as the tension exploded. I tried to scream, but the sound was trapped inside of me.
I was lost in a sea of fireworks and pleasure. I was so lost, I didn’t even notice Topher remove his shirt or the fact he was now hovering over me.
Just as I was coming back from heaven, his thick cock split me open. In one hard thrust, he filled me to the point I was sure I was going to rip apart.
I screamed. This time it was in pain as his large cock filled me completely. The throbbing tip pressed against my womb, and tears sprung from my eyes and spilled down my cheeks.
“Fuck, baby. Why didn’t you tell me?” He whispered into my hair as he held me close. It was as if he was frozen, afraid to move.
The words wouldn’t come. My nails sunk into Topher’s shoulders hard enough that I was sure I was drawing blood. Although, he didn’t try to remove my hands or even grunt in pain.
I felt him move his hand between our bodies. Then he was there rubbing, circling, pressing and flicking my clit. My body slowly relaxed, and my pussy loosened its death grip on Topher’s throbbing dick. Pleasure started to replace the burning that I felt.
Still, he didn’t move. His hand continued to stroke my clit, and my pussy rippled and clenched on the hard heavily veined cock.
Topher groaned, and his dick jerked deep inside of me forcing a moan past my lips. His hand wrapped in my hair and tightened as his lips pressed gently against mine.
I needed him to move. This ache inside of me was becoming almost unbearable. Shifting my hips, I pressed closer to him.
“Baby,” he moaned against my lips. I clenched and unclenched around him.
“I swear to god if you don’t move, I will kill you,” I growled at him.
Topher slowly pulled back his cock, almost leaving my pussy. I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist and forced him to push back inside of me.
“Oh, god,” I cried as he pulled back and filled me again. This time it was faster and a little harder. But, it wasn’t enough, I needed more.
Lifting my hips, I thrust against him. My pussy was squeezing him hard. It was like a flip was switched and the hand in my hair pulled hard, enough that my head tilted back. The hand on my pussy moved to my hip, holding me in place as he fucked me mercilessly.
Screams of pleasure filled the room as his hips slammed into me over and over. It mixed with the sounds of flesh hitting flesh.
Every thick inch of him filled me over and over again. He hit something deep inside of me that had my juices gushing, soaking us both.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as his thrusts became shorter and harder. Then the bed crashed into the wall with a thump, thump, thump.
My orgasm hit me like a freight train. My eyes closed, my legs tightened and my pussy spasmed over Topher’s thrusting cock.
I felt it swell and jerk as he thrust into me one last time. His dick hit my cervix as he groaned loud and hard. Heat filled me as rope after rope of his hot cum filled my pussy. There was much, it started to spill out.
His body pressed against mine in the bed and exhaustion pulled at me. I yawned and Topher laughed as he rolled us, so I was plastered to his ches
t. His cock was still lodged inside of my pussy.
“Get some rest, baby. You’re going to need it,” he whispers into my hair. I shiver at the thought of him thrusting inside of me again.
Chapter 14
Brittany
Present Day.
The week passed in bliss. Until today, that is, and more exact a few hours ago. Topher had taken me for a ride on the back of his bike.
The wind had whipped through my hair, and it pulled at my clothes. Warmth filled me as Topher’s back pressed against my chest.
Closing my eyes, I sighed. The clouds looked perfect as I laid on the blanket that Topher had packed in his saddle bag. The grass was a nice cushion against the hard ground.
“What do you see in the future ahead of you?” I asked him. I knew what I saw, and I desperately hoped we had similar thoughts. Holding my breath, I waited.
“The club,” he shrugs.
Then he looks over at me asking me with his eyes. It felt foolish now. Dragging my eyes away, I tugged at some imaginary lint on my shirt.
“People expect me to go to college to get some great education and then start my life,” I reply, my eyes still looking for those pieces of lint that I know aren’t there.
“What do you see, Brit,” he demands gently.
Closing my eyes, I picture as I say it, “I don’t want to go to school. I don’t want to meet my future husband at college like what’s expected of me.” Sighing, I take a deep calming breath.
“They all see me like some child that knows nothing. Yeah, I’m eighteen, and yeah, I’m young, but age shouldn’t have any standards as long as I’m an adult. Look how many people break the mold and date or marry someone ten, twelve, twenty years there senior?” I was avoiding the real question.
“Brit, what the fuck do you want? Fuck what people say,” Topher said it so gently that a few tears heated my eyes.
“I want kids, a family, something real,” I whisper.
He stayed quiet beside me, and I fought the tightness in my chest. When a few minutes pass and nothing was said, I swallow. Then I scramble to think of something to say to change the subject. To lighten the mood.
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