Begging Topher (Grimm Brothers MC Book 5)

by Roxanne Greening

  “Brit,” he pleaded.

  The sound tore into me, and it weakened me. But the image of them in bed together kept me strong.

  “I mean it, go away,” I tell him.

  I waited for him to pound on the door again. Hell, he could probably just pick the damn lock. My eyes go to the deadbolt and watch it like it’s the most fascinating thing on the planet.

  “I didn’t touch her,” his voice was low and gentle.

  More tears filled my eyes. It hurt. Everything hurt.

  “Please, just go,” I beg him.

  I waited again, hoping he would stay, and hoping he would go. Then the sound of his bike started, and I reached for my ears and tugged at the shards of my heart.

  It was over. Fairy tales are just that, fairy tales.

  Stumbling to the couch, I fall face down and let the exhaustion swallow me.

  Chapter 19

  Brittany

  Present Day.

  I had taken a few weeks off work, and I was now at week six of my break. Zane must have made the decision because Lizbeth called and suggested it. I drowned myself the first week. Well kind of, I had a few drinks.

  The two boxes of liquor were still pretty full. My stomach churned again, and I dove on my knees in front of the toilet. I haven’t been able to keep a fucking thing down in the last two weeks.

  I felt stupid and childish, but Tori assured me it was okay. Zane and Tori were covering everything. She shows up every other day with food.

  I know she wanted me to open up to her, but to do that I would need to lift the emptiness that was inside of me. I just couldn’t do that, the pain would be excruciating.

  “He swears he didn’t do it,” Tori tells me for the hundredth time. She was sitting on my bed, and I was only half listening as I rinsed my mouth.

  “Yeah, they just fell together naked in bed and did nothing? Or better yet someone gave them some magic potion, and they were compelled to share a bed?” I snap at Tori.

  My emotions were all over the place and yet I was still dead inside. Tori was trying to pull me from my safe place.

  The sound of a bike pulled up, and it caused my eyes to look towards the window. He was here again. Topher had been here every day since I left. He leaves after I turn out the lights only to return in the morning.

  When will it end? When will it finally be over? Tori sighed and came into the bathroom.

  “I want you to do something for me,” she said gently.

  “If you want me to talk to him, I’m not ready,” I tell her. Was I ever going to be ready? I knew deep down the man was my soulmate, my other half. It seems only I felt that way though.

  “Take this,” she holds out her hand, and I eye the box like it’s a snake poised to strike.

  “There is no fucking way… I can’t be,” I stumble over my words as I reach for the small box.

  “Prove me wrong,” she said with a shrug.

  Tearing open the box, I pull one of the small wrapped sticks out. I started to feel sick at the thought. Tori gave me a gentle hug and backed out of the bathroom to give me privacy.

  Tearing it open, I followed the instructions on the package. My eyes stayed glued to the plastic willing it to speed the fuck up and tell me it’s not possible.

  Relief washed over me as one pink line showed only to be sucked back in when another line appeared.

  “That fucking no good disease ridden manwhore!” I screamed.

  Tori came rushing back in. She didn’t ask, I’m sure my rant and the look on my face was all the confirmation she needed.

  “Shit,” she whispers.

  Shit indeed. I glared at the offending device. Yeah, I wanted this exact thing, but only when Topher wasn’t sticking his dick in infested territory.

  “Brit, he really didn’t touch her. Zane put him to bed because the man couldn’t even stand on his own,” Tori tells me gently.

  This isn’t the first time she’s told me this. I know deep down if Topher was that drunk, he couldn’t have done anything. But the pain of seeing him with her was overriding all that.

  “I know, but it hurts. Although, this right here is a sign. Talk to Topher,” Tori urges.

  My eyes watch her as she backs out of the room. I know she’s leaving. Just like I know he’s still out there sitting on his bike watching the house.

  Chapter 20

  Topher

  Present Day.

  A week after she left, a guy started hanging around the house. Zane and Tori confirmed that it was Ronald, Brittany’s ex.

  Tori told me how he would stalk her. How he would show up at their apartment and torment her. I was going to kill this fucker.

  I knew why he was here, he wanted Brittany. But the only thing he was getting, was a bullet and a trip with the reaper. Zane and I sat in his truck watching as Ronald peeked into the window again.

  My fists clenched and my nails dug into my palms. I hated fucking waiting. We’ve been watching Ronald while he watched Brittany for the last two hours, and it was fucking killing me.

  “Wait,” he growls again.

  I released the door handle and sat back against the seat.

  “We need to know where he’s staying so we can get his shit and make sure no one has a trail to follow,” Zane reminds me once again.

  “I’m going to kill him,” I snarl.

  I watched as he reached for the window. Fuck this shit! Ripping the door open, I ran. He was going to try and get into the house. He wanted to put his hands on my old lady.

  Just as the window started to lift, I wrapped my hand around his mouth.

  “Keep quiet, or I will gut you. We can both watch your intestines fall out,” I whisper coldly into Ronald’s ear.

  He stiffened. His chest was rising and falling faster and faster. Fear, the fucker was afraid, and we haven’t even begun yet.

  “Get him in the truck and let’s go,” Zane commands from behind me.

  “What about his car?” I ask.

  “I’ll come back for it,” he shrugs.

  I want to laugh as Ronald the pussy starts to struggle. Fight all you want, but you’re mine. Dragging him to the truck, I toss him into the back making sure to secure his hands and feet with zip ties.

  We got him to the shed where the scent of old pennies and piss was pungent. Ronald’s wide, terrified eyes meet mine.

  “Want to tell me what you were doing, Ronald?” My voice was dark and cold.

  “Nnnnnothing,” he stuttered.

  “It looked like you were going after my old lady,” I tell him with a menacing smile.

  “Nnnnooo,” he cried.

  “Brittany’s mine and you thought you could watch her? Try to climb in her window? What were you going to do? And don’t lie, Ronald, I will get the truth,” I keep my voice even.

  “I..I…was going to take what she’s been teasing me with!” he snarls.

  Smiling, I lower myself a little, so I can look into his eyes.

  “You mean what she gave me? You were going to break into her house and touch her? Hurt her?” The more it sank in, the colder I got. I was going to pop his fucking head off like a dandelion.

  “Where are you staying?” Zane asked.

  I forgot he was here. I was so focused on the fucker in front of me.

  “Fuck you,” seems like Ronald found his balls.

  “I can’t peel your skin an inch at a time, or you can tell me and save us both the effort,” Zane tells him carelessly.

  “The log cabin hotel,” he stutters.

  “I’m going to get his car and shit,” Zane tells me before walking out the door. He pauses before the door closes. “I’ll clean this shit up after. Just clean yourself up and go watch her,” he tells me quietly. She needed me and didn’t even know it.

  Cutting off two of his fingers I shove them into his mouth. “I was planning to feed you pieces of yourself until I got bored or you died,” I tell him happily.

  His eyes were wide and filled with pain. Tears streamed
down his cheeks.

  “But I need to be with Brittany,” I tell him with a smile.

  Dragging the blade up to his chest, I pressed it under his chin to the soft patch of skin that was very sensitive. I watched his face as the blade sunk in slowly.

  Blood poured out the corners of his mouth. Pulling the blade out, I slammed it into the back of his head so hard it jerked forward.

  A small part of me wished I had toyed with him. But the feeling of fear came the moment I had seen how vulnerable Brittany was. I couldn’t stay away. I needed to see her and watch her house. Fuck, I wish I could hold her close.

  After showering and driving back to Brittany’s house, I sat like I do every day and watch. Except I’m earlier than normal.

  The dark sky started to lighten as Tori pulled into the driveway. She looked over at me, and I could see it on her face. She knew what I did, and she nodded and gave me a smile.

  Time dragged by. I waited for any sign of her that I could get. My chest tightened as I watched the door open and Tori slipped out. Her small smile told me what I already knew. It would be another night without her in my arms.

  My head fell forward, can I even fix this shit? I know if it had been me walking in on Brittany, I would have killed the guy. Then I would be doing what she was doing now, avoid her like she didn’t even exist.

  Brittany has not once looked at me when she left the house. Not even a glimpse. It was like I was just a fixture, one that didn’t warrant attention.

  The door opened again, and I watched my heart pounding as her eyes met mine. I waited for her to say something, to do something but instead she turned and walked back inside.

  Fuck! This was hell. Poke holes in me, burn me, anything but this shit.

  The door remained open. My feet hit the pavement hard as I ran. This was my chance, and I was sure as fuck not going to give her more time to think and close the door.

  The house was warm as I walked inside and closed the door behind me. I didn’t look around, and I didn’t take in the furniture. Instead, my eyes locked on her as I made my way into the living room.

  “I swear I didn’t touch her. I fucking love you, baby,” I tell her as I kneel down in front of her.

  Those gorgeous eyes filled with tears as a sob broke past her lips and her body shook with the force.

  “It hurt seeing you like that. It hurt so much,” Brittany cried.

  “I know, I’m so fucking sorry. Lola is gone. I kicked her the fuck out immediately,” I tell her firmly.

  “I’m pregnant,” she sniffles.

  Pregnant, I was going to be a dad. This beautiful woman was going to grow round with our child.

  “I love you, sweetness,” I tell her pressing a kiss to her forehead.

  Her arms wrap around my neck, and she pulled me closer to her. Not that it was hard.

  “I love you, too,” she whispered against my shoulder.

  Leaning back, my lips crashed against hers. I need Brit. I need to feel her skin on mine and her pussy pulsing around my cock.

  I tugged at her clothes as she tugged at mine. This conversation wasn’t over, but we both needed this. We needed to know that we belonged to each other.

  Chapter 21

  Brittany

  Present Day.

  I sigh as Topher’s calloused hand moves up the inside of my right thigh, applying pressure every so often. He wants me to part my thighs further apart.

  As I did, his deep groan had my eyes slamming shut.

  “So, fucking wet,” his voice was low and filled with need.

  A moan slipped past my parted lips as his finger pressed against the wet satin, tracing my pussy lips.

  “Like that, baby?” He whispered into my ear.

  My heart thudded hard in my chest as my pussy pulsed, wanting to be filled.

  “This little pussy’s begging to be fucked,” he growls, his breath on my ear caused me to shiver.

  I missed this. I missed Topher, and I spread my legs wider. I silently begged him to fuck me.

  “Should I eat this sweet pussy or fuck you hard and fast,” he growls.

  “Hard and fast,” I beg.

  As good as it felt having his tongue lick me, I needed his dick deep inside of me. It was a need that was becoming almost painful.

  The sound of my tearing panties had my pussy clench.

  “Now, please, now,” I begged him again.

  We were both already naked, and his thick dick was right there, so close to where I needed him. Moans spilled from my lips as his cock rubbed against my clit, coating it with my juices.

  “Fuck, sweetness,” he groans.

  My nails sink into his shoulders as he lines the tip of his cock up to my clenching opening. A slight shift and he was slowly sinking inside of me.

  My head fell back against the couch as he filled me, inch by slow inch. My legs wrap around his hips, pulling him closer. He was going too slow, I needed him too much.

  “Fuck me, dammit!” I snarl.

  His low laugh had me lifting my hips while my pussy was clamping down hard on his dick. My teeth nipped his lips. It was like a switch was flipped.

  He slammed into me over and over. Hitting the spot that sent sparks of pleasure through me with each return thrust.

  My breasts jiggled as he pounded me hard. His hips slammed into my thighs on each return thrust. In and out over and over.

  It hit me like a bomb. My orgasm exploded inside of me, and my head fell back. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. Topher’s growl mixed with my screams as we both shuddered.

  Topher pressed his lips to mine. The kiss gentle and sweet. Loving.

  Epilogue

  Brittany

  Present Day.

  They say forgiveness is the road to healing. Maybe I should have stayed angry longer. I could have. Anger and bitterness hurt not just you, but others around you. Poisoning you with this blackness like a thick ink.

  We were both victims, and maybe I should have been more adult and listened to Topher. Hell, I should have dragged Lola from the bed and then ripped his balls off.

  It would have saved the weeks of loneliness, and it would have made me feel better. If they were really guilty anyway.

  Giggles got louder as our son Nate ran down the hallway. Topher’s growls coming behind him. Nate turned two three days ago.

  It feels like only yesterday I moved into this house. That I was aching and filled with pain. That Topher was basically living on the street out front.

  Placing another cookie on the cookie rack to cool, I sigh as Topher’s hands slid around my waist. His chin pressed against my shoulder.

  “How are you feeling?” He asks as he rubs my swollen stomach.

  Our daughter was due in three months. Little June. She wasn’t even here yet, and she had her daddy wrapped around her little finger.

  “Good, craving some peanut butter cookies,” I tell him as I leaned back against him. Letting him take some of my weight.

  “Cookies!” Nate screamed.

  Topher laughed as Nate scrambled up into the chair on the other side of the kitchen island. Smiling, I handed Nate a cookie.

  “Thank you,” I remind him.

  “You’re welcome,” he says right before he takes a big bite.

  I laugh. One day we’ll get this right. Although, I think he does it just to be a little smart ass, like his father.

  “When is your sister going to be here?” He asks.

  Turning, I ran my fingers up his arms. Pausing to trace the tattoo he had of me surrounded by roses. When he got it done, he said it was because I was his beauty and I asked him if he was my beast. That earned me a little spanking which I secretly enjoyed.

  “She said around five,” I whisper against his lips.

  Tori and Zane were coming over for dinner, and they were taking Nate for a little sleepover with Matthew, their son who was two weeks older than Nate.

  “The things I’m going to do to you,” he whispers into my ear. I couldn’t
wait.

  “I love you,” I tell him before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

  “I love you too, baby,” he tells me before deepening the kiss.

  This right here, this is what the fairytales are all about.

  Losing Crow

  Bloody Saints MC Book 1

  Prologue:

  Three Years Ago.

  I should have seen my sister’s silent screams for help. She needed me to be there for her years ago, and I had what? Not done enough. I knew the loss of our parents messed her up, but this was becoming too much. Can you save someone who really didn’t want to be saved?

  I stared at my sister as anger, fear, and shame coursed through me. Shame at my previous feelings. Why couldn’t I reach her? Was I not doing enough? I honestly didn’t understand why she was doing this. Did she not see how wrong this was?

  Once again, I had to come and get her. She had found herself in another shit hole with another abusive man. And here I was pulling her from the fire.

  “She’s not going anywhere,” Raoul snapped at me as he grabbed her arm in what looked like an extremely painful grasp.

  “She’s coming with me,” I tell him firmly.

  Terror wanted to take over. Raoul had about hundred pounds maybe more on me, and he was what people called a meathead. The kind of men you found at the gym all beefed up and loaded with steroids.

  I wanted to look down and make sure there were no needles around, and tears threatened to fill my eyes. This need for drugs was my sister’s way of dealing with our world going sideways.

  “The fuck she is,” he shouts tugging her closer to him.

  Something deep inside me roared and came surging forward. This wasn’t the first time that I went toe to toe with a bully. If my sister kept this up, I’m sure it wouldn’t be my last.

  “Listen, we can do this the easy way or the hard way,” I tell him. I kept my tone even when all I wanted to do was grab his head and bash it off the closest wall.

  “Funny little girl. What are you going to do, cry all over me?” he laughs heartily.