Breaking Weston (Bloody Saints MC Book 3)

by Roxanne Greening

  “First off, I don’t have a puppy, and you know it,” I tell her completely avoiding my problem.

  “So, what’s the problem, Alanna,” she asked me and got all serious.

  Shit! She wasn’t going to let this go. I could see it written all over her face.

  “Your brother’s a dick,” I tell her honestly.

  “Again, tell me something I don’t know. What did he do this time?” she asked as she extended her hand and looked at her nails.

  “Another woman just sneaked out and left,” I tell her as I turned my back to the window. I then caught Reyes walking to his bike. The glow from the porch light shined on his black leather cut.

  “I don’t know what the fuck they see in him. He’s only going to fuck them once and discard them. And they know it! My brother isn’t very subtle,” she says with a smirk.

  I knew exactly what they saw in Reyes. His short dark hair looked like the dark, night sky. It was his black, deep green eyes, and his tan, muscular skin that was silky smooth and hard in all the right places.

  Suddenly I was exhausted. Turning from the site in front of me, I looked at my best friend, Bianca. She was sitting cross-legged on the bed with her long dark hair a few shades lighter than her brothers. It was pulled into a messy bun, and her green-blue eyes sparkled in the light from the lamp.

  I couldn’t help but compare myself to her. We were almost exact opposites. My long blond hair reached my waist, and my blue eyes were plain in comparison.

  I looked down at my tight cami tank top and my short silky boy short pajama bottoms. They were a matching set. I was slim and toned, but at the same time average, I blended well into the background.

  I suddenly needed distance more then I needed anything else. I walked out of the room and ignored Bianca’s call to me. I waved my hand and headed down the long hallway. I made my way to the kitchen, and a cup of water screamed my name like it held all the answers in the world.

  Chapter 1

  Reyes

  Four Months Ago

  She was out to fucking kill me. If I had to watch her shake that fucking ass one more time, I was going to bend her the fuck over and take that sweet ass. I wouldn’t give two shits if she were my little sister’s best friend.

  Alanna turned eighteen about three weeks ago. I was once again here for the night, and I watched as the light upstairs shut off. So, I headed back into the house.

  I so need a beer. I walked into the kitchen and stopped dead as Alanna froze. Her little boy shorts dangled on one of her small ankles. She was bent over ready to pull it off.

  “I ah... I spilled water… I thought you were gone,” she stumbled over her words with her huge eyes staring at me.

  “I needed a beer,” I tell her. My eyes were still glued to those light blue lace panties.

  “Oh god,” she mumbled in embarrassment.

  I watched as she took a step backward. She then took another and tripped over her forgotten shorts causing her to stumble into the counter.

  “Alanna,” I warn.

  Instead of running for cover, she took another step away from me. It was like she was trying to escape without drawing too much attention.

  My cock was rock hard and throbbing as I watched her little nipples bead and press against the thin material of her tank top.

  I needed to be inside her now. Without a word, I closed the space between us and cupped her face in my hands. My lips crashed down hard onto hers.

  I silently begged her to push my ass away, but instead, her little hands looped around my neck pulling me in closer. Her little moans sent me over the edge.

  Pulling back, I turned her away from me and press her waist against the counter. Placing my hand between her shoulder blades, I pressed until her chest was flush with the counter.

  She was standing on her toes since she was too short for what I was making her body do.

  “Tell me to stop,” I demanded. I needed her to do what I couldn’t on my own.

  “Please,” she begged as she pressed back against me. Alanna’s soft ass brushed against my throbbing cock.

  Reaching for the button on my jeans, I let them drop to the floor. My boxer briefs followed in their wake. I don’t do gentle or sweet, so I gripped her panties and ripped them off her body.

  My eyes go to the soft ass waiting for my touch and begging for my slap. Raising my hand, I slammed it down hard onto one smooth cheek.

  Alanna cried out and pressed closer to the counter, trying to put space between us. Reaching down, I pressed my fingers against her wet clit. I rubbed it in little circles, and her ass started to press against me again. I rubbed over the silky skin of my dick while precum leaked from the tip. With my other hand, I lined my throbbing cock up to her pussy and pressed the head against her opening.

  Once again, she shifted as if to put space between us, but this time I was having none of it. Without a word, I pressed inside her and fuck was she tight. I gave her short hard thrusts and didn’t slow down until I broke through her barrier and hit her womb.

  “Fuck!” I growled as Alanna cried out in pain.

  Her tense body wiggled trying to find relief.

  “Stay still,” I demanded.

  Instantly she stills as my fingers glided into her hair. I formed a fist and pulled her head off the marble countertop forcing her to look into my eyes.

  “What the fuck, Alanna,” I growled.

  “Please, it hurts,” she whispered.

  Pressing my free hand against her clit, I rubbed it between two fingers. I gave it little tugs and groaned when her pussy clenched around my aching cock.

  “I can’t fucking wait any more baby,” I tell her as I pulled out and slowly sank back in. Groaning, I started pumping, and it felt like fucking heaven. I’ve never had pussy this good.

  Pumping into her harder and faster, I listened as the moans poured from between her parted lips. I pulled further out and slammed into her harder and harder.

  “This pussy is mine,” I tell her firmly.

  I didn’t want anyone else to touch her, no one but me. I didn’t want anyone else to hear her cries of pleasure.

  “Oh god.” She cried out as her pussy gushed around my tunneling cock.

  I didn’t slow. I crammed my whole nine-inch cock into her pussy as hard and as fast as I could. Soon she was pushing back onto me. Tingles started at the base of my spine as my orgasm approached.

  She needed to go before me. I wasn’t going to find my pleasure until she found hers. Pinching her clit, I tugged harder.

  Alanna screamed against my lips as I kissed her deeply. I let myself go as she milked my cock for all it was worth. Load after load of hot cum shot from my cock and into her clenching hot pussy.

  Keeping myself embedded in the best pussy I’ve ever felt, I pulled back and looked into her passion drunk eyes.

  “Your mine,” I tell her.

  “And you?” she asks with a soft voice.

  “What about me?” I asked, already knowing where this is going and not liking it.

  “Are you mine?” she asked as her voice turned firm.

  “It doesn’t work that way, baby,” I tell her honestly.

  No one was going to touch this pussy, but my dick liked variety.

  “Get the fuck off of me,” her voice was weak but threaded with steel.

  Pulling out, I released her hair and stepped back. She quickly gathered her wet shorts, not caring about her ruined panties. And just walked away without a word.

  “I meant what I said Alanna, You. Are. Mine.” I called after her.

  She didn’t pause as she ran from the room. I will kill any motherfucker who got within spitting distance of her. She made one mistake tonight. She gave me her virgin pussy, and that was what sealed her fate. Only I was getting in there, and I would make damn sure of it. I then pulled up my boxers and jeans. As I fastened it, a flash of blue caught my attention. I bent down and grabbed the silky lace panties and cram them into my jeans pocket.

 
Chapter 2

  Alanna

  Three Months and Three Weeks Ago

  It’s been a week since the night Reyes had me bent over the counter and fucked me three ways from Sunday. Seven days since I felt him move inside me. One hundred and sixty-eight hours since I felt his heat against me. Ten thousand eighty minutes since I’ve felt his lips pressed against mine and six hundred four thousand and eight hundred seconds since he said I was his.

  Now here I stood. All that time has passed, and I see Reyes pull up to the clubhouse with the bimbo on the back of his bike.

  She had red hair, and it was cut at her shoulders. She had something resembling scraps of clothes on her body.

  The bimbo wrapped her arms around his waist as she held him close with his back to her front. Bianca was draped over Ryan, and it was the reason why we were here breathing in this stale beer infested air.

  My eyes watered at what I saw. I watched as Reyes parked the bike and climbed off. My heart was bleeding, and my lungs stilled. I hated this, and I hated him.

  As if feeling my eyes on him, he lifted his head and our gazes locked. It was like tunnel vision, everything but us fell away. My gut was tied into knots as pain and longing filled me.

  He was a bastard, and this proved he wasn’t what I needed. Even if he was, all I ever wanted. Reyes was a girl’s walking fantasy, but like all other fantasies, he needed to stay in the wanting but never having category.

  You’ve already had him, my mind whispered.

  My fists clenched at the reminder. I then noticed movement behind him, and it pulled me from the intense starring match we had going on.

  It was a reminder that he wasn’t mine as well as a slap to the head as to why. Turning from the pair, I looked for Bianca and rushed in her direction. I needed to get out of here before I witnessed something even eye bleach and pints of ice cream couldn’t cure.

  I couldn’t resist turning and catching Reyes out of the corner of my eye. He was currently talking to the redhead.

  “B, I need to go,” I tell her in a rush.

  “Why? We just got here,” she asked me with her fingers running up Ryan’s chest.

  “You stay and have fun, but I need to go,” I told her and turned away from her without another word.

  My eyes connected with Reyes again and the red-haired bimbo had her front pressed against his. Her lips were at his ear whispering god knows what.

  I don’t know what I expected, but I knew what I hoped for. I hoped Reyes would push the bimbo away saying he was just trying to be nice to her. That he only gave her a ride, but that wasn’t happening.

  Dragging my gaze from his, I let the sour feeling in my gut rise and walked away from all my foolish hopes.

  It was time that I grew up and moved the fuck on. Reyes would never change, but I was going to start right now.

  Chapter 3

  Alanna

  Three Months, Two Weeks, and Five Days Ago.

  It’s been two days, and I was already a hermit. I was hiding in my little hut like it was a shell. As if I could pull my head, arms, and legs inside and become invisible to everyone.

  Bianca was standing over me and blocked my view of the interesting tv drama unfolding right before my very eyes. Well, until she stepped in front of them.

  Her arms were folded, and her eyes were filled with concern.

  “What the fuck is going on?” she asked me.

  I could hear the desperation in her voice. The true concern for her friend was seeping from her.

  “Nothing,” I told her.

  I was turning out to be a remarkable liar. Who knew?

  “What do you think is wrong B?” I asked her, hoping that she hasn’t figured it out yet.

  “I don’t fucking know, but I know something is wrong,” she replied. Her voice was filled with aspiration.

  “Come sit and watch this bullshit with me,” I said as I grabbed her hand and gave it a playful tug.

  With a laugh, she dropped down on the couch like the wind had been taken out of her sails.

  “I know something’s wrong, and I hope you’ll tell me someday soon,” she whispered.

  “Soon,” I replied.

  But the question I asked myself was, could I?

  Chapter 4

  Alanna

  Three Months, Two Weeks, and Two Days Ago.

  Has it really been almost two weeks since our time in the kitchen? Has it been two weeks since he promised I was his?

  It’s been less than one week since he showed up with the redheaded bimbo, my mind whispered.

  Anger, hurt, and guilt welled up like an overflowing well. Three weeks ago, life was simple. I would stare after Reyes like a lost little puppy. I would watch his parade of women with a bleeding heart. Now, I knew of only one thing, that was to stay hidden at all costs.

  “Alanna, what the fuck is going on?” Bianca demanded.

  She was reaching the very end of her rope. Can’t say that I blamed her. I almost adopted the housecoat, hair rollers and slippers look.

  Thank goodness I wasn’t that far gone. My loose cotton pajama bottoms were a heather gray with light pink flowers. My light pink tight tank top was also made of soft cotton.

  I stared at myself and tried to think of something to say that would get her to back off.

  “I’m not ready to talk about it, B,” I tell her honestly. The words slipped seamlessly from my lips.

  And I wasn’t ready. If I told my best friend that I slept with her brother, she would hate me. My fingers clenched and unclenched.

  “Please, Alanna, I can see something is eating at you,” she begged me.

  She wouldn’t understand. Hell, I didn’t even truly understand what possessed me to act on my urges. I knew it should never have come to fruition.

  “I just can’t,” I tell her.

  There was nothing about this situation that would sit right in her book.

  “How did things go with Ryan?” I ask her, trying to change the subject. I didn’t want her to find out how I was the worst friend ever.

  She sighed dreamily, and I knew I had her.

  “It didn’t,” she said. Her voice was filled with frustration.

  “What happened?” I asked her with a little laugh.

  “My brother got a stick up his ass and decided to take my fun away,” she snarled.

  Just mentioning Reyes had my heart skipping over its feet and tumbling in my chest.

  “I had my fingers in his blond hair. Those brown eyes held my reflection and as I leaned in for that much-needed kiss. My brother lifted me away,” she was turning red in her anger.

  “He got all pissy after you left and then came over and told Ryan to keep his fucking hands to himself,” she shouted as she paces across the floor.

  “What did Ryan say?” I asked her.

  Something tingled in my chest as the words ‘he got all pissy after I left’ reached my ears. It tumbled around in my head like clothes in a dryer.

  “He didn’t say a word, the fucking bastard,” she snarled.

  I would have laughed if I didn’t feel pity for Ryan.

  “Here, come sit and have some ice cream with me,” I told her while I patted the spot next to me. I then offered a spoonful of the delicious icy treat.

  With a laugh, Bianca slumped on the couch and started eating ice cream. The cold treat stung my mouth, and she laughed at my little shiver. Not that it stopped me from shoving more into my mouth.

  The Justice League was on, so I turned my attention back to the tv as the hottest Aquaman I’ve ever seen came on.

  My biggest question was why people hated the idea of Aquaman when he was this hot?

  Chapter 5

  Alanna

  Three Months and One Week Ago.

  I felt sick again, but I could honestly ask myself Reyes who? Oh, who the fuck was I kidding. There was no pretending that Reyes wasn’t a constant thought.

  Curling up on the couch, I looked around the old cabin my father loved. The brown c
ouch was still soft even after years of use. The paintings of wolves and other wild animals adorned the walls, and I loved to curl up with the patterned quilt.

  I remember when Nana gave it to my father as a Christmas gift. She used earth tones in light tans and light greens as well as darker greens and browns. They blended well together making it stand out.

  The scent of stale air still lingered even after being aired out for hours during the day. I liked to sit by the river, which was a few feet out the back door and watch as the water flowed freely.

  Sometimes when I was a kid, I would wonder what life would be like if things were different. Today I asked the same question and, like then, I still didn’t have an answer to it.

  Birds chirped happily outside as they flew by the window. More birds have congregated here over the last few days, and they brought more of their music. I enjoyed feeding and listening to them, and it seemed to draw more and more birds.

  The little birdhouse that I built with my father when I was ten housed a small family of blue jays. Even though they were very beautiful, they were very vicious.

  Tucking my toes under the quilt, I thought of my friend and how wonderful she’s been. Bianca was like a rock, always here or on the phone.

  She kept her promise not to share where I was or what I was doing with anyone. Not that Reyes would ask her, and I didn’t have the balls to ask if he had. My head hurt just thinking about it.

  After the hundredth phone call today, I answered the phone without looking to see who the caller was.

  “B I’m sorry. I know I’ve been MIA today, but shit has been crazy. Also, I haven’t felt well,” I told her in a rush.

  I waited for Bianca to tell me she was coming over with soup, but the response I got had my heart in my throat.

  “Where the fuck are you,” the voice was cold, firm, and it belonged to Reyes.

  “None of your damn business. That’s where I’ve been,” I snapped at him.

  Who the fuck did he think he was? After that nauseating display with that redhead, I could only imagine the others that followed. My brain was sure to add some nice details with plenty of other women. Did they find themselves pressed against the counter like I was just a couple weeks ago?